So, I just started doing my own re-edits on this one. So, I may not be doing 2-3 updates a day like I did with Life Support. At least not right away. Plus, I'm working on something new. I sent the first chapter off, but I would like to have a few under my belt before I begin posting. I hope you all enjoy this baby the second time around(or first for people who never got to read it).

The Proposal

I watched her walk back and forth in the conference room. She was setting up coffee, water, juice and pastries. Her light brown hair was in a tight bun, but in the front, errant strands of hair were falling down and she kept pushing them back out of her face. I ached to touch her; to move the hair for her.

I wasn't sure why I was there, watching her. I didn't need to be there. Our meeting wasn't for another hour, but I wanted to prepare and my office was never quiet. I sat at the small table, off to the side of the boardroom, trying to focus on the accounts I was presenting to the board. I needed to make sure I got the results I wanted, but I was distracted by Bella being in the room.

I stared at the file in front of me, not registering a single word on the page. Everything started to blur. I looked up to see Bella bent over the table, taking particular note of her long legs, punctuated by her stiletto heels. Her short skirt was riding up and I could have sworn I could see the soft curves at the base of her ass. Her legs were toned and pure muscle, but I was focused on her ass.

The strain in my pants grew.

What the fuck Edward? You can't be thinking like this. You are about to make the biggest presentation of your life.

I closed my eyes; trying to not think of the images that were now burned into my mind.

Bella was bent over the conference table; legs wide open for me. Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders where I pulled on her hair as I pounded my cock into her. She looked back at me, still bent over the table before me. "Fuck me, Edward." Her words sent a shock through me. I moaned and pounded harder into her. I slapped her ass and dug my fingers into the now rosy pink flesh.

"Mr. Cullen."

Why isn't she calling me Edward?

"Mr. Cullen?"

I started to shake.

I opened my eyes and there before me, touching my shoulder, looking deep into my eyes was Bella; well, Ms. Swan. She was my assistant's assistant. I was a tough man; even my assistant needed help to manage me.

"Are you all right? You must have dozed off or something and you were mumbling in your sleep. The executives will be here in thirty minutes, if you want to get ready." For just a brief second, her warm chocolate eyes dropped down toward my pants, then back to my eyes.

What did I say in my sleep? Fuck.

"Uh…um…" Bella's eyes were still boring into mine, and there I sat, a sputtering idiot.

"Well, Mr. Cullen, the room is set. The food and drinks are set and your proposal papers and the laptop for the PowerPoint have been set. I am going to freshen up and I will be back to make sure everything works correctly before the board arrives."

Her eyes entranced me and I couldn't look away. She stared back at me before she awkwardly withdrew her eyes from mine and exited the room.

I ran my hands through my hair and tugged. What was I thinking when I hired her? She was everything I ever wanted in a woman; smart, spunky, she made my heart beat just a bit faster and she was absolutely gorgeous. I hired her three weeks earlier, based on those qualities. Her resume met company guidelines as did the resumes of the other five women I interviewed, but none of them had that special sparkle in their eyes or gave me butterflies in my stomach.

Needless to say, the last three weeks had been hard on me. To say I wanted her would be an understatement. It was deeper than that. I needed her. I was driven toward her. If I had been smart, I wouldn't have hired her. Instead, I would have asked her out on a date. But I had never been a smart man when it came to the proper way to approach a woman.

I loosened my neck-tie and ran my hand behind my head before dragging my fingertips from my the base of my head all the way to my forehead. My hair was pulled into my face. I closed my eyes and let my head rest back.

I needed help. Quick. I looked at my watch. It was twenty minutes until the partners would arrive. I stood up and walked toward the door. I needed to regroup and fix myself before they arrived. I pulled the conference room door open to discover a shocked Bella. She had her hand up, like she was going to push it open. Instead, she was pushing on my chest. I held back a groan.

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Cullen." She pulled her hand back quickly. Sparks shot through my body. I instantly wanted her touch again. Bella cradled her hand with her other, like she was injured by the touch.

