Chapter 3
Love and Success
Our encounter in my Mercedes ended as awkwardly as the first. After he'd ravaged me in the back seat of my car, he simply kissed me on the cheek and told me that he would see me later. At the time, I wasn't sure exactly how much later that would be, but I was praying it wouldn't be too long. Something about this man set me on fire. Something about the intensity of our encounter made every nerve I had stand on end. It was not a feeling I wanted to give up. After catching my breath, I pulled myself together, reassembled my attire and tip-toed out of the back seat and into the front.
I looked into the rear view mirror. My hair was tangled behind my head and my black eyeliner smudged under my eyes. I did the best I could to get the make up off, and unmess my hair, but it was useless. Sighing in frustration, I put my car into reverse and began the drive home. Immediately after the serotonin high had worn off, panic set in.
Just what, exactly, did I think I was doing? There were security cameras all over that parking garage. I'd be lucky as hell if no one saw us, but I doubted that was the case. I had a sickening feeling that I would go into work tomorrow and Jenks would be waiting for me in my office, separation paperwork already filled out and anticipating my signature. My life would crash around my feet all because I couldn't control my hormones. Even if they were tall, handsome, hormones with gorgeous, green eyes -
STOP IT BELLA!
My hands were sweaty as they gripped onto the steering wheel and my knees shook under me as I depressed the gas pedal. Attempting to block him out, I turned the radio to the first station I could find. Rap blared through my stereo as I pulled up to my building and parked in my usual spot. I took a deep breath and checked my reflection in the rear view once more, preparing myself for any encounter that may occur.
After getting out of my car in a hurry, I walked into the building and looked around for any signs of him. There were none. My heart sank a little. I wasn't sure exactly what I was expecting or what I hoped would happen, but the thought of seeing his eyes on mine again set off something inside of me - some kind of feral urge that I had no chance of resisting. As I walked to the elevator and pushed the up button, I glanced around once more to no avail.
The doors opened and I shuffled in, feeling a tad depressed and overwhelmed by the state of things. I was in a pickle, a serious, fucked up pickle. What the hell was I going to do? What would Jenks do if he ever found out about this? I could say, "oh, it's just a one night stand," but it wasn't anymore. Our tryst in the backseat of my Mercedes just ensured it was no longer a one night stand. Do people have two night stands? Or maybe even three night stands?
No, silly! Those are called affairs.
I wanted it to be over - my logical mind was begging for it to be over. But every bone in my body was screaming for more, more, more. My skin crawled at the thought of seeing him, fucking him, again.
"Hold the elevator," came a voice from the lobby. My hand immediately snapped to the doors open button as I looked up, half expecting to see him standing in front of me. My stomach dropped when I realized it was the father of two that lived down the hall from me. I had run into him a few times, and we exchanged passing glances, but our relationship had stopped there. "Oh, Hello," he greeted politely.
I took a few breaths to slow my prematurely anxious heartbeat as a sheepish smile came to my face. I adjusted my gaze to the floor and moved to the wall of the elevator, allowing some room for my neighbor to come in. Memories of being pushed up against this exact railing plagued my thoughts. I imagined running my hands through Edward's thick, silky hair while his face found it's way in between my legs. The way his tongue felt against my skin taunted me. My clit twitched at the thought, and I got so caught up with thinking about my brief encounter that I didn't even notice when the elevator stopped on our floor.
My neighbor exited first, but stopped when he noticed that I didn't move. "This is the right floor... right?" he joked, breaking me from my memories.
"Oh!" I exclaimed, jumping a little. "Yeah. Yeah it is." I exited and quickly walked down the hall to my loft, fumbling with my keys at the door.
"Goodnight," my neighbor whispered.
I smiled at him and walked into the safe retreat of my belongings. I entered through my foyer and threw my jacket and purse down on the chair in my living room. My gaze passed over the space and naturally landed on the couch.
"So you like it rough, huh?"
"Just fuck me."
Visions of Edward taking me in every which way danced in my head. I clamped my eyes shut and tried to shake the memory from my mind, but my efforts were in vain. It only intensifed. Not only was I imagining his hands all over me, I had begun to rub my fingers over my breasts and imitate the feeling. Those fingers ghosted down my body to the moist center between my legs, which was only becoming more and more demanding as the memories continued.
Stop it, Bella! Stop it right now! Enemies, remember? ENEMIES!
I sighed and stomped up the stairs to my bedroom, my safe haven. Nothing had happened there, it was still Edward free.
