AN - PLEASE READ: First, I must warn you of a few things, so please read this in its entirety. This story is by no means a reflection of my relationship beliefs, nor is it how I live my life or even recommend others to live theirs. I got the idea for this story when I went on a dating site and was approached by a couple who wanted me to be the third member in their relationship, if you can believe that. They were both very nice people and although I turned them down flat, I became intrigued by the dynamic of such a situation. Although basis of their relationship was very real, this story is fiction; please keep that in mind.

If you are sensitive to Edward and Bella being with anyone else sexually or have issues with any of the other members of the Cullen clan doing the same, DO NOT READ THIS STORY because it will no doubt piss you off. Edward, Alice, Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper are not siblings in this story, so please don't have a heart attack.

This story contains lots of consensual group sex and is for entertainment purposes only. If you are under the age of 18, you are definitely not allowed to read this. This story is seriously smut-filled and not for the fainthearted so keep this in mind. Most importantly of all, I give seriously graphic descriptions, so be prepared. You've now been warned, so enter at your own risk!

Summary: Successful Lawyer Edward Cullen and college student Isabella Swan both have very dark and extreme appetites for pleasure. The two meet one afternoon and the attraction is instantaneous. Certain that the other will never accept their personal lifestyle choices, they fight the almost irresistible draw to one another not realizing that they both have more in common than they realize.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Stephanie Meyers has that privilege. The plot of this story is mine; I just use her characters for my own sordid pleasure.

Beta'd by MarchHare5

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Chapter 1

EPOV

I awoke with a start, courtesy of the obnoxious sound coming from the annoying ass alarm clock. That little piece of machinery was without doubt the bane of my existence, but unfortunately I couldn't live without it.

Getting out of bed first thing in the morning was hands down the worst part of my day. I had always been equipped to deal with any other daily routine with ease: the annoying clients, the lengthy courtroom appearances, even the enormous amounts of research that came with the territory of being an attorney. However, placing one foot on my freshly polished hardwood floor in the morning was torture.

I slapped my hand against the snooze button in irritation. I honestly felt as if I'd only been asleep for five fucking minutes. Who knows, maybe that was the actual amount of time I was unconscious; I guess I would never know.

My fatigue was largely due to the fact that I didn't get home from the office until about one o'clock in the morning, only to have to be up four hours later. It wasn't mandatory that I be at the office at such an early hour; however, I'd come to learn that the earlier I got there, the better. Otherwise, extremely late nights are inevitable, like my previous one.

I dressed quickly and made my way downstairs. It was my goal to get to the office extra early today, so instead of making breakfast for myself, I just grabbed an apple and was out of my front door by 5:00 a.m.

I got in my silver Volvo and sped out of my garage. During the drive, I ate my apple all the while Cee lo Green's "Fuck You" blasted in the background. Although the original title was supposed to be "Forget You," I preferred this version. It always made my mood so much brighter. Today was going to be a good day.

Here in Los Angeles, there was very little traffic this early in the morning, so I didn't have the stress of being late for work on my shoulders like most individuals who worked from nine to five.

I was born and raised here, and I honestly couldn't imagine living anywhere else. This was mainly due to the fabulous weather this city was blessed with. Clear skies, sunshine, and palm trees motivated and filled me with energy, while clouds, rain, or snow caused a drastic dip in my emotional well-being. If forced to I was certain that I could adapt to a different climate. However, as long as there was a law firm here that would keep me gainfully employed, this was where I would remain.

The sky was still somewhat dark this early, but I could tell that there wasn't a cloud in sight. It was going to be another beautifully sunny day: my kind of day.

Twenty minutes later, I pulled into the parking garage of my office building. I was usually one of the first to arrive, which was a blessing. I could get so much more done when there were no interruptions, and this was the only time that was possible. I entered the elevator and I made my way up to the thirtieth floor.

The doors opened to the darkened reception area, and I quickly turned on the lights. As soon as I walked into my office and sat down in my plush leather chair, I got right to work, burying myself in research for one of my larger cases. I remained in the same position until I heard a timid knock on my office door some time later.

