A/N: SM owns everything. If not I would have a bigger car…

Just a little short story this time from me. It wanted to be written so what is a girl to do…? I hope you enjoy. See you on the other side…

I'm waiting for her. I never know whether or not she's going to come around. But it doesn't matter, I'm waiting for her like a lovesick puppy. I just can't seem to get enough.

I look up from the papers at my desk when the last person on the floor is saying goodbye to me. "Late night again,eh?" he says, and I just nod and smile. I've earned quite the reputation in the office by now, always staying so late. I'm almost always the last to leave. If they only knew. I don't even care about promotions anymore. I only care about her. A short glimpse of her white thighs covered in stockings flash before my eyes and suddenly I'm grateful that I'm sitting down behind the desk. It doesn't take more than that short memory to start the stirrings in my dick. Jesus. She has too much of a hold on me…

The intercom buzzes. I know it's her so I buzz her right up. Straight away I'm flushing and I can feel my body heat up. I have to remove my tie. It's been a couple of weeks since she was here last. But I know better than to ask her why. I gave up on getting to know her better a while ago. I've decided to settle for just being with her.

Her timing is perfect as always. I'm the only one left on the floor. The office is all quiet, gone are the sounds of people making small talk, the buzz from the computers and telephones ringing. So it is very easy to hear the ding of the elevator when it opens. My breathing hitches from just that sound. My imagination is running amok trying to figure out what she could be wearing. She never wears the same twice.

I can hear the sounds of her heels approaching my office. I lean back in my chair and decide to just sit here until I can see her. Then I can see what she's into today.

The first thing I notice is her hair. The big wavy brown curls are flowing freely down her back today. I love it when her hair is down. It means I can be the one in control. She loves it when I pull it during.

The next thing I notice is her smile. She is looking straight at me, taking me in. Smiling because she likes what she sees. Again I'm glad that I'm sitting down. The sight of her standing there is so overwhelming it almost takes my breath away. She is by far the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

She's wearing a red wrap-around dress. No stockings, so I bet that she's naked under it. I feel my dick hardening at the thought.

"Hi…" she says still smiling. It's so contagious I can't help smiling as well. I finally stand up and walk to the other side of the desk. I lean back against it and fold my arms in front of me.

"Hi." I say back.

She slowly enters my office. She doesn't look around, she knows the office too well by now. She steps up to me, so close. But not close enough. She puts her hand on my jaw and caresses my cheek with her thumb. She's still smiling. She knows what she's doing to me. It's the sweetest torture but I'm never going to stop her.

I grab her hand and pull her in for the first kiss. I stop just before our lips meet. "I've missed you." I say, knowing that she will never say it back. I can feel her smile and before the lack of words goes to my heart I kiss her. I kiss her sweetly and slowly. I know I only have a short time of sweet and slow so I take advantage of it. I love kissing her, her lips are perfect against mine. I feel her open her mouth and tease my lower lip with the tip of her tongue. Knowing her need to speed things up I try to slow her down again by not opening up. My feeble attempts to drag it out are finished when she sucks my lower lip into her mouth and bite down on it. I groan and take charge of the kiss as I know she wants me to.

With a firm grip on her hips I turn us around so she is leaning against the desk. I suck on her tongue and my hand finds her breast. Kneading it, but avoiding the nipple to drive her crazy. She gasps and kisses me harder. I let go of her breast to find the bow keeping her dress together. It's hard to open it when my hands are shaking so much. When I finally manage to untie the bow I break the kiss eager to look at her. I take a step back and as I push the two ends of the dress slowly apart I am rewarded with the sight of her completely naked. My eyes rake her beautiful body. I stop at her breasts, so full and soft the sight alone makes my mouth water. I continue until I reach her pussy and I want to bury myself in it in every way.

I drop to my knees in front of her and look up at her as I kiss her navel. I can hear her breathing hitch and she is watching me with those brown eyes. The smile is gone but the look she has on her face now is so much better. I slide one of my hands up her leg. Enjoy the feel of the soft skin on her foot, her calve and her thigh. She spreads her legs a bit for me and the scent of her arousal hits me. I take a deep breath and can hear her moan because of it. She knows what her smell does to me. I look up at her again, lean back a bit and touch myself with the other hand. I know it drives her crazy when I touch myself. I can see her eyes linger on my hand.

"Take it out. I want to see you…" she says huskily. I shake my head. I have to keep reminding myself that I'm the one in control not her. I slide my hand from her thigh over her stomach and then slowly head south. I'm watching her watching me as I finally slip inside her folds. Her pulse quickens and she moans as I slip a finger inside her. She is so wet. It so obvious she wants this, she wants me.

"Fuck! You're so wet!" I gasp as I lean forward and introduce my tongue to her clit. Her legs give out and she sits down clumsily on the desk.

"Yes…" She hisses and puts a hand on my hair trying to push me closer to her. I smile at her desperation, loving that I can make her feel this way.

"Edward, please!" She gasps. I love that I am the one on my knees yet she's the one who's begging.

