BPOV

I need alcohol, immediately.

I had every intention of climbing into the rattiest pair of sweats I owned, grabbing some Ben & Jerry's from the fridge and drowning my troubles in a bottle of Grey Goose and 5 hours of Colin Firth goodness. Hm, maybe I'll just skip to him all wet. That would help me forget how shitty this day was.

What I didn't anticipate was Alice beating me home.

I stumbled in the front door, my eyes red and puffy, my hair hung in clumps all around my head and my scrubs were soaked and sticking to my body.

"Oh my God! Are you ok? What the hell happened?" Shrieking. Why is she shrieking?

"I, uh, I had a bit of a bad day." Well, if that wasn't an understatement, I don't know what is.

"Why are you all wet?"

Well, I was crying so hard I couldn't find my keys in my purse, so I just walked home. All 2 miles. In the pouring rain.

"It's raining outside."

I stood there staring at her until I couldn't control the tears anymore. The sobs started ripping out of me, and Alice ran up to me and threw her arms around my waist. She let me lean on her until my tears had run dry, then she wiped off my face, planted a kiss on my forehead and looked me straight in the eye.

"You need to get laid. Jump in the shower, we're going to doll you up and go trolling for men."

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How did I end up nursing a bottle of beer at the bar in a shirt that was cut too low and heels that were too high, all by myself? I should have just stamped "Please Fuck Me" on my forehead and been done with it. Frickin' Alice. I wouldn't have been half as bitter as I was if Alice hadn't taken off with the tall blonde with the smoldering eyes and the southern drawl merely 20 minutes after we arrived.

"I love you Bella, but this is the man of my dreams. I can't let this opportunity go! Did you hear that accent? Will you be ok?"

So I did the typical Bella thing and waved her off. I was a big girl; I could get through this, right? But the longer I thought about it, the more upset I became.

Damn Alice for taking the only guy in the place who didn't look like he was one step above Cro-Magnon man on the evolutionary chain. And wasn't Alice supposed to be cheering me up? She should have at least made sure I was going to go home with someone with two eyebrows before jetting.

Geez, help a sister out. What happened to chicks before dicks? I needed to have a serious chat with her in the near future.

I was 5 seconds from calling the night a bust. I had worked a 12 hour day, and only had 2 days off before I had start the cycle all over again. I had 3 people die on me just today, not that there was anything I could have done for them. The idea of actually finishing my residency was becoming less and less appealing with every death that was added to my count. Maybe I should just move back home to Forks. I was pretty sure Mike Newton was still available and willing to put a ring on my finger.

Right. And I'll just settle right down and start popping out little blond Newtons.

The second I heard the first chords of the newest New Kids on the Block song, I headed for the door. Rap songs full of double entrendres and ho slappin' I could handle; regurgitated tweeny pop was a deal breaker.

The bar was packed as I tried to maneuver towards the door. I was ready to stab the next person who got in my way with my stiletto when a glimpse of bronze caught my eye.

Dr. Masen. The attending with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Oh God, as if I hadn't embarrassed myself enough for one day, I really hope he doesn't get to witness me falling on my ass trying to get out of here. I had found myself ogling him on more than one occasion. His hair consistently looked as if he had just taken some lucky girl in the back room and given her the ride of her life. I had dreams about washboard stomach that was teasingly hinted at under his shirt, and the long fingers and strong forearms that indicated an expert in manual dexterity. I would have bet that he played the piano. It was his eyes that really hit it home for me, though. Green that seemed to penetrate right through my skin, grabbed my soul and wouldn't let go. He always looked to so tortured, as if he could see what the rest of us could not and the prognosis wasn't good.

I realized I was staring and started moving towards the door again when his head lifted. The look he gave me instantaneously made my mouth dry and my panties wet.

Oh God.

The lust on the good doctor's face was obvious. His gaze ran up the length of my legs up to my chest. I should buy Alice a fruit basket for putting me in this shirt. He stopped on my lips, which I licked instinctively. His eyes shot up to mine and I didn't think I could have moved if I tried. I tried to breathe deeply and not start hyperventilating when he got up and started heading my way. The leggy blonde and body-builder he had been sitting with barely acknowledged him leaving.

When he was close enough that I could feel him breathing he stopped and stared into my eyes for an immeasurable amount of time. His eyes penetrated to my very core, and I was sure I could feel his hands all over me, touching me in the places that I could only hope to dream about. He lifted his hands to my shoulders and put his mouth on my neck just below my ear. God, if he kept this up I wasn't going to last long enough to make it to my car. His breath was hot and his opened mouth kiss was wet and delicious.

"Come with me." It wasn't a question.

I didn't respond, but when his hands slid down my arms and into my hands I followed without further prompting. He guided us through the bar, the gyrating bodies parting like the Red Sea as he approached them. I admired the view from the back, his muscles clenching in his back and shoulders with his strides. I began imaging his thighs and felt the flush rising up on my face. I was going to have get control over that blush one of these days.