Even though my nerves were going haywire, my body was simply exhausted. I hadn't slept in over 40 hours, courtesy of Edward Cullen, and now it was catching up to me. I slipped my heels off of my feet and collapsed face first into my bed, neglecting to take off my dress whatsoever. I simply couldn't muster the energy for that.
I fell into a slumber comparable to a coma, unable or unwilling to hear the alarm when it went off the next morning. I didn't stir until Alice's unmistakable ring tone came blaring through my phone. I rolled over and subconsciously answered.
"Hello?" I croaked.
"Where the hell are you?" Alice shrieked.
I sat up and looked at the alarm. Nine thirty.
OH! SHIT!
"I'll be there in a half an hour," I groaned, jumping out of bed and dashing to my bathroom.
"Jenks is here," Alice hissed, obviously covering her mouth with her hand to be secretive. "He's asking for you. I didn't know what to tell him."
Jenks . . . Oh no . . . He must have reviewed the security tapes from last night and saw us in my car. It was going to happen. I was going to get fired. All because of my affair, and I had no way around it. "Ahh.. Crap. Tell him I'm on my way." I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror, slightly shocked by the face staring back at me. My hair looked like the creature from the black lagoon, and the fact that I didn't wash my makeup off last night had caught up to me. I now had a eyeliner and mascara face mask.
"Hurry," Alice concluded before she hung up the phone. I literally took the fastest shower in the world and cleaned myself as best as I could in such a short amount of time. Now came the true dilemma. What to wear today? I grabbed a dark blue, long sleeved dress and the knee high boots that I had discarded yesterday. Rather than blow drying my hair, I pulled it back into a tight bun and grabbed my purse and jacket, ushering out the door as fast as my legs would carry me.
I was there at ten o clock on the dot and sauntered down the hallway to my office, eyeing Alice at her window.
"He's in there, waiting for you," she whispered, continuing to type away at her computer. I took a deep breath and turned for my door, cringing as I twisted the handle and walked in. I knew this would happen eventually and I needed to be prepared for whatever he threw my way. I'd made my own bed, I suppose, so now I'd have to sleep in it.
"Good morning, Bella," he greeted in a cheerful tone from behind my desk. He was standing at the window, looking into enemy territory with his hands folded behind his back. He turned to face me, a gentle smile creasing his face, and took a few steps forward.
I took a hesitant step to counter him and peeked at the window. Edward was already there, seated at his desk and typing away at his computer. I gulped and forced a smile at my boss. "Good morning, Mr. Jenks." I sighed, trying to hold back the panic in my voice. "I apologize for keeping you waiting. I'm feeling a bit under the weather."
"It's quite alright, Bella. I'm not here to lecture you on the hours you keep, though I hear you've been leaving close to ten every night since first quarter," Jenks explained. "It's no surprise that you're dead tired." He smiled warmly and closed the distance between us.
"Is there something I can do for you, sir?" I asked as I stood awkwardly still. I was afraid that any movement I made would give me away, if I wasn't already caught red handed.
"I've stopped by to schedule lunch with you in two weeks. I know I could have set it up with Alice, but I wanted to make you personally aware of the situation." He paused to scratch his balding head complatively . "I've been confronted with a dilemma, and, although your opinion matters greatly, I want to fully think things through before I continue in either direction. I'm going away, so you'll be completely in charge, though my presence has never made a difference. You're completely in charge whether I'm in the country or not." He grinned and put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Tough times are ahead of us, my dear. I hope you're prepared for it. You know Cullen only missed us by two percent last quarter. Let's try to increase that gap, huh?" With that, he walked past me and to my door, pausing to say one more thing before he left. "I'll set that meeting up with Alice. You take care of yourself until then." With that, he left me alone to my thoughts.
I closed my eyes and heaved a deep sigh of relief. Jenks had not found out about Edward and I. But he did come to me about a dilemma?
What in the world could that mean?
I shook my head indifferently, refusing to think about it until Jenks brought it up again. Whatever was plaguing his mind had no place in mine until he deemed it so. Since he had neglected to inform me about the exact details of the situation, I decided I didn't need to know. If that was the case, I should focus on what he did tell me. Let's try to increase that gap, huh? My work was all I needed to focus on.
