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"Why don't you take Emmett's daughter to the movies tonight?" Rosalie suggested in the middle of sex, which she had learned quickly was the fastest way to get what she wanted from Edward at any given time. "Keep her busy for a couple hours?"

Edward's hands gripped her hips, stopping her from moving, and he looked up at her. "You got plans I should know about?"

"What makes you think you should know about anything I do?" He flipped them both over and tied her hands to the headboard. She grinned up at him. "Bondage, huh? Kinky. I think I like it."

"You like everything," Edward rolled his eyes. "You're a slut, Rosalie."

"You're just miffed I'm not just your slut," Rosalie arched her hips up, laughing at the hoarse groan he gave. "And you can't get mad at me for fucking Emmett when you do it, too. How'd you like that thing with the honey I taught him? Was it good for you?"

"Jesus, Rosalie," Edward closed his eyes and buried his face in her neck as he shuddered and came. "You're going to drag us all down to hell."

"Well, it wouldn't be any fun if I was there by myself."

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When Rosalie showed up at his door that night, she smelled like Emmett's aftershave and sex.

Edward wasn't sure which turned him on more.

She smiled knowingly at him as she pushed his mouth down between her legs, where Emmett was fresh on her thighs.

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