When I lifted my head from the documents in front of me, I noticed how bright my office had become without my realizing it. I glanced at the time on my computer, and I could hardly believe that it was already nine a.m. Jesus! Where did the time go? Oh well, this was just another day in the life of Edward Cullen.

"Come in," I called out as I made sure to flag where I left off. My trusty assistant walked into my office holding a stack of files, a small brown bag, and a large cup. So thrilled to see another human being after being alone for so long, I smiled brightly.

"Good morning, Bree. How are you this beautiful morning?"

She smiled and blushed profusely as she regarded me. She told me once that my smile was lovely and that it could quite literally light up a room. It was one of the sweetest compliments I'd ever received from a woman who didn't have some sort of ulterior motive.

Bree was only twenty-five years old and had two adorable little girls named Maggie and Cindy. She got married right out of high school to her longtime boyfriend Riley. They were perfect for one another and the nicest people you'd ever want to meet.

I was grateful to have in her an assistant who was both pleasant and efficient, but most importantly, she was the epitome of professionalism, and I truly appreciated that quality in her. She never once made me feel uncomfortable by making any inappropriate passes at me or staring at me like I was a piece of meat.

This had happened often in the past with both male and female alike, and to say that I'd gone through my share of assistants before finding her was an understatement. I'd never understood why so many were so drawn to me because I never felt as if I were anything out of the ordinary in the looks department, but many seemed to think otherwise.

Colleagues of mine often thought that due to my success I must have been difficult to work with and that was the reason why I could never keep an employee. This went on for a while until they heard the reasons for those short-lived careers in my office. Emmett found my office drama quite hilarious and pretty much told anyone who would listen. Needless to say, those unwarranted opinions of me ceased immediately.

"Good morning, Mr. C. I'm good, considering that the girls were giving me a hard time when I was getting them ready for school, but of course I won in the end," she said triumphantly.

"Of course you did. I would expect nothing less," I said, still smiling.

"Have you been at all this long?" she asked as she gestured towards the mountains of files on my desk.

"Since about five-thirty, but you know me, I like to get a head start on the research for my larger cases. You know that part takes up most of the time anyway."

She walked over to my desk and placed the large cup of orange juice in front of me along with a bagel and cream cheese.

"Bree, I've told you that you really don't have to bring me food every time you stop for something," I said.

"And I've told you that it's not a big deal. You've been working non-stop for over three hours, so I know you're due for a bit of sustenance. Now enough about breakfast; you eat while I try and prioritize our day." Ever the efficient assistant, Bree began outlining the day and provided me with all the files I would need to go through before each appointment. As we continued going over things, my phone beeped and I realized that I had a message.

"Excuse me a moment, Bree," I said as I reached over and picked up my Blackberry, glancing at the message.

Good morning sunshine. I need my fix. Can you meet me at my house at lunch? R.

I smiled to myself and quickly looked at my schedule to make sure I didn't have any lunch meetings. Thankfully I was free, so I'd be able to sneak away for a little while. I quickly responded.

As you wish. I'll be there at noon. E

Not even five seconds later, my phone beeped yet again.

I'll be waiting. Just know that you're in for it today! R

Jesus Christ! That woman certainly knew how to get me going, that's for sure. Not that it took much to begin with. I could already feel my body reacting to those simple words, and I forced myself to focus on work. This was not the appropriate time for this.

Besides, I didn't think that my assistant would be too impressed if she discovered I had a hard-on. Even if she were single, I would never go down that road with her. It's not that she wasn't attractive, because she most certainly was; it was just a rule of mine not to date women that I worked with. Not that I've had that worry, being that I hadn't dated for well over a year.

I shook off the thoughts of my personal life and focused on the tasks at hand, which helped the situation in my nether region tremendously. We eventually finished arranging things, and Bree went back to her desk with her to-do list for the day in hand. I turned my chair towards the window and looked out over the city.

