110: Play it Again, Derrick – Pt. 2

“What are you talking about, Derrick?”

“Victoria, something’s not right,” he said, pacing near her side of the bed.

“Tell me, Derrick, what’s going on?

“I don’t know. At first, I thought it was a dream but now I don’t—I don’t know what it is. All I know is I keep repeating this day and it usually ends with your death.”

Looking at him incredulously, she waited for him to get to the punchline. But he just shrugged and moved closer to where she sat on the bed. “You don’t believe me?”

“That we’re in some weird version of Groundhog Day? Nope. Sorry.”

“Ok. In a moment, Mike’s gonna yell to me about the bacon burning.”

“Mike’s here?”

“Yes, he came to talk to you about a case: Bigfoot.”

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109: Play it Again, Derrick – Pt. 1

“Wake up, Baby,” Derrick said, pressing his lips to Victoria’s as she rested on her back in bed. Moaning into his kiss, Victoria wrapped an arm around Derrick’s neck and drew him down into the bed with her. Releasing a surprised gasp, Derrick rolled with Victoria landing on top of him.

“Mmm, good morning, Handsome,” she giggled, sliding her hands down his torso. Moving slowly down his thigh, she gave his cock a firm squeeze and smiled at the growl it produced.

“Oh, don’t start something we can’t finish,” he groaned, thrusting upward into her hand as she stroked him again.

“And why can’t we finish?” she asked, looking down at him through hooded lids.

“Uh, Derrick? I think the bacon is burning,” Victoria heard her partner’s voice shout from downstairs.   

“That’s why. Get dressed. Mike’s here and breakfast is on fire,” he laughed as he pulled himself out from under her and rushed downstairs.

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