"It's fine. No harm. Please, entertain the partners for a few minutes when they arrive. I will be back shortly." I moved out of her way. I didn't want to risk us touching one another again. I needed to get a grip; not make this worse.

I ran to the bathroom as quickly as possible. I checked the stalls. I was alone. I needed to release, or scream; something. I didn't have the time for the first desire or the privacy for the second. I turned the water on as cold as it would go. I let it run over my hands until the cold was unbearable. I filled my hands with water and placed my face in my hands. I did this over and over until the sensations running through me were abated.

I attempted to fix my hair. It was impossible to do in the short amount of time I had. I was too lazy to get it trimmed so I had constant bed head. Five minutes until I was supposed to be in the conference room with the partners and Bella. I walked quickly back to my office, opened the liquor cabinet and took a shot. I needed to calm my nerves or I would never make it through my proposal.

I popped a mint in my mouth and put two more in my pocket, just in case, and made my way back to the conference room.

Edward, what are you thinking? Drinking before a proposal?

I shook my head and continued walking. I was almost to the room when I heard it; her laugh. My gut twisted and my breathing hitched. I should have post-poned the meeting until Jessica, my assistant, was back. Jessica did nothing for me. She flirted, but she was easy to ignore. She was a squeaky-voiced; slightly over-weight blonde, but she knew her job.

My feet stopped as I pushed open the door. Bella was sitting on the boardroom table with her legs crossed. She had her head thrown back as her laughter filled the room. None of that was what caught my attention. Royce King - one of the youngest partners in the firm, had his hand on Bella's knee. That is what caught my eye.

Fury seethed through my body. Bella was mine. Well, not really, but in my mind she was. I cleared my throat to make my presence known.

"Mr. King, Mr. Biers, Mrs. Newton, Mrs. Hale, and Mr. McCarthy." I shook my head and smiled at each, except for Royce. He was flirting with my…with Bella.

"Well, let's get started." I walked past Bella as she took her seat. I reached my hand out and lightly brushed my fingertips down her arm, to her hand as I took the projector clicker from her. She pulled her arm away from me and in toward her body once I had the clicker. I felt the same shock flow through me as I did before.

I presented my proposal on auto-pilot. My mind was focused on Royce and Bella, Bella and me. I had to make her mine before he stepped in. At the end of the meeting, Royce slid a piece of paper to Bella.

I am going to kill that asshole.

I stood firm at the front of the boardroom as Bella opened the door and guided the partners out. My fists were clenched tightly and my jaw was locked.

Bella turned and looked at me. She cocked her head to the side. "Is there a problem, Mr. Cullen?"

"Uh, yes, but we will talk later." I shuffled, trying to get my shit together so I could get out of the room. I didn't know what it was about that woman, but every time she addressed me, I fumbled like a fucking idiot.

"Yes, Mr. Cullen." Bella turned her attention from my face to the table. I stood there watching her, bent over the table again and I could feel my pants tightening.

"Isabella, let's talk now."

"Uh, okay," she said, turning so she was facing me. She placed her hands on the table on either side of her.

She looked so hot like that; her shirt tight across her chest and abdomen. I could see the outline of her lace bra as I stalked toward her.

"Isabella, I need to talk to you about what happened in the meeting…" my words trailed off.

"What part, Sir? I thought you did a wonderful job. Great presentation."

"Not…not about that." I was right in front of her. She squirmed, trying to create space between us.

"Then," she paused and swallowed. "Then what about, Sir?"

"What were you talking to Royce about?"

"He was just telling me about his plans for this weekend."

I moved a bit closer to her. Our legs were touching. "And?"

She looked nervous. She looked down, away from my face. "Why are you asking me this?" She looked up at me though her eyelashes.

I moved my hand slowly to her face and brushed the hair back that had fallen into her eyes. "Because, Isabella, I want you."

Her eyes were wide as I placed my hands on hers, and moved my body flush to her.

Her breath hitched. "Mr. Cullen-."

"Edward. Call me Edward." I couldn't try to get in her pants if we were being so formal.