It was truly a spectacular view from up here. It was so clear that I could see all the way to the ocean, and it brought a smile to my face. I started thinking about my lunchtime excursion to come and I was giddy with excitement. Like I'd said earlier in the morning, today was truly going to be a very good day.

BPOV

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Fucking shit!" I reached over and practically snatched my alarm clock out of the wall in an attempt to silence it. Fighting the fog of sleep, I finally focused on the glowing red numbers in front of me.

7:00 a.m. I hate mornings!

"Come on, Bella, it's time to get up," I moaned to no one in particular. Usually it took a few minutes to convince myself to get out of my warm bed, but I didn't have any time to waste. I wanted to be able to have breakfast before I left today.

Classes would start at 9:00 a.m. and go until noon, and I had to leave for work immediately afterwards. I really had to make sure that I had my shit together because I did not have time to come back here for anything.

I brushed my teeth and showered in record time. Once I was done I got dressed and arranged my backpack with all my necessities for both school and work. My breakfast consisted of scrambled eggs, a slice of toast, and a glass of orange juice.

Once I finished my food, I grabbed my backpack and out into the sunshine I went. I couldn't help but smile as the warm air hit my face. After living in dark and rainy Forks, Washington my whole life, this was a welcome change. I used to visit my grandmother here almost every summer, and I knew that I would eventually move here.

My grandmother must have known this too, because when she passed away three years ago, she left me the house. It was her pride and joy, and she knew that I would cherish it as she had.

When she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, I moved here right after I finished high school to take care of her. My father Charlie, being the Police Chief of a small town, couldn't just pick up and move, so I volunteered for the job with the promise that I would start school at the earliest possible opportunity.

I was in my last year at UCLA as an English major, and I was very excited. I was also almost done with the book I was writing as well, so things were going pretty well for me now. It had been a hard road to get to this point, but I could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. I got to school quickly and made it to my classroom right on time as usual.

My school day went by quickly and before I knew it, it was time to head to the job. I worked at one of the many Starbucks coffee houses nearby, so thankfully I didn't have to travel too far to get there. This particular Starbucks was located in the small business district near campus, so it could get very busy.

I parked my old truck and headed inside. My friends always wondered why I continued to drive what they referred to as a hunk of junk, but I loved it. It was clean, reliable, and free. Who could ask for anything more?

My shift started just after the lunch rush today, so things were calm. We had a good amount of customers, so I was kept sufficiently busy, but not overly so, my first few hours. I was stocking the display case at the counter when my phone beeped, alerting me that I had a message.

I quickly pulled my phone from the back pocket of my jeans and noticed that there was a text message which made me smirk.

Hey there, would love to see you today. When is your break? P

My coworker Angela had just come from the back room as I turned around. Perfect timing!

"Hey, Ang, what time can I take my break today?"

"Jim will probably be back around four o'clock, so you can take your break then if you want to," Angela said. She was one of the few people that I could honestly say was a friend since I'd moved here, besides my usual suspects. I pulled my phone back out and replied.

Hey you. I'm taking my break at 4 so don't be late! B

I hadn't realized until this moment how long it had been since I'd seen him. My phone beeped again and I looked at the message.

No worries. I'll be there at 3:55. Be ready for me. P

I smiled widely as I thought of all the possible implications of his last statement, and Angela decided to strike.

"Got a hot date that I should know about, Bells?"

"Come on, Ang, you know I don't date. When was the last time you've heard me say I was going out with a guy?" Although she was a good friend, she had no idea what my personal life was truly like. I wondered if she would feel the same way about me if she knew what I was into. I guess we'd never know because I didn't plan on telling her anytime soon.

"Hey, there's a first time for everything, Bella. Besides, it's been a long time and you haven't dated anyone since Jake." I cringed at the mere mention of that fucker's name. She noticed my change of demeanor and instantly became apologetic.

"I'm so sorry, Bella! I didn't mean to bring up that asshole." I breathed in and out in an effort to calm myself. I was wound a little tight because it had been so long since my last encounter, and the last thing I wanted to do was take my frustrations out on my friend. Or should I say this particular friend at least.

