Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from Stephanie Meyer's Twilight series. The following story is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event. This story is for entertainment only and is completely made up from my head.
A/N
Thank you to my incredible betas and pre-readers: EdwardsFirstKiss, Tinsley Warren, Midnight cougar and Redtini's FB group. For helping me bring this one-shot to life.
This is a O/S from The Dress original fic. It is an EPOV. I figured this is a great way to celebrate the upcoming release of Acquired Asset next Sunday 11-6-16.
After all, it started with The Dress.
The Dress
Edward POV
Isabella Swan was such a cocktease! Ever since I laid eyes on her and that dress, I knew exactly where my cock—
"Mr. Cullen," my assistant, Lauren, interrupted my train of thought.
"What, Lauren."
"Vanessa Johns is on line three."
Fuck. I wasn't ready to deal with this now. "Cullen."
"Edward, I missed you last night," she greeted me in a low, sultry voice, but that was all I heard.
Cullen?
Why the hell did Isabella always call me Cullen?
And it was how she said it. That mouth...what I could do with it...
"Ed, yes or no?" Vanessa shouted, interrupting my thoughts.
"Sorry, what was the question?"
"I was asking you if you wanted me to come over and fuck you, but maybe you're already being fucked."
I was.
By Isabella Swan.
"Vanessa, I'll take a rain check. This week is full."
"Edward, I'm taking the time out of my busy schedule to come over and fuck you senseless. And I have a board meeting at noon. Wait; is this about me not being able to fly to Chicago for the hotel opening? I was in Turkey, I told you—"
"No. It's fine. Sorry. Look, I'll have Lauren call your assistant to set up dinner."
"Ah-huh. Why does it feel as if you are pushing me aside? Who is she, Edward? And do I know her?"
I sighed out. I really wasn't in the mood for an interrogation; however, she was a friend first. But then I remembered. "How's Fred?"
He was another one of her fuck buddies. I happened to catch them in the act when I surprised her one day needing a fuck of my own.
She chuckled darkly. "Oh, I see. I never thought of you as the jealous type."
"I'm not. We both knew what this was from the beginning."
She said nothing for a moment. "Fred was just that, Edward; a quick fuck. You're more of—"
And that was what I was afraid of; her wanting more. "Vanessa..." I sighed.
"Edward, no need. Why don't we schedule dinner, sometime?"
That was what I liked about Vanessa. Smart and assertive. We both knew this would end someday. "Perfect."
"It was fun." You could hear her smile.
"That it was."
-TD-
The day continued to crawl by, yet my thoughts continued to drift toward her. As I stared at the financials, I couldn't take it anymore, and had to know. I sent her an instant message:
Last night, did you come? Cullen/Edward
No immediate response. Which I expected. Then:
Twice. Swan/Bella
But I did not expect that.
-Previous evening-
I was too tense, and texted Lauren to schedule a massage the following afternoon. I needed something to loosen me up.
You need Isabella Swan.
Fuck, Isabella Swan!
That too.
I poured another scotch. Slammed it down and picked up my tuxedo coat.
-TD-
"Yes, Theresa. I'll check my calendar, but contact Lauren."
What did she not understand? Hell, she was hot, but I was not interested.
Everywhere I turned, some asshole would stop me from reaching Isabella. And every time, she had that smug look on her face. However, she didn't think I saw the way she was eyeing Theresa a moment ago when she stopped me.
The closer I tried to reach her, the farther she went. Like a game of chess. She was moving like a queen each time I was near her.
What she didn't expect; I was a better player.
Check and mate, sweetheart.
-TD-
I took the bottle of Champagne off the server's tray and slid behind her. I inhaled her like a drug. She always smelled intoxicating. A light, floral, clean fragrance. Always the same. Uniquely, Isabella.
I leaned in and refilled her glass. "Your ass looks extraordinary in this dress," I whispered behind her ear.
I could visually see her shiver. I smiled wider, then pressed myself against her backside.
She froze for a second. "Cullen, you might have found your calling." Her big brown-eyes looked over her shoulder, amused. "You're perfect at serving. Always eager to fill my glass."
I pushed myself firmly against her, watching as her mouth slightly opened, and her eyes rolled back at my touch. "Oh, Isabella, I'm very eager to fill something else."
She bit down on her bottom lip, then released it with a chuckle. "I bet you are eager." And then pushed her ass firmly against my dick.
"Damn it," I hissed.
She wiggled her silk clad ass away, watching me as I watched that ass. She looked stunning. The dark blue dress complemented everything about her. Her hair, her eyes, those fucking lips. Bright red and ready to be wrapped around my dick.
Fuck, I had a massive hard-on, and suddenly the lights flicked off and on, indicating it was time time for Isabella and me to present the awards. Tonight's banquet was to honor the departments' employees of the year. I had to take drastic measures before walking on stage, and thought of my Nana.
That did the trick.
-TD-
The moment Isabella and I walked off the stage, she disappeared. I looked everywhere while cursing myself for acting like a horny teenager. Fuck! Even my dick needed something other than my hand. I was cranking a few out daily. And the way Isabella looked tonight, I would be taking care of myself several times later.
-TD-
Isabella was nowhere to be found, and I was tired of the bullshit, and ready to get the hell out of there. Another fucking night of blue balls all caused by that tease, Swan.