It sounded like she faintly moaned, "Edward."

"I am going to sit you on the table. Okay, Isabella?"

She nodded her head and looked down.

I placed my hands on her ass as I lifted her on to the table. I spread her legs apart so I could stand between them. She was still looking away from me, down at the floor.

Fuck. What if she doesn't want me too? Does she think she has to do this to keep her job?

"Isabella, if you don't want to do this…don't think I am forcing you." I placed my hand under her chin and slowly moved her head so I could see in her eyes. I was afraid I would see fear in her eyes, but she kept her eyes trained down even though her face was up. She was fighting looking at me. I dropped my hands to her side. "Look at me, please."

She slowly raised her eyes to mine. There was no fear. Instead there was lust and seduction. "Oh." I ran my fingers up her arms, lightly touching her with my fingertips. I softly brushed the hair that had again fallen into her face, away. She looked at me with her beautiful brown eyes and bit her lower lip. "Isabella-."

She cut me off, "Call me Bella, please. Edward."

"Bella." What am I doing? I should NOT be hitting on my employee, and almost fucking her. "We should stop."

Her face fell. Her lip released from the hold that her teeth had on it. It was red and swollen and plump.

"Stay still." Bella didn't move, doing as I said. I ran my hands through her hair and I released it out of the bun it was in. Her brown locks flowed down her back and my hand was instantly on the back of her head. I looked into her eyes. Begging. She was begging me. I moved my mouth to hers. I softly kissed her bottom lip that she had been biting. I nibbled on it and then I placed my lips on hers. She met my need with her own.

She placed her hands in my hair and pulled me closer to her. My tongue moved in to her mouth, as my hands slid down her back and on to her legs. I slowly slid her skirt up to her hips, moving my hands to her ass, pulling her flush against me. I could feel the warmth between her legs through my pants. My cock instantly responded.

"I want you, Edward," Bella moaned.

I grunted at her words and thrust myself toward her. "I want you too; so fucking bad."

I slid back from her. Bella let her body go limp at our separation, as she laid back on the table. She moaned and ran her hands through her hair. I locked the boardroom doors and went back to my girl, lying on the table.

Fuck, she is mine!

I took in her sight. She was laying there, skirt hiked up, legs spread for me.

I stalked my way back to her. She was like a beautiful buffet, set out just for me.

"I have wanted you since I first set my sights on you. You are beautiful, Bella."

She moaned as her fingers traveled down her body. Sliding her panties to the side, she started to rub her clit.

I dropped to my knees and watched her fingers slide between her folds. "Edward," she moaned.

I took that as my queue, pulling her fingers to my mouth, where I placed each one between my lips and licked her juices off. She tasted wonderful.

I let her fingers fall from my mouth and placed my hands on her legs, spreading them for my pleasure. I stared at her, open before me.

Mine.

I placed my mouth on her thigh and I let my lips and tongue travel up her leg toward her center. Softly, I licked over her clit and slid a finger into her center. Bella moaned above me and let her hips slide closer to me.

I worked my fingers in and out of her, curling them once deep inside of her. My mouth and tongue licked, sucked and kissed every inch of her pussy. Her juices flowed down from my chin and fingers to the table.

"Uh, fuck me, Edward," Bella said in a whispered moan.

I stood, leaving my fingers in her. Bella was panting, on the table; her chest raising and falling with each pleasured breath. She looked beautiful, covered in a light sheen of sweat.

"Fuck, Bella." I adjusted myself with my other hand.

"Take me. Please, Edward." She arched her back, pushing herself down on my fingers and bringing herself closer to the edge of the table.

I slid my fingers from Bella to undo my pants. Before I could get my zipper down, she quickly replaced me with her own fingers. I watched in awe as she fucked herself. Her fingers flowed in and out quickly. Her breathing picked up. She was about to cum. I wanted to make her cum.

"Stop!" My voice was raised and strained. "I want to do that for you."

Bella panted and moaned as she stopped her movement but let her fingers stay inside of her. I stood back between her legs, placed my hands on her and pulled her closer to me. I looked down at her, fingers still between her folds.