As I followed Dr. Masen to his shiny Volvo, I realized I had no clue what his first name was. Did he even recognize me from the hospital? I hadn't ever seen him so much as look at me twice, even when I ran straight into him. Should I act as if I didn't recognize him either? The office politics of it all were becoming too much and I wondered if I should just get in my car and go home.

Then he turned around and pinned me against the car with his hips. As soon as I felt the hardness pressed against my lower stomach I lost all coherent thought. Unggh. I started wondering about the size of that back seat, and I knew there was no way I was going to leave unless he demanded it.

"Bella. You have no idea how long I've been waiting to taste these lips."

My head shot up in surprise at his use of my name, and he crushed his lips to mine. The kiss was long and slow and deep, I felt every ounce of his passion in it and it sent a shock that traveled all the way through me, down to my toes before settling between my legs. My hands went to his hair of their own accord. I wound my fingers in it roughly and pulled slightly when I felt his tongue tracing my bottom lip. I needed more. The cool metal of the car went right through my shirt, and I could feel his heat pressing into my front. It was becoming too much to take, I needed his hands on me. Immediately, if not sooner.

His fingers dug into my hips, as if trying to keep me from floating away. He took my bottom lip between his lips and bit down gently, evoking a breathy moan from me. He let his teeth drag before licking my lip one last time and pulling away. I was tempted to throw my legs around his hips and force his mouth back to mine. Dr. Masen let out a low chuckle at the pout on my face.

"As much as I would love to throw you down on the hood of my car and take you right here, I'm sure you'd prefer not to have an audience while you're screaming my name."

I was certain that once he started I wasn't going to care if the queen of England was watching, but I kept my opinion to myself and slid into the leather seat when he opened her door. His car was so clean. It was abnormal, but smelled delicious. Sweet like incense, musky like a man. Was that cinnamon? My eyes wandered to the backseat. Oh, there was definitely enough room.

As soon as Dr. Masen climbed in the other side, we were pulling out of the parking lot. The air in the car was so charged it seemed to be crackling around us. His hand started creeping up my thigh, rubbing in small circles. A coil started to wind in my lower abdomen, and my heart was beating so fast that I was grateful I was in the company of a doctor. When I chanced a glance in his direction, I saw that he wasn't even looking at the road. His eyes were flickering between my lips and my eyes again. I summoned every ounce of courage that I possessed and leaned forward, licking the small hollow of his throat.

Jesus, he tastes like sex. Ugh.

I let my tongue lazily make its way up the column of his throat, my hands traveling the planes of his chest; stopping only to press my lips gently underneath his ear. When I took his earlobe into my mouth and gently sucked and then nipped at it, I felt his breath stutter. His hand traveled higher on my thigh, dangerously close to where I so desperately needed it. I let my nose skim the straight shot of bone that was his jaw.

"If you want me screaming something besides your surname, you're going to have to tell me what it is," I said, my voice came out breathier than I intended it to.

He cleared his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing. I licked it.

"Edward."

I felt the car jerk to a stop, and then his hands were around my hips. Before I had time to look around, he had pulled me into his lap; his hands running up my ribs, his fingers brushing the sides of my breasts.

"I'm going to have to punish you for that little stunt," he groaned.

Well, I certainly hope you will..

He opened the door and picked me up, my legs still on either side of him. His lips were on mine again, demanding, taking. He pressed me into his arousal, and I moaned deeply, grinding myself into him. I heard the jingling of keys and the opening of a door, and Edward's kisses started getting deeper. His left hand started traveling upward, taking my shirt with it. My hands left his hair and traveled down to the buttons of his shirt, unfastening with unsteady fingers. I felt one pop off in my haste.

Oops.

I felt his chuckle deep in his chest, and then I was laying on something soft. I lifted up my arms as Edward brought my shirt over my head. Edward's head ducked down and then his mouth locked around my nipple, through the thin fabric of my bra. My back arched as my nipple puckered and my hips ground into his. The friction brought a moan out of both of us, and Edward's hand traveled to my other breast, tracing the lace with his fingertips, before reaching around and unhooking the back. It popped forward and he ripped it off, chucking his own shirt to the floor before bringing his head back to my chest. I watched his tongue, pink and soft and warm and wet as it licked my nipple slowly, and then flicked it. His thumb started tracing circles around my other nipple, my legs wrapping themselves securely around his hips. I couldn't stop myself from trying to find the friction I was in desperate need of, his hips meeting my every movement.

I hissed through my teeth when I felt his teeth bite down on me, and I pulled his mouth back up to mine by his hair. Our kisses were becoming frantic, our tongues moving with a ferocity that I had never felt before this moment. I needed to feel him moving in me.

My hands traveled down his chest, feeling his muscles clench as I passed shaky fingers over his stomach. My hand found his erection and I ran the length of it in my palm. A growl ripped through his lips and he stood up abruptly. He all but tore my pants off, returning his mouth to mine, one hand tangled in my hair, the other splayed against my stomach, his long fingers spanning the space between my hip bones. I trembled as I felt his fingers dip below the lace, and felt the heat pool between my legs. He parted my folds with his long fingers, and I whimpered.