"Its okay, Ang. I know you didn't mean any harm," I said with a forced smile.

"I promise you that I won't ever bring him up again. I'm going to go and start counting the registers. If I don't talk to you before you go on your break, have fun doing whatever it is you're doing," she said with a sly smile.

"Whatever, dude," I giggled. Today was turning out to be a very good day!

EPOV

"Oh, Jesus! Oh, fuck! That's it, baby, take it deeper! Oh, yes!"

I realized long ago that I was unequivocally addicted to blowjobs. Please don't mistake me, sex in general would always be high on the list of favorites for me, but experiencing what I was at this very moment solidified any doubts I might have had to the contrary.

There was just something so unbelievably sexy about watching your cock move in and out of a beautiful woman's mouth. It was just as thrilling as watching your favorite team win the Super Bowl.

As I sat on my best friend's couch, I watched as his wife deep-throated my cock like a goddamn porn star. Saliva was gushing from her mouth, running down her chin onto my balls just the way I liked it.

The slurping and panting sounds coming from Rosalie were driving me insane, so I picked up my cell phone and started recording her. This was just too fucking good not to be documented, and I'm certain she would want to watch her film afterwards. She had always been such a perfectionist!

Now I knew what anyone on the outside looking in would think of this particular scene playing out, and they would be justified. The number one question would ultimately be, what kind of asshole did something like this to his best friend? However, I was almost positive that the answer to that question might not be believed by anyone on the receiving end of it, so why bother trying?

The situation was very complicated, and I knew that no one would ever truly understand or condone it if they knew. But there was nothing that I could do about it; what's done was done, and it was impossible go back and change the decisions that were made—not that I would ever want to. The only thing I was willing to do was reap the outstanding benefits that the situation afforded me.

Rose's blowjobs were, in my opinion, otherworldly, mainly due to the fact that this was one of her favorite things to do. I had yet to meet a single person who didn't do something that they loved to the best of their ability.

Rose took me deep into her throat unexpectedly, so deep that her lips were touching my pelvis, keeping me there, not moving, breathing through her nose. I watched in awe as she swallowed repeatedly around my length. She was unbelievable!

I'd never met anyone before her that had no gag reflex whatsoever. From what I'd been told, my cock was pretty thick and long, so Rosalie had a talent that baffled the mind. My cell phone camera was set directly on her face, and she looked up into the lens.

With me still in her throat, she sucked as hard as she could while bobbing her head on me a few times, then pulled back slowly until her lips were wrapped neatly around the head of my cock.

"Oh, my holy fuck!" Making eye contact with me through the camera, she released me with a pop and smiled deviously. She always loved putting on a show.

"You like that, don't you, Edward?" She rubbed the head of my cock with her full, plump lips.

"Fuck, yes, you dirty bitch," I moaned, and Rose giggled in response. Make no mistake, I've never been the type of man to ever disrespect women, so don't take my language as such. Rose loved to engage in a little dirty conversation during our rendezvous, and Alice was no exception. Alice was my other best friend Jasper's wife. Yes, she was also involved with me as well. Like I said before, the situation was very complicated.

Rose continued to lick and rub her lips all over my cock, making my legs twitch.

"You don't know how many times I could have cum already," I moaned. Premature ejaculations were a direct violation with Rose, so holding back my release had become routine. She hated when men came too quickly. She was what my friends referred to as a headmaster. She loved it and had truly made it an art form.

"You'd better not cum yet! I'm not done with you." She continued to lick my cock like an ice cream cone and I was right on the brink. Rose normally did this for me with no shirt on, and true to form, her firm breasts were on display for my viewing pleasure.

There were also times when she slid my cock between those precious gems as she sucked me dry, which was an extraordinary sight. I reached down to palm her beautiful breasts, and she moaned against me.

She pulled off me and told me to put the heels of my feet up on the edge of the couch. I knew what this meant and complied immediately. Rose began to suck, slurp, and lick my balls like they were her last meal, all while pumping my cock with her hand at top speed.