My eyes ran up her body. Bella was biting her lip, looking at me; waiting; begging.

I placed my tip of my cock at her entrance. Her fingers slid out and wrapped around me. I moaned at her touch.

Fuck, what she could do to me with her hands.

I slowly slid in to her until I was filling her and then pulled back out. She was tight around my cock.

"Fuck, Bella." I thrust in and out of her, filling her completely each time before I pulled out of her.

Bella looked up at me, her big brown eyes, glaring.

"What's the matter, baby?" I hovered my body over hers. Her face was covered in a light sheen of sweat. I ran my fingertips across her forehead, moving the matted hair from her face. "You are so beautiful, Bella. Even more beautiful when you are under me."

I moved my lips to hers. The pout and anger on her face, from me removing myself, was gone as she parted her lips slightly to meet mine. Our tongues moved together, slowly. We were in perfect unison with one another. It was like we were made for each other. I held her face in my hands as I moved my lips from hers.

"Beautiful," I whispered as I started to kiss down her body. I pulled at her shirt, letting the buttons strain before they let go and her shirt opened. Her breasts rose toward me with each breath she took. I closed my eyes, trying to memorize the perfection of her body. I slid my hand under her bra and moved it down, exposing her nipple to me. I sucked on her until she was moaning.

"Edward, fuuuck." Her body started to shake beneath me. I resumed kissing down her body again. Bella wiggled on the table, trying to get me to touch her right where she wanted me to.

My face was between her legs, lips inches from her folds. I dropped to my knees and moved my head back and looked at her pussy, dripping for me. I licked her from the bottom up, stopping to nibble on her clit. Bella's hips bucked toward my face.

"Want you," she moaned.

I stood and slid back into her. Her muscles tightened around me as I slammed in to her. I let my hands roam her body. Her breasts were still exposed and I pinched on her nipples.

"Gah, fuck. Edward." Her moaning was beautiful, but even better when she moaned my name.

"Come to me." I placed my hands on hers and pulled her so she was sitting. We were chest to chest. She slid her hands between us and started to undo my shirt. She pushed my shirt off in one fluid movement and then pulled my undershirt off. She ran her hands down my chest before replacing where her hands had been with her mouth. I thrust in and out of her as fast as I could. She wrapped her legs around me as she met each one of my thrusts with her own.

"Fucking hot, Bella."

She bit her lip as she looked up at me. "You too, Edward," she said as she released her lip. I placed my mouth on hers and started to suck the lip the she had been biting. I quickened my thrusts and placed my hands on her ass, slightly lifting her off the table. Bella's head fell back as her moans grew louder.

"Edwaaaaaa," Bella's hands went to my hair and she pulled, as her muscles tightened around me. I kept my speed going. I was going to cum with her. She was coming down from her orgasm when I felt the tightness.

"I'm gonna, fuck." My legs started to shake and give way. I set Bella back on the table. She laid back as I continued to move in and out of her. My dick twitched and the walls of her pussy clamped around me, giving me one of the strongest orgasms of my life.

Laying my head on Bella's stomach, I kissed her abdomen. "This has been the most satisfying days of my life; being with you, Bella."

Bella moaned as she ran her hands through my hair.

"Mmmmm, Mr. Cullen?"

"Bella, I told you to call me Edward."

"Mr. Cullen, Mr. Cullen." My eyes flew open. I was in the executive's chair. Bella was standing in front of me. Her brown locks framing her beautiful face. Her eyes looked deep into mine. She bent over and placed her hand on the arm of the chair. "Are you okay, Sir?" Her eyes drifted down toward my crotch.

FUCK. I pinched my arm. Was I still sleeping? Fuck, it hurt. She eyed my dick.

"Yes, I am fine…Isabella."

"Just checking. The rest of the board will be here soon if you need to…" there was a pause like she was thinking of what to say. "Freshen up." A beautiful smile graced her face as she stood and turned away from me.

I stood and stalked toward her. "Isabella, I think we need to have a talk."