A/N:

Wow. You guys constantly amaze me, thank you so much for the reviews, alerts and favorites *bows down to you all*

Okay, I'm fail at replying to reviews lately which is so unlike me, but I WILL answer them all, just give me some time! There were a few main questions that I got in reviews which I'll answer here:

Question 1:

Do you have a writing schedule?

Answer 1:

Nope. I write when I can which unfortunately isn't a lot lately. I have three kids (ages 6, 3 and 2) and it's summer so they're all home all the time. I also have a husband, so essentially, I have 4 kids to baby and coddle all day :-P I used to be able to update at least once a week. I miss those days *sad face*

Question 2:

What on Earth does "UNF" mean?

Answer 2: UNF is something you say when something/someone is so sexy, there are no adequate words to describe it. All you can do is drool and say "UNF." The Urban Dictionary also says it stands for "Universal Noises of Fucking"

Question 3:

Will this story be angsty?

Answer 3:

I suck at angst. I just can't do it. If you've read my one shot This Summer... that's about as angsty as I can get, which isn't very angsty at all :-/ I do have some drama planned, though.

Question 4:

How long will this story be?

Answer 4:

I don't plan on it being long. Maybe 15 chapters or so. No need to draw it out, ya know?

Now on to other business... if slash is your thing, I have a new Jasper/Edward one-shot for the Slash Backslash 2 Contest. It's my first butt secks :-) Check it out and be sure to vote when you're done!

Shutting up now.

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"Are you ready to scream my name, Miss Swan?"

His lips are smooth and urgent as they press against my throat and he lifts my other leg to wrap around his hips. "Yes."

I sigh as he enters me and close my eyes, gasping for breath as he begins sliding in and out in a hasty rhythm.

I hold on to his shoulders and thrust my hips against his, my clit being grazed with each stroke, heightening every move we make, electrifying my skin.

"Fuck, yes."

His pace increases and I open my eyes to see a reflection of us in the mirrored wall, close to orgasm as I watch his length surge into me repeatedly. I bring my fingers to his back and moan when I feel the muscles flex beneath my fingers, tightening and straining under his skin as I watch his body on the shiny surface.

"I knew you'd like to watch."

He gently nips my neck before turning his head to watch with me, eyes hooded as we both pant and moan with every frantic thrust. Uncurling my leg from around his hips, he lifts it to his shoulder and mercilessly plunges into me.

I can see everything with this new angle, every corded muscle, every bead of sweat, the slickness that he's covered in when he pulls out of me.

"Oh, fuck. Jasper..."

My eyes roll to the back of my head as he wildly thrusts, my damp back squeaking against the slick glass behind me as the air grows thick and stifling in the small space.

His hand is holding my leg and the other is gripping my hip tightly, fingers digging into my skin as his hips pump relentlessly.

He moves impossibly closer, his pelvis sliding against my clit, increasing the rush, enflaming my body as I struggle for air—needing to feel more as I thrust against him desperately.

"Jasper!"

My body is heated, I'm flushed and gasping as my orgasm takes me by surprise, urgent, electric pressure snapping free in an overwhelmingly blazing current as I choke back the scream threatening to escape. His fingers clamp tighter as he releases inside of me, throbbing and pulsing as he whispers my name.

His forehead presses against mine as we both struggle to catch our breath.

"You never cease to amaze me, Miss Swan."

"Ditto."

He chuckles as he lets my legs down and I realize where we are.

"Oh crap!"

"Don't worry, I took care of it. I pressed the stop button quite a while ago—you didn't feel it?"

I bite my lip and smirk at him. "I guess I was a little preoccupied.

He reaches forward and rolls one of my nipples between his fingers, making me moan loudly.

"You're an insatiable little thing, aren't you?"

"Pfft, speak for yourself."

He moves closer, grinding his hips into mine and I feel him hardening as he presses into my leg.

"I want you again, Bella."

I grab his ass and pull him closer. "Well, have me again."

"I wish I could but we need to get to the office before anyone grows suspicious of our whereabouts."

I sigh as he backs away and hands me my shirt. "I don't even remember taking off my clothes."

He smiles at me, all dimply and gorgeous. "Me either, Miss Swan."

Once we're halfway presentable, the elevator starts moving again.

"I'll get off on the next floor and switch so no one will suspect we were... fraternizing," more dimples, "in this elevator. I'll meet you in my office."

"Yes, Mr. Whitlock."

He groans and readjusts himself in his pants before kissing me long and hard. The elevator dings and he moves toward the doors.

"See ya, Miss Swan."

"Bye."

There goes that stupid, breathy porn voice again.

He smirks and straightens his tie as the doors close and I want to slide that silk from around his neck and tie him up with it.

As the elevator lifts to the top floor, I rush to slide my feet back into my shoes. My hands are shaky as I finger comb my hair and put it in a bun at the nape of my neck. My poon is more than satisfied and I smile when I realize that Jasper has stolen my panties.

Oh yeah. Life is good.

Who the hell knew that uptight Mr. Whitlock would turn out to be such an insatiable, horny man? And the peen? Oh, fuck. It's perfect. Long, thick, straight. It's honestly the most gorgeous cock in the history of cocks, and I watch a shitload of porn, so I should know. I think he should just whip it out and keep it on display as he goes about his daily business. If that doesn't get company morale up, nothing will.

And the way he moves, the way his hips dip and rotate and just fucking... plows into me is mind-numbing. Every move he makes is perfectly orchestrated to bring my body to life, death and back again. Over and over.