I add another finger and begin fingering her in earnest as I suck her clit into my mouth. I'm finally giving in, giving it to her. She throws her head back and moans. She slowly leans back, too overcome with the pleasure I'm providing and I follow as I always do. I can feel her legs trembling and know she is close. Instead of giving her what she wants I let her go. I stand up and take both her thighs into my hands to spread her legs further apart. She's at her most beautiful like this. Wet and glistening, pink and inviting. Her chest is quickly rising and falling, she's panting and I can't help but lean forward and take one of her tits into my mouth and suck on it roughly. She grips my hair again and moans loudly. While she is distracted I open my pants and pull out my dick. I'm so hard and leaking and just can't wait to be in her.

I find her entrance easily and switch breast before I bury myself to the hilt in one quick shove. She gasps and pulls on my hair again. I let go of her breast, eager to see her face as I slowly pull back. When my dick is almost all the way out I change the pace to quickly bury myself to the hilt again. She screams and grips my lapels. I'm suddenly glad I removed my tie earlier or else I'm quite sure this would be another kind of sex all together. Her face is twisted in the best kind of way, I have her so wound up she doesn't even care that I'm watching her so much.

"More! Harder!" She commands. I ignore her requests and continue with the same rhythm a few more strokes. I can feel the coil tightening in my gut and I know that I'm close as well. I have to do something not to blow my load before her, so I lift her legs and place them on my shoulders. I hang on to her hips for dear life as I begin to pound into her. I know I'm hitting her in all the right places as her screams and moans have dropped to a minimum. She always gets real quiet just before she comes real hard. My eyes roam her face with her mouth open and her eyes shut tight. Her breaths leave her body in gasps. Her tits are jumping every time I pound into her. It's the most beautiful sight ever.

I release her hips with my one hand to play with her clit. I'm giving her my best. And I can feel it working. Her entire body is quivering.

"I'm coming, I'm coming..!" she gasps and then the swearing begins as I feel her muscles clench around me. I love how she becomes foul mouthed when she comes. With every "Fuck!" I feel myself getting pushed closer and closer to the edge.

I don't wait until she's come down all the way from her orgasm before I release her legs and turn her over. A second later I'm inside her again and enjoying the gorgeous sight of my dick disappearing into her from behind. I'm fast and hard now, going in and out of her like a piston. She's still riding the wave and I take advantage of it. I wrap her hair around one of my hands and pull hard.

"Oh god, YES!" She screams as she comes a second time. Her walls contract and I feel myself growing impossible harder as I pound into her a few more times before I come myself. The orgasm is the most amazing high. They always are with her. I feel the strength leaving my body as I collapse on top of her. I know I shouldn't but I just can't help it. We lie there together for a moment while I work on getting my body working again.

She's the first to recover. Instead of telling me to get off her, she just tugs at my jacket and I give her room to turn around under me. She puts her arms around me and hugs me tightly.

"Thank you. I really needed that…" She whispers into my ear and it's not the first time I'm wondering what's going on in her life that makes her need this, makes her need me this way. I put my hands on the desk and slowly push myself up enough to kiss her.

"You're welcome, baby" I say and get up completely. As I begin to fumble with my clothes she keeps still not making any moves to get up. I stop and just look at her. She's sprawled on my desk, her legs hanging over the side and her dress open so I can see her glorious body. She suddenly looks sad and I wish I could ask her what is going on. I just want to help. But I know better than to ask. We don't talk. I don't know much about her. I don't even know if she has somebody waiting for her at home. But I'm betting that she does. She must. She's too lovely not to.

The moment passes when she gets up and tie her dress. She quickly uses my bathroom and I can hear the flush while I'm putting on my tie again. She comes out, looking like she did when she came except for the slight tinge of pink on her cheeks. She looks at me and smiles. Not the big smile she had on when she came though. A small smile that pains me.

I take a step forward towards her. "Bella…" I say and reach out for her. But she avoids me, steps around me and heads for the door. Before she leaves she turns around.

"I'll see you soon again. I promise Edward." She says and holds my eye for a moment longer than she normally does. I just nod and sit down heavily in my chair. I wish I could say something to her to make her stay. The unspoken words are hanging in the air as ripe fruits just waiting to be plucked; don't go, don't go, please don't go. But I know they won't work so I say nothing.

I hear her heels as she heads for the elevator. I lean my head back and look out the window as I hear the ding of the elevator. I don't even notice the view, can't focus on anything but the fact that she's gone now. I wish the way my body is feeling wasn't tainted by the way my heart is feeling.

I wish it was me who was waiting for her at home.

A/N: This story is inspired by a fantastic song by Turboweekend. If you haven't heard it you should… The lyrics are below this if you are interested. Please review!

Turboweekend – After hours

Come by the office when there's no one but me around
I'll buzz you right up when everyone else has shut down
It's nice and quiet and it's nobody's business but ours
How we conduct ourselves in this room after hours

I don't know if you've got somebody waiting...
I bet that someone like you, someone like you
Could have them waiting for hours

I'll show you the ropes of this machinery
In here we make big decisions. Tell me, do you like what you see?
From my window I've got a clear view of the towers
When the shadow crawls onto my desk I get an urge to work after hours

I don't know if you've got somebody waiting...
I bet that someone like you, someone like you
Could have them waiting for hours