"So fucking wet…"

His fingers traced my clit several times before dipping into me. They pumped into me with a found rhythm while his thumb teased my bud.

Yep, he definitely plays the piano.

The spring in my lower stomach grew steadily tighter, and I felt his heavy breath on my ear.

"I need to taste you. I need to have you in my mouth."

I didn't even try to understand what he was implying when his mouth started moving lower towards my core. His tongue dipped into my bellybutton, left a wet kiss on my hip; his fingers pulling gently on my panties. He let his head follow the path that my panties took, his hands tracing the contours of my calves, as if memorizing them. Her threw the lace to the floor, and parted my thighs with his head. The sight of his sex god hair between my legs was almost too much for me to take. I watched as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His eyes shot open, a burning green, on fire.

"You smell better than I imagined."

I gasped loudly as his tongue, thick and wet licked the softest part of me. My hands wound into his hair, and my hips lifted involuntarily. His hands grabbed my hips, holding me down on the mattress.

"Be a good girl and stay still."

The vibration of his voice, husky and deep with want, traveled up my spine, and I let out a moan.

His mouth was on me again, lapping at my sensitive skin. My breath started to come in gasps, my hips struggling against his hands, my thighs trying desperately to press together. Anything to ease this ache in me. One of his hands left my hips, and I felt his fingers pumping into me. He took my bundle of nerves into his mouth, licking, sucking and biting. That was all I could take. I felt the dam break between my legs, a jolt of electricity running from my core through my body to the tips of my fingers, my toes. Edward's name fell from my lips repeatedly, as if in supplication. My body was trembling as I came back to myself.

He crawled back up to me, his movements looking predatory, his eyes fierce. I briefly wondered where the rest of his clothes had gone.

"Do you know how fucking luscious you are? I want you to taste yourself on me."

He plunged into my mouth, fucking it with his tongue. I groaned, then grabbed his tongue with my lips and sucked. Did he have any idea of how much of a turn-on that was? I was going to come again if he kept up that dirty talking.

My legs wrapped themselves around his hips and I could feel the tip of him pressing against me. I felt a shiver travel up my spine. I started to push my hips forward, and Edward started backing up. What the hell was this?

"Beg."

"Huh?" Did he expect me to have full function of my brain right now?

"I told you I would punish you for that little stunt in the car. I want to hear you beg me to fuck you."

I certainly wasn't above begging at this point. I needed this man inside of me. Just as I opened my mouth I heard something start beeping from the corner of the room. Oh God, was that his pager? No! His head dropped into the crook of my neck and he groaned. His hot breath against my skin raised goosebumps and the ache inside of me was demanding satisfaction. I could feel him take a deep breath in my hair and he pulled himself off of me.

As soon as his back turned I hopped up and started searching for my clothes. Where the hell was my underwear? Forget it; I couldn't put them back on in the condition they were in anyway. That wasn't completely mortifying or anything. Oh well, there you go Dr. Masen. A little memento to remember the almost sex we had.

He turned around to face me again and the scowl on his face deepened when he saw my state of dress.

"I'm sorry; I've really got to go in."

"Yeah. No, its fine. I really should get going." Please put some pants back on before I tie you down and have my way with you.

"I'd ask you to stick around but this-"

"No, no. Really. I understand. I'll just call a cab." I had to cut him off before he started making excuses for why he didn't want me to stay. I needed to get the hell out of here before the realization that I was about to have sex with a coworker, my superior no less, hit me. It was time for the walk of shame to the front door. And for God's sake, put some pants on.

"Oh, uh… ok. Let me walk you out."

He grabbed his pants off the floor and put them on without worrying about putting anything on underneath them. Not as much help as I thought that would be. Right, need to get out of here. He ran his hand through his hair and grabbed my hand. He shot me a shaky smile and lead me to the front door.

"I'd ask if I could see you again but I'll see you at the hospital," Ouch. "My life revolves around that place." Double ouch.

Ok, I get it Dr. Masen, you're too busy for me. I'm not planning on stalking you or anything.

I must have flinched at the thought, because he brought his lips down to mine once, twice, three times. Gently. Warm and soft, his lips barely brushing mine. He wrapped his warm hands around my face, his fingers winding themselves in my hair. He stared right into my eyes and I felt myself melt into the ground. He was doing that soul penetration thing again. He leaned down and let his nose drag along my jaw to my ear.

"I wasn't kidding earlier. You have no idea often I find myself fantasizing about you. Undressing you in my mind. Running my hands down your soft skin. Licking your gorgeous lips. Hearing you moan my name. We WILL finish what we've started. That's a promise." His voice had found that husky tenor again.

I nodded my head in agreement; I knew that if I tried to use my tongue it would immediately try to attack Dr. Masen.

"Goodnight, Bella."

"Night, Edward." I stumbled out the front door and took a deep breath, trying desperately to calm the ache in-between my thighs, the pounding of my heart.

Out on the street, I found myself a cab almost immediately. Climbing in, I couldn't help but glance up at his building. That was a real mistake. I knew it, and I could already see how badly this was going to turn out, yet I'd done it anyway. And why was it that I couldn't manage to conjure up any remorse?