When I finally opened my eyes again, my attention was immediately directed to Edward's window. He had swung his chair around to face me and was squeezing a stress ball. I smiled at him, rolled my eyes and walked over to my desk, throwing my purse on top of it to pulled out my chair. I grabbed my binoculars and looked behind me once more. The smart ass held up a sign that read "You're Late." I gave him the finger and turned back to my computer, sitting down to begin my mindless, droning day of work.
A few seconds later, my direct line rang. "Isabella Swan?" I answered.
"Well, that was uncalled for," said the sweet tone.
I sighed, trying to conceal the gentle smile that came to my face at the sound of his sweet, satin voice. "Mr. Cullen, you should know better than to call me during office hours."
"I was worried about you. That conversation looked intense," he teased.
"Quite the opposite, actually. Very informational." I countered, swinging around to look at him again. "You didn't come to me last night."
"Oh no. I did, several times," he joked, obviously spinning my words to add a sexual undertone that I did not suggest.
I snorted a laugh and then met his gaze. "Good to know. Will there be anything else?"
"Not at the moment," he nodded his head toward me and then hung up his receiver. I followed suit, then crossed my arms in frustration. My boss had just told me to get to work, increase the gap between the productivity of my Dyco Tech and Cullen Inc. Yet, I couldn't stop wishing that Edward would throw caution to the wind, storm into my office and take me right here and now, possibly on the desk or my leather couch or against the door or against the -
DAMN IT, BELLA! GET TO WORK!
I concluded then and there that these daydreams needed to end, along with my obsession for Edward Cullen. He was untouchable, the forbidden fruit, and as delicious as it may be to bite into him, I couldn't bear the bitter after-taste any longer. It left me reeling for more, and that simply could not nor would not be allowed.
I struggled to make it through the day. Each hour dragged on like an eternity, and I found myself tempted to swing my legs around and stare at him every twenty minutes. I forced myself to continue pecking away at my work until Alice called me for my lunch meeting at noon. "You've got forty five minutes to make it down to Wall Street. You're meeting with Alan Anderson," she explained. "Your driver is waiting."
"Thank you, Alice," I answered as I hung up the phone and grabbed my jacket. I turned off my monitor and headed for my door, sneaking a peek at the enemy before leaving. He wasn't in his office, so I assumed that he must have already left for lunch. I allowed a tiny frown to come to my face before I puttered out of my office and down the hallway to the elevator. Once in the lobby, I walked through the revolving glass doors and climbed into the back of the limo that was waiting for me.
An hour later, I found myself the only woman at a table full of wall street scum bags. They talked quickly and in a language all their own. If it wasn't for the specialized training Jenks had given me, I wouldn't be able to keep up.
"Wall Street folk are just like dogs. If you're found as a stray, they'll eat you alive. But once you're part of the pack, they'll never deal with anyone else," Jenks had once explained and he was absolutely right.
Mr. Anderson had proved to be one of my most influential clients. Because Dyco Tech was now "part of the pack," he and his buddies would only deal with me. In fact, he'd brought more companies with him than any other client I'd ever worked with. He was responsible for most of our annual income, and, because of this, I had to kiss his ass. This man paid my salary and then some. I was obligated to do it, but that doesn't mean I liked it.
He was a chauvinist, often making obscene jokes about women in front of me. "What do you call a Blond's pig-tails ... Handle bars," he opened with this afternoon.
Really?
That's the conversation we're going to have over lunch? He didn't see me as a woman, and so it was allowed in this particular situation, but it was degrading nonetheless. I anxiously wanted to finish my Caesar salad, say goodbye and head back to my office. At least then I would be able to stare at something gorgeous, even if I couldn't touch it.
Just as that thought crossed my mind, I heard a familiar voice echoing from the back of the restaurant.
"Will, if you want to take your business elsewhere, I'll certainly understand. But please consider the benefits of staying with Cullen Inc," the velvet voice pleaded. I turned my head behind me and saw my bronze headed temptation sitting at a table a few feet back. With him was a blond male client who was looking very disgruntled with the sales figures placed in front of him. I quickly turned back toward the table and wiped my mouth on my napkin, contemplating the situation I had found myself in. Cullen was losing a client, one that would probably be calling me in a few hours to arrange a meeting.
"Edward, I just need to think about it, decide which direction is the best way to go. I just don't know if I can trust my money with you. Now, Carlisle was a different story," the attractive man sitting across from Edward said in a thick British accent, putting his hands up in protest. I had never thought about it like that before. I assumed most people thought him to be rather successful, like his father. Instead, it appeared people were jumping ship quickly. I had to assumed it was because some people would perceive him as inexperienced. "Thank you for the meal," his client retorted, grabbing his to go box and rising to walk past my table for the exit.
