AN: I didn't mean for this chapter to take so long to be posted. I had some computer and RL issues that came up recently. Hopefully these have all been cleared and future updates will come quicker

As we all know, I do not own any of the characters, please thank SM for allowing me to borrow them for this. Without her, none of this would be possible.

Chapter 1

Celebration in Vegas

"Rose, you know this is completely crazy, don't you? We shouldn't be here. Tell me again why we are here?" How Rose had convinced me to a weekend trip was the easy part. How she had convinced me to crash the party on the penthouse floor, I couldn't tell you. But here we were, and we were probably the only two women not in their early 20's. "I feel so old compared to everyone here."

"Oh, stop it, Bella, you are not old. Besides, this is where Vegas want us. So, just relax and have fun" Obviously Rose didn't seem to care that they were amongst the oldest here and that all those young girls kept on giving them dirty looks.

"Come on Rose, have you heard what they are saying about us?" The one thing I hated most was being the center of attention. I always tried to blend in to the background, but tonight, that's exactly the opposite of what was happening.

"Who cares what these kids are saying. They are just jealous. Now, look at me and act like I'm saying something funny." She didn't even give me a chance to complain before she spoke again. "Just do it. There is a gorgeous guy over in the corner checking you out." I began to turn to look at where she was looking. "Don't look. Just laugh" and she made a face that couldn't help make me laugh. "That worked. He's on his way over here."

She finally motioned for me to turn around and then I saw him. Rose was right, he was gorgeous.

There was one detail that Rose hadn't mentioned. "Edward Cullen" I whispered under my breath as I turned back towards Rose. "Is that who you were talking about?"

"Oh don't be such a hag. I'll leave you alone with him. I'll see you tomorrow." Rose said and walked away.

"Wait. What? Are you leaving?" Rose just smiled and waved. "Great." I stood there, closed my eyes and sighed. When I opened my eyes, Edward Cullen was standing right in front of me. He stood there for the better half of a second, not saying a word, just gazing into my eyes before he reached out for my hand and led me into the darkest corner of the makeshift dance floor in the center of the room. The simple touch of his hand in mine lit a fire in every nerve ending and I could feel the fire raging through my entire body.

When he stopped and pulled me to him, the raging fire began to explode. Staring into my eyes, he began swaying to the music. The beat of my heart was so strong when he held me that I was worried he would feel it against his chest, He didn't seem to notice. He just pulled me closer.

My body molded to his in such a way it felt like we were two pieces of the same puzzle and I couldn't pull myself free from his embrace. No man had ever had this effect on me and I could understand how this was possible. How was it that after only thirty seconds in his arms did I feel like I was home.

All too soon he began to pull away. I tried to hold on to him with every bit of strength I had. But when he brushed his lips along my ear lobe and said "Follow me" the breath his words made sent a shiver down my spine and my knees go weak. He said no more, only navigating through the crowd towards a closed door on the far end of the room. The fire from his touch was still burning wildly to my core and my only hope was that the door he was leading me to opened to someplace quiet and private, preferably with a bed. I had this sudden urgent need to feel his skin on mine.

Through the door was a stairwell. Not exactly the most romantic place for a rendezvous, but wasn't this always the perfect place for a quick tryst in all the romance novels I read? But he didn't stop and was beginning to lose my patience. My need to have his arms wrapped around me grew as he led me up the flight of stairs through yet another door. I didn't know how long I was going to be able to wait before I exploded.

And then, I wasn't waiting anymore. He had me pressed against the cool wall on the other side of the door with his mouth on mine. He took me so quickly I let out a gasp in surprise, which quickly turned into a moan as I found myself a willing participant. His kiss made my blood boil.

I had a million thoughts racing through my brain as he kissed me, the first being that I should not be doing this. Not only was he easily fifteen years younger than me, but he was known as the playboy of the group so this was probably a common occurrence in his life, and as a thirty-six year old divorcee, this was the last thing that I needed. However, when his tongue forcefully made its way into my mouth, that thought and all the others seemed totally irrelevant. I found myself forgetting every reason why I should make him stop this exciting attack on my senses and I let the pleasure take over.

A groan escaped from my throat and his kiss became more powerful. I could feel my knees begin to buckle so I reached up and grabbed on to his shirt. The feelings burning through my body didn't even come close to how Jacob had ever made me feel, but at this moment, I didn't care. I needed more. I had to touch him, hold him, feel him. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anybody. So I did the one thing that I knew would show him. I slid my hands down his chest and gently tugged his shirt free from his jeans. I wrapped my arms around his waist, sneaking under his shirt, and rubbing my hands up along the rock hard muscles of his back. That still wasn't enough. I still wanted more.

My hands roamed back around to his six-pack and solidly built chest. His nipples hardened as my hands skimmed over them at the same time he let out a groan of approval. I knew now that there was no turning back. I had him right where I wanted him.