The things he says, the naughty words he whispers when he's about to come, those last few merciless thrusts as he releases inside of me. Guh.

I really hope I'll be able to get me some more of that today. Maybe on my lunch break. Who needs food when you have Jasper Whitlock's peen?

The elevator dings and I wait for the doors to open before stepping off and walking to the restroom. Jasper shouldn't be in his office yet unless he has super, vampire speed, so I don't need to worry about him getting to the office first. I really need to clean my nether regions because bodily fluids are starting to drip down my thighs and it's not hot.

I peek around the corner to discreetly look around and make sure no one has noticed how thoroughly fucked I look. I hope like hell no one notices.

Tanya glances up from whatever bitch shit she's doing and gets a glint in her eye when she takes in my disheveled look.

Fuck.

The office gossip, the one person I didn't want to notice me, notices me.

She smirks.

Double fuck.

The phone rings, forcing her to look away so she can answer the call and take notes or whatever stupid shit she does. I take advantage of my luck by haul assing it to the restroom, heels clicking with cartoonish haste against the floor.

I reach my destination and speed walk to the very last stall because I love the extra spacey-ness. Sometimes I feel bad for taking the stall that a handicapped person could be using. Other times, like now, I couldn't care less because Tanya is on my heel and I'm sure her nosey ass is gonna come poking around for me any minute now.

I hear the door creak open and quickly step up onto the toilet to hide my feet from prying eyes. Dramatic? Yes. Necessary? Fuck, yes. The bitch is ruthless when she wants to be, and I'll bet money that Tanya's the one who opened that door with her snooping ass.

"Come here. Hurry up."

I strain my ears as I hear whispers, shuffling feet and the door squeaking shut.

"Have you seen Bella?" Bingo. Tanya couldn't whisper and be discreet to save her life. "Oh, my God, she looks like she's been fucked half way around the world."

"And I thought she was a prude. Who do you think it is?"

Fucking Jessica, wingman and ass-kisser extraordinaire.

"Royce. King."

"The creepy janitor? No!"

"Yes! He had a pair of underwear hanging from his 'work station' this morning and then Bella just so happens to show up looking like she's been gangbanged by Hell's Angels? They're totally fucking."

"What kind of panties were they?"

"White granny panties!"

They giggle.

Lying bitch.

Goddamn Jasper. He forgot to find my freakin' underwear yesterday and now everyone in the office is gonna think I wear B.A.D's.

The door opens and closes but I wait a few more minutes before coming out to make sure I'm really alone. I would be mortified if I was caught snooping.

A few steps out of the bathroom and I flinch when I see the Whitlock scowl aimed at me as Jasper stalks over.

What the fuck?

"Miss Swan, may I inquire as to why I was kept anticipative of your arrival for ten-point-nine minutes? Inexcusable. My office. Immediately."

He turns and takes long, angry strides toward his office.

Again. What the fuck?

Is he serious? He just got some elevator lovin' and now he's back to treating me like everyone else?

He said he wanted more, that he wanted to be with me. And now this? Now it's bitter beer face and stomping and big words and co-workers shooting sympathy glances as they whisper about my getting in trouble.

I hold my head high as I walk behind him and put on a confident façade despite the fact that I'm pissed and hurt and embarrassed.

I'm just like everyone else to him.

Once we're in his office, he's all smiles, trying to grab me but I pull away.

"What the hell was that, Jasper?"

He looks confused. "What was what?"

"Out there." I wave my hands toward the door. "What the hell?"

"Well, what did you presume would happen?"

"I presumed that you wouldn't be an asshole to me right after we had sex!"

"Isabella, I apologize, but what am I supposed to do? No one can know about us."

"Is there even an 'us'?"

He scoffs. "Of course. But we cannot... we have to be careful."

He moves closer to me and pushes his hips against mine, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I have never had a relationship, Isabella. You must cut me some slack... I'm sorry."

I look up at his face and melt.

"Are you pouting?" I try to keep my face scornful but end up giggling at his extreme cuteness.

"Maybe..."

I kiss his lips chastely one, two, three times and lift my hands to bury them in his silky hair. He's my new addiction. "I like it."

"Mmm... then yes, I believe I am pouting."

The backs of my knees bump against a leather chair in the corner of the office and his lips press into mine as he continues forward, forcing me to sit.

He kneels in front of me and slowly spreads my legs with his palms while keeping his smoldering eyes on mine.

"Miss Swan." He licks his lips. "Are you aware that there is a certain spot inside of here," he leisurely pushes the tip of his finger inside of me and I gasp. "That, when touched just the right way, can make you come in less than—"

"Mr. Whitlock, I'm sorry to interrupt, sir. Mr. Volturi is on line one and Ms. Briana Volturi is on line two."

Jasper's head drops in defeat and I think he growls... which, if I were wearing any panties, would have made them burst into flames right then and there.

He kisses me as he rises, promising, "Later," with a smirk and a wink.

I'm really hating the Volturis right now.

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A/N:

B.A.D's - Big Ass Draws.

For those who don't know what draws are, it's a slang word for underwear. :-)

This and future chapters would not have been possible if it weren't for the awesomeness that is TKegl. Now, I know some of you are strict J/B fans (I am too) but seriously, her Edward's are UNF. All of them. Read all of her stories immediately.

Can I take a minute to brag about coachlady1, who continues to be kickass and funny as fuck? 'Cause she's pretty damn fantastic. And she's all mine *sticks tongue out at you.*

Until next time! Smooches! ^_^