I leaned closer to the table and put my hands over my face to hide as Edward turned to watch the man leave. My hiding was pointless, Edward's eyes met with mine instantly, as if the two pairs were attracted to each other like magnets. He furrowed his eyebrows for a brief second and then turned back to his table, collecting his things and rising to follow his client out. I avoided his glance as he stormed through the exit door and into his limo waiting out front.
We finished our meal soon after that, and I offered to pay the bill on the company expense account when the time came. I was in my limo and back to my office as quickly as humanly possible. I had to see what Edward was doing now that he was feeling the pressure of losing a big account. I hopped out of the car before the driver had stopped fully and raced into the lobby, pressing the up button by the elevator as quickly as I could. I was able to catch one before it closed all the way, prying myself in between the doors as they were shutting. I anxiously waited for the minute and a half ride, and once the doors opened on my floor, I dashed down the hallway and into my office.
In my frenzy, I was able to catch a glimpse of Alice out of the corner of my eye, who immediately threw her hands up in the air and followed right behind me. I flew to my desk and reached for the binoculars before whipping around and looking into his office.
He was pacing, throwing his hands in the air and yelling at a blond man standing in the background. Upon closer inspection, I realized the blond man was Carlisle. Something big had happened. The man who left at the restaurant was of huge importance, enough to drag down the former CEO, and now retired owner. I wondered what this could mean for their company.
"Whats going on?" Alice gasped as she raced behind me to the other side of my desk.
"He just lost a big account. I heard it happen. He's furious," I explained as I looked back at her. By the time I regained focus on my mission, the over cast had faded, allowing brilliant rays of light to break through. Edward turned to face me, meeting my gaze for a split second before he slowly disappeared and I found myself staring at my own building's reflection. "No! NO! Shit!" I yelled as I threw the binoculars back on my desk in frustration. "Bloody sunlight."
"Oh, That's right. Curse the sunlight!" Alice chastised. "May I remind you that you could get fired for this. You said so yourself. Now, stop spying on him, and get back to work. You said he lost a big client? Then find out who it was and call him before he calls you. You know that's the next step." Alice leaned over my desk, with her hands firmly planted on either side of my giant calender, a death stare on her face.
Suddenly, my phone rang. "Ah! Look at that. It's probably the big account now." Alice smirked as she leaned over and picked up the receiver. "Isabella Swan's office."
"This is Anita from Mr. William Dean's office calling. He would like to set up an appointment with Isabella Swan, the Chief Executive Officer for Dyco Technologies. I was transferred to this extension," the chirpy voice on the other end greeted.
"Mr. William Dean? Sure, I'd be happy to arrange that for you." Alice put her on hold and then hung up the receiver, shooting me a wink and retreating from my office.
I shook my head in utter confusion. Here I was, practically dying until the next time I could fuck him, and I was secretly setting up appointments with his clients. I couldn't allow this to continue. I had to stop it before my feelings began to get in the way of what I set out to do. I would dominate this industry, and I would get rich doing it. Edward must become another rail in that ladder, or I threatened losing it all. I closed my eyes, heaved a deep sigh of frustration and got to work, writing presentation after presentation and throwing myself completely into any distraction I could think of.
Alice came in around six to say goodbye. "So, did you do what I told you?" She smiled and sat on the edge of my desk.
"I haven't looked at him since I got back from lunch," I sneered as I bustled some papers around, looking for a specific report.
"Really?" Alice gripped at her coffee mug as she looked up to his office. "He's staring at you again."
I gasped and whipped around to look at him. What I saw there practically make my stomach churn. "Oh my," I stuttered. A horrible grimace smeared across his once gentle features. "Leering is more like it," I corrected, slowly turning back to my desk.
"Oh, come on. He had to know that this would happen sooner or later. If only you hadn't slept with him, this would make you so much happier."
"Shhh!" I hissed. "Keep that down. I don't need the whole building knowing."
"Are you going to see him again tonight?"
I looked at her and then back at him. He continued to curse me with his eyes. "It doesn't appear so."
"Well, whatever you do, be careful and have fun." Alice giggled, poking me in the ribs before prancing out my door. I shook my head and slowly looked back at him once more. He was already on the phone. My receiver chirped three times before I gained the courage to answer it.
"Hello?" I cringed.
"You haven't looked at me all day," Edward sighed.