I glanced around the room for the last time, finishing my drink, and stopped at the blonde who had been eye fucking me all damn night. She had a banging body. Her dress left nothing to the imagination, and her tits were very ample. She was ready to be fucked, and normally I would oblige, but there was only one person I wanted. From the moment I first lay eyes on her. And that dress...
Fuck it!
I loosened my tie, took off my suite coat, and unbuttoned a few of my shirt buttons. I needed some air.
No, I needed to get the hell out of there.
I chugged down the last of my gin before leaving, in search of a cab.
-TD-
While I stood in the cab line, groups of people were headed inside the club next door to the hotel. That piqued my interest. I walked over to see how crowded it was. Asked the bouncers if it was always that busy, and they confirmed that it was.
It would be a great investment to buy the place as an extension to the hotel's amenities. I decided to look inside; it had potential.
The club wasn't as large as I had thought, but it was intimate. Good size bar, private VIP section, and a small dance floor. I made note that the DJ was good also. I had to find out if he was their in-house DJ. I scoped around, surveyed the clientele, and bought a drink. I was pleasantly surprised by the upgraded spirits, and the mixologist's combination.
I took my time sipping the creation and contemplating the investment. The place had a nice vibe, and before I could continue my thought, I saw the familiar blue fabric from a distance. It shimmered under the dance floor lights, as her hips swayed back and forth to the music. I sat watching Isabella move to the beat. Her body a siren, calling out to be touched.
I enjoyed the view for a few more moments before my legs started to move on their own. I had to touch her.
-TD-
Isabella had taken her hair down, and looked…happy and carefree. I stood for a second or two watching her. Admiring this unfamiliar woman. She was not the hard-ass I knew. This was Bella, and she was beautiful.
I walked closer to her and noticed she was not alone. It looked as if her assistant Angela was there too. She caught my eye, looking a bit surprised, then winked at me, dancing away.
That wasn't something I expected, and Isabella hadn't, as well. She stopped dancing and followed her, until I grabbed her arm and turned her around into mine.
"Cullen! What the hell—?"
"Dance with me." I gave her my best smile.
"No, thank you."
She pushed against me, but I kept her close. "Do you remember the last time we danced?"
"How can I not? Your junk was just as hard for me then as it feels now." She smirked.
"I'm always hard for you."
"You better get that checked, Cullen."
I pressed into her firmly. Her eyes went wide, then hooded.
I know you want me, I thought to myself.
I swayed to the music, pulling her closer. My hands glided down her back through the soft material of her dress. I watched as she licked her bottom lip. I grew harder. She had that smile, again. She knew exactly what she was doing.
Fucking temptress.
"I bet if I took you back into the supply closet I would find that tease of a pussy drenched."
"Edward," she snapped. "You can't say those—fuck!" She turned her head away from me.
I grabbed hold of her face and brought it back toward me. I leaned in to her ear and whispered, "I know what turns you on." I kissed behind her ear. This time I felt her shiver.
Oh, I'm not done, baby.
"I remember how you smelled that night. I can smell your need for me now." I poked out my tongue slightly against the ridge of her ear.
Isabella's breathing picked up.
"I can still taste you on my tongue. Mmm." I hummed, deeply.
Her fingers dug into my back.
"I want to make you come with my mouth."
"Cullen..." She breathed out. So low, I knew she didn't intend for me to hear.
I stepped back and smiled at her.
When she smiled back at me, I thought, finally. But I was very wrong.
Isabella started to sway to the music. I hadn't heard it change. The beat was slow, sensual, and—what was she doing?
She turned her back toward me and swayed her hips back and forth slowly. My eyes locked on as she moved herself against my body. I stood, while she slowly bent over, pressing her ass firmly into my cock and moving over it.
Frozen, I watched as the vixen's hair swept up as she stood and faced me. I looked down at her perfect breasts. Wanting to latch on to the taut nipples outlined by the fucking dress! The material moved harmoniously with her body; emphasizing every curve. She pressed her chest below mine and I grabbed her, squeezing tightly.
"Ah ah, Cullen." She pushed away. "No touching." She smiled. Then signaled me to lean down closer. She grabbed hold of my loose tie and yanked me farther. "You will see what you can't have." Then, she forced me back.
Her body moved sensually to the rhythm, calling mine, as she gyrated in front of me. She was a fucking tease, and I stood there taking whatever she gave.
"I will fuck you!" I yelled over the music.
She grinned, and ran her hands down the side of her body.
That was fucking it. I grabbed her and twirled her so she was facing away from me. I laid my palm flat on her stomach and pushed her back onto my dick. I violated her as much as I could on that dance floor. Every time she tried to wiggle away, I pressed harder. My other hand explored every inch of her body. But when I swept over her breast, she stilled. Her head swung to the side.
"Cullen, we can't do this here."
"Be it here, or there. But wherever it is, I will make you come."
She ground my ass several times, catching me off guard, before she pulled away.
"You are a fucking...ahh...you…hmpf." That was all she said before she stormed off.
Needless to say, I cranked out several myself that night. And apparently, so did she.
*** The Dress***
Just a little insight on Edward's POV :)
I can't believe this all started from the Dirty Talking Edward Contest that Nicffwhisperer and MagTwi78 hosted. Thank you Nicffwhisperer for encouraging me to enter.
Acquired Asset is releasing November 6, 2016 and I can't wait for you to meet Christopher and Quinn.
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I hope you enjoy Acquired Asset as much as you enjoyed The Dress.
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