My head was thrown back and I had to refrain from getting any louder than I already was. You just couldn't help it with her.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! I can't fucking hold it any longer!" Losing complete control, I grabbed a handful of her golden locks at the back of her head and pulled her mouth back on my cock. She started bobbing her head hard and fast, and I exploded violently in her mouth.

"Fucking shit, Rose! Oh! Oh, yes!" Stream after stream of my essence shot into her mouth. She whimpered and gulped me down, all while keeping her eyes on the camera.

As my body gradually stilled, she kept me in her mouth until I went limp. She then released me and started licking at my softening cock. If she kept that up, there was no doubt I would get hard again.

There were times when I've cum two and three times back to back because of that wicked tongue of hers. Believe me, she's never complained once.

"Mmmm, you're so tasty, Edward. I'm so glad you were able to come and play with me," she said, still looking up at the camera. I stopped recording and saved it.

"So am I. You, my dear Rosalie, are quite the handful, and I don't know anyone who wouldn't come running at the snap of your fingers for what you've just done."

She giggled and stood, throwing her shirt back on as I redressed as well. We both sat on the couch and I let her watch her video on my phone while I continued my perusal of her breasts through her t-shirt. She smiled occasionally at my reactions, and I could tell that she was extremely aroused.

"Did you need me to help you out, gorgeous?" I asked her while sucking on her nipples through her t-shirt. "I don't understand why you got dressed in the first place. It's most definitely your turn." I have never been selfish when it came down to reciprocation of any kind. We were very good friends before anything else, and her satisfaction had always been of great importance to me.

"Mmmm, as lovely as that sounds, Edward, I don't really have time right now. I have a waxing appointment in thirty minutes, so I'll just have to wait until Emmett gets home. If he has to work late, I'll call you. Thanks for asking, though; I really appreciate it."

"No problem at all, Rose. You helped me relieve some stress, and I wanted to offer you the same." I would never leave her uncomfortable. I stood from the couch and grabbed my jacket from the chair.

"Alright, Rose, I'm heading out. I'll see you later." I kissed her chastely on the lips before leaving her house and drove back to the office on cloud nine. I came up the elevator and immediately ran into Emmett on my way to my office.

"Hey, Eddie, how's it hanging?" He gave me a knowing smirk. He knew that I detested being called that, but I couldn't help but smile in response and usher him into my office.

Emmett was by far the coolest guy in the world; we worked for the same firm, both of us with promising futures to become partners.

"So, how was your lunch break?" Emmett asked as he closed the door to my office. Luckily, our offices were soundproof, which gave us more freedom, both professionally and personally.

"I think you know firsthand how my lunch break was. It was terrific as it usually is when it's spent with her. I didn't really have anything to eat, but I provided Rosalie with some solid protein."

"She's stellar at giving head, isn't she? Jasper absolutely loves it! Alice is quite the vixen also. I don't understand how someone that small can take all of me in either one of her orifices without pause," Emmett said dreamily.

Alice. She was quite the little lady. Just thinking her name made my cock twitch, and I had just gotten off thirty minutes ago! I might just have to pay her a little visit soon as well.

"Alice is here right now, and she was gracious enough to stop by my office for my 'lunch break,'" he said, gesturing the quotes. "That girl rides cock like a professional rodeo star!" He released a deep breath, wincing a bit at the memory. "I'm still weak from it, and thank God for the soundproof offices. Do you know, she had me screaming like a fucking girl, dude! She's in Jasper's office right now, no doubt hooking our boy up."

"Lucky guy, but I guess we all are today," I said, sitting back in my chair. "You're going to have your hands full tonight when you get home, though. Rose was servicing me so long that there wasn't any time to reciprocate. I offered, but she was running late for a waxing appointment. Sorry about that; you know I'd never do that on purpose."

"It's okay. I know how zealous she is and how she won't let you come right away. I'm going to have to seriously power up before I go home tonight. After having Alice squeeze my cock the way she did as she came, I don't know how I'll find the energy. She was fucking possessed today!"