"I seem to remember a conversation about my stopping all of that," I teased, hoping to lighten his mood.
"Forget it."
His tone surprised me. He was blunt, somehow forceful. "Why?"
"I like the way it feels when you look at me."
"Mr. Cullen, I think we need to end-"
Before I could continue, Edward interrupted me. "Bella, can I," he paused, deciding what to say next. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"What do you want out of life?" There was a pain to his voice, something that had probably been there the whole conversation, but I was just now picking up on.
Without even thinking about it, I lied and gave my usual response. "Happiness." To be completely honest, the true answer was tie between success and love. I could never really pin point which one I wanted more, so I decided on happiness, figuring that either route would bring me there. But now that I think about it, I already was beginning to taste the early fruits of success, so I suppose the correct answer was love.
I'd never been in love. Sure, I'd had a few flings in college, Caleb Knox being one of them. But I listen to Alice talk about Jasper. She describes a kind of mind blowing connection, where she feels like their bodies were totally in sync with one another. I'd never experienced anything like that, until two nights ago. But I wouldn't go so far as to say I was falling in love with Edward Cullen. Lust, certainly. My body ached for him, fluttered for him, but my heart remained guarded. I watched my mom fall apart after my dad split when I was seven. I couldn't make it through anything like that. I decided, when I was very young, to never let myself get that close to anyone. That way, no one would ever break my heart. It's childish, I'm well aware. But it's one of the reasons I'm where I am today. Successful, if not always happy and not always loved.
"You're lying," Edward snorted, breaking out in a laugh towards the end. "Happiness? Nobody in New York is happy. It's impossible. Move to LA, life goal accomplished."
"Well what do you want out of your life Mr. Smart Ass?" I tested, crossing my legs and placing my free hand in my lap.
"I don't know, and apparently that is a problem." Edward sighed and then ran his hand over his forehead. I was unsure of what to say, and so we sat in silence for a few seconds. "Can I ask you something else?"
"You just did," I teased.
He snickered and then cleared his throat, standing to walk closer to the window. "I have been having an internal debate. I require your assistance."
"Oh really? What can I help you with now?"
"What exactly are you wearing under that dress? Is it lace, cotton... nothing?"
I felt my heart skip a beat as the words left his lips. "Guess." I smiled devilishly and crossed my legs in the other direction, allowing just a teasing glance between them.
"We could be here for hours. Perhaps I'll just come check." With that, he hung up the receiver, grabbed his jacket and left his office. I shook as I turned off my monitor and raced down the hallway to the elevator. The doors swung open in a heartbeat, and I was instantly thankful to whomever had last taken the elevator back up here. I didn't have to wait for anyone. I jumped in, pushed the button for the lobby, and wrapped my hands behind my neck. I paced back and forth, back and forth. Where would this encounter lead me? My car? An alley? His office? My brain reeled at the possibilities, each one thrilling me more than the previous.
To my dismay, there was no bronze haired god awaiting me in the lobby. Nor was there anyone at my car. I pursed my lips in confusion as I climbed into the drivers seat and hastily put the car into reverse. Peeling wheels out of the parking garage, I drove back to my complex and, again, attempted to block any thought of him, just in case he was teasing me. It was a futile effort. He consumed me, engulfed me. I was already under his spell.
A few minutes later, I arrived in my parking spot and raced into my building. Nothing. What in the hell was going on? Why was he fucking with me like this? I was so furious. Why would he talk about my underwear if he wasn't planning on investigating them?
I walked to the elevator in disappointment and rode the thirty second ride to my floor. When the doors opened, I walked down the hall and rounded the corner, immediately spotting a familiar figure waiting patiently outside of my loft. Smiling, I sauntered down the hallway and pulled my keys out of my purse, finding the right one and palming the rest in my hand. He stood facing me, directly in front of the door, a seductive smile etched across his face.
"Good evening, Mr. Cullen," I teased, taking a step towards him and pressing his body against the door. I reached in between his arm and body to put the key in the lock, turning it and pushing the wood open behind him.
He leaned down and pressed his lips close to my ear as his hands ran down my spine, resolving on the back of my thighs. "I'm betting they're lace," he whispered as he lifted me up. Giggling, I wrapped my legs around his waist and threw my arms over his shoulders, leaning down to kiss him passionately.
He turned for my loft and carried me in, all the while his lips never leaving mine. I shut the door behind us just in time for him to plop me down the edge of my dining room table, pushing a few chairