Only you | Derek Morgan

Son of a bitch!

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I feel like Betty Crocker right now.

I'm baking a pumpkin pie to bring over to Rossi's later because he's hosting thanksgiving for everyone. The cinnamon and nutmeg smell floats around the kitchen as I sprinkle it into the mixture.

Me baking or cooking is always a lucky dip. It could be amazing or it could taste disgusting. There is no in between.

I pour the pie filling into the pastry tin before I sweep my finger through the mixture left in the bowl. "Fuck yeah," I groan, tasting the filling from my finger. "I'm good."

I pick the dish up and turn to the oven and I almost jump out of my skin when I see Derek standing in the doorway, one shoulder resting against the frame while he watches me with a smile on his face. It's his house so I shouldn't be surprised to see him, but I thought he was in the garage.

I place the pie in the preheated oven. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Derek shakes his head like he didn't even realise he was staring. "Just like having you here."

I think like might be an understatement. Since he first brought me to his house, I don't think I've been back to my apartment for more than the sake of grabbing some clothes.

Speaking of clothes, Derek's in a pair of work trousers and a simple white T-shirt. There's grease stains on his shirt, he's sweaty and his hands are dirty. I give him a once over. "This look is really working for me right now."

The birth control I'm on has me horny twenty four seven. Who am I kidding? I was like that before. Can't blame that on the pill.

Derek chuckles, pushing off the door frame before he makes his way over to me. "I just finished up with your car."

I had mentioned I was going to take my car into the garage for a routine oil change and Derek's exact words were 'fuck that. Why would you pay for it when I can do it for free?'.

Speaking of things being free, Derek also said it was time to get winter tyres on my car and that he'd change them too. I pulled into his garage and guess what was waiting for me? Four new winter tyres. He won't let me pay him back. I've tried multiple times. We've been in a silent battle all week, me sneaking the money into his wallet and him putting it back in my purse before I even notice. He says that knowing I'll be safe is more than enough payback.

If I'm being honest, I've noticed he likes spoiling me and I love being spoiled.

After I spend the next five minutes showing him all my gratitude in kisses, I focus on cleaning the kitchen. I never quite got the tidy as you go memo, so it looks like a bomb went off in here. There's flour all over the countertops and a stack of dishes as tall as me in the sink.

One second I'm about to start the dishes, then the next I'm thrown over Derek's shoulder and the messy kitchen is upside down while I laugh. "What the fuck?"

Derek slaps his hand to my ass. "You're coming to shower with me."

I slap his ass back. "What if I don't want to?" I do.

I'm only wearing a big T-shirt and panties so when Derek's hand reaches between my thighs, he easily finds my panties soaked. "Don't want to," He mumbles. "Yeah, okay."

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"Your pie is a little..burnt."

I snort at Emily's comment when I slide my pie onto the kitchen island. It's on the crisper side but I'm sure it will still taste okay. Actually, I'm not so sure. I picked up a pre made one from the store on the way over here just in case.