"Well, I might have something that will help you with that problem, my friend." I pulled out my cell phone and found the video I'd made earlier. I passed it to him and he started watching the show.

"Holy fuck! My Rosie is so fucking brilliant! Look at those breasts! You got the perfect shot, man!" I could hear the slurping sounds from where I was seated and the twitching I felt earlier became a little more pronounced.

My office phone rang while Emmett continued to watch the film and I saw that it was Jasper on the caller ID. I picked up the phone and what I heard made the erection I struggled to keep at bay full-blown. I came not even an hour ago! It shouldn't even be possible! These girls were going to kill me!

I could hear grunts and moans and I knew immediately what was going on in his office. That, combined with the slurping and dirty dialogue that was coming from my cell phone, was enough to make me almost delirious with need. It was like a full-on orgy was happening in my office! Hey, it wouldn't have been the first time, which was part of the thrill!

"Umm, Jazz? Are you there?" I asked.

"Oh, fuck, darling! Alice, stop, baby! Hold on!" I could hear skin slapping and could only imagine which position he had her in. She'd always been quite flexible.

"Sorry, man!" he said, still panting. "I need you to… come up to… my office right away! Ugh, fuck! Alice wants to see you!" he grunted out. Hell, yes!

"I'll be right up, Jazz," I said and the line disconnected. "Em, I gotta go to Jasper's office. He needs a little bit of help with Alice." I could hear on my cell that he'd reached the exact point when I came.

"Oh, fuck! She took it all like a good girl!" I think it took him a moment to realize what I had said, because he paused and became excited.

"Can I go with you? I seriously need to get my rocks off again after seeing that video."

"Are you sure you don't want to save your energy for Rose tonight?"

"I have another meeting in two hours, bro, and the last thing I need is this monster distracting everyone in the room," he said as he pointed to the bulge in his pants. "I mean, I would hate to make my client feel jealous or inadequate because of the heat I'm packing down there. Not everyone is lucky, dude." He could be so absurd sometimes, but you couldn't help but admire his confidence.

"Well, when you put it that way, let's go get you the relief you need." I dialed Bree's number and told her to hold all my calls because I was going into a last-minute meeting. Just when I was about to walk out of my exit door, my phone rang.

"Yes, Bree?"

"Mr. Philips is on the line for you," Bree said. Well, that canceled out my afternoon delight.

"Put him on hold a moment, and let him know I'll be a few minutes." She gave her affirmative and I turned to Emmett.

"Sorry, man, duty calls."

"I know, I know. I got your back, bro. I'll let them know it's important," Emmett said.

"Thanks, man, I really appreciate it." He walked out of my exit door, and I pulled up Phillip's information and picked up the phone. The call lasted about an hour, and I went back to work afterwards. When I felt as though my eyes were about to fall out of my head again, I decided that a walk outside would be ideal right now.

On my way to the elevator, I was joined by two of my work colleagues. I guess with an office this size it might have been unrealistic of me to think that I could slip out undetected. I didn't know them very well, but their faces lit up like Christmas trees when they took their places beside me as the elevator closed. I smiled and said hello in an attempt to be polite but that was a mistake. Both men at that point, went out of their way to involve me in their conversation hoping to engage me.

It was amazing to me that they were trying so hard to befriend me; but I guess to them, I was a well respected, successful attorney that they admired and strived to emulate in every way. With that type of reputation, there was sure to be those who wanted share your shine with the hope that it might somehow rub off on them.

It would be interesting to see how quickly their admiration, respect, and awe at my achievements would diminish if they ever came to know what lay beneath my professional and pristine exterior. The beast that lurked unassumingly amongst them that they would never believe existed.

BPOV

"Holy fucking shit! Oh, yeah! That's it! Ugh!" I shouted out in ecstasy. Throwing my head back, I noticed that the windows of Paul's car were completely fogged up as I bounced wildly in his lap. We were parked in an alley not far from my job. It was truly the best fucking lunch break ever!

"Fuck, Bella, fuck! That's it, baby! Ride this cock!" I loved it when he talked dirty; that's when I knew I was doing a great job. But, like he's said in the past, whatever feels good to me will most likely feel just as good to him, so I took that concept and ran with it. He palmed my breasts frantically as I placed my hands on the roof of the car for leverage; driving my body down harder on his cock.

"Oh, God! Fuck! I'm cumming! Shit!" Light exploded behind my lids as my body shuddered violently around him. This had to have been at least my third orgasm since we started, and he was still going strong. He had never ever finished prematurely and was always very considerate of my needs, making certain that I was more than fulfilled during our encounters. Almost always this was welcomed, but being that we had very limited time, he needed to finish soon. My break was only thirty minutes and I knew for sure our time was almost up.

"Come on, Paul! Fucking come for me," I moaned. I moved faster and faster, using my inner muscles to grip him as tightly as I could. Thankfully, that was all it took to push him over the edge.

"Uggggggh!" he shouted out long and hard as his body shook beneath me. His head was thrown back, his back was arched off the seat, as I continued to ride him through his orgasm. The grip he had on my hips was certain to leave bruises, but I couldn't find it in me to care. It was just too good and I'd wear my marks of battle with pride. Once he was still, I stopped my movements and climbed back over to the passenger seat to start redressing.

"Jesus Christ, that was amazing," he said dreamily.

"Yes, it was, as always. Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what brought you here today, Paul? Where is Leah?"

"She's at work, but she couldn't leave the office for lunch today. She's pretty swamped, so she told me to call you, and luckily it all worked out." He removed the condom he was wearing and wrapped it in a paper towel with a look of disgust.

"I truly hate wearing condoms! That's one of the reasons it took me so long to finish, in case you didn't notice."

"I did, trust me. I understand what you mean, but I can't walk around at work all day messy like that, so these quickies require rubbers," I said with a smile. I was on birth control, so I wasn't worried about sex without them with him.

"Thank goodness you called me early, otherwise it would have been hard to get a specific time for my break." I looked down at my watch and noticed that I had only ten minutes before my break was over. "We need to head back now or I'll be late."

"Sure thing, Bells," he said as he started the car, and, being the naughty girl I was, I decided to mess with him a little bit. I slid over and started undoing his pants.

"Let's see if I can make you cum again by the time we get to my job," I said as I dropped my head into his lap and took him into my mouth.

"Fuck!" he shouted. I could feel the car moving as I continued to suck him hard and fast, using all my various tricks to drive him crazy. His legs shook violently as my head continued to move up and down. The car stopped and Paul suddenly roared as he exploded in my mouth.

"God damn it!" I continued my assault until his body stopped moving. When I lifted my head, we were in the alley in back of Starbucks.

"I knew you could do it. You're so good at that," he moaned.

"Why, thank you. That means a lot to me, coming from you," I said playfully. I leaned towards him and gave him quick peck.

"See you later," I said as I got out of his car. I immediately went to the restroom and brushed my teeth and cleaned myself up a bit. My phone went off again, and I saw that I had another message.

Hope you're having a good day. Paul had his time with you, now I need mine. Your place or mine? L

I smiled with excitement at the thought of the night to come. To say that my sex life was phenomenal was an understatement.

My place will work better. Will be home by 9, use your key. B

Work went on as usual, and I was giddy due to my energizing lunch break. Later that night, when everything was as it should be for the opening staff, we locked up and headed out. When I got in my car and pulled away, I thought about what awaited me at home. Leah's lips and tongue should be declared lethal weapons. I couldn't wait to get home. Life was grand!

End Note: And there you have it! I'd like to send a special thank you to my Beta MarchHare5 for all of her help and encouragement. I know it was rough at first, but thank you for sticking with me and making my work better. I'd also like to thank one of my favorite Author's Sheviking for her help as well as her advice because without which, I never would have decided to publish this. Let me know what you think, I can take it! I think?