I wrapped my hands back around to his back and pulled him closer to me, squeezing me breasts tight against his chest as he moved his kiss along my jaw line and up to my ear lobe where he gently teased it with his tongue before he whispered, "I want you."

A moan escaped and he pulled away. At first I thought maybe I hadn't responded in a way that told him I wanted the same thing, but then I let my eyes meet his and that's when I saw it, the need burning in his eyes was the same that I was sure shown through mine as well.

His sweet lips made their way back to mine with a fierceness that was quickly matched with my own need. Soon, his tongue was sweeping along my lower lip and I couldn't help but open my mouth and allow his tongue the entry that I craved, and quickly, we were both exploring and tasting each other. That still wasn't enough. I wanted more. I needed more. I again began exploring everywhere on his back and chest that I could reach from under his shirt and he took that as an opportunity to do the same.

Making his way over my shirt, he skimmed my breasts and went straight to the buttons on my shirt and his hands made their way back to by breasts that were now only covered up by the thin lace of my bra. I pushed my chest into his hands letting him know my need for him. He took that as a sign to tease my nipples as he pulled his mouth away from my lips, kissing along my jaw line to the sensitive spot just below my ear, down my neck, to my collar bone, and finally to the swell of my breast. As he kissed there, he slid his thumbs between the lace and my skin, finally making direct contact with my hard peaks.

My moan at his touch was enough to get him to push the material out of the way. "So beautiful" he whispered just before one of his teasing hands was replaced by the flicking of his tongue just before my nipple was sucked deeply into his mouth.

His now free hand found a new job and began exploring their way down my sides to my hip and below to my thigh. He trailed a path to my inner thigh that made me shudder and push myself into him. When he made his way up my inner thigh to my heated center, I felt the vibrations from his moan against my nipple as he realized there was nothing under my skirt slowing him down from where I wanted him to be. Without so much as a pause in his action, he was sliding his hands along my lips before plunging one finger quickly inside me before pulling out just as quickly. I groaned in disapproval before I realized he was just relocating my own juices to the outer areas for more pleasure.

He slid his long fingers up and down my lips, while just barely teasing my clit until I almost couldn't take it anymore. "Please" I pleaded and then he began circling and rubbing my clit until I nearly exploded and when why whispered pleas turned into screaming demands, he plunged first one then two fingers inside me, at first sliding them in and out at a slow pace, but quickly speeding up the rate and intensity, while adding a steady rhythmic pace on my clit until I finally did explode with an orgasm that came in so many waves of pleasure that I felt like my insides were going to melt. "Oh Edward!" I screamed. "That was amazing!"

And that was the only way that I knew to describe how I felt at that moment. Sure I had orgasms before, but nothing so utterly satisfying, but yet still wanting more. If his fingers made me feel this good, what could the other parts of him do when they were inside me?

Edward just held me for a moment, allowing my system to calm down. When I felt my heart rate and breathing slow, I wasted no time going after what I really wanted, so I quickly reached to the button on his jeans.

"Let me." Edward said, pushing my shaking hands out of the way. He freed himself in less time than it took me to take a breath and somehow had managed to retrieve a condom without her seeing where it came from. "Never leave home without one." He said as he ripped it open.

Before I could help him put it on, he had me lifted off the ground and was buried deep inside me and I moaned. He felt so good buried inside me. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and held him tightly to me until I couldn't take it anymore. I began rotating my hips, letting him know that I was tired of waiting, and he began thrusting, slowly at first, and then building up quickly to a pace that had me begging for release. It wasn't long before I felt myself quivering again. I had always heard about the ability to have multiple orgasms, but had never experienced the pure joy in it until this very moment. Most of the time, in order to have one, I had to finish myself once he left.

But not this man. This man had already proved all my theories wrong with two satisfying orgasms, but now a third was rippling through me and I knew that I would leave completely satisfied.

I gave myself into the pleasure and pulled him as tight to me as I could. I didn't want this feeling to ever end, but when he stepped up the pace of his thrusting, I knew it would be over all too soon. With one final growl, and one final thrust, he buried deep inside me with his final release.

"Amazing." He said, repeating the exact thing that I said after my first orgasm. He just held me as we both tried to catch our breath before he withdrew and lowered me to the ground.

As he unsheathed himself and made his necessary clothing adjustments, I did the same when reality hit me. I was a mother. I didn't do this type of thing, especially not with my daughter's crush. So my daughter was only five years old, but the principle was still the same. But at the same time, what better way to have rebound sex than with someone I would never see again. It was at that thought that I made my decision to leave this as it was meant to be, a one night stand. "I have to leave. Thank you for an amazing time." I turned and quickly ran through the door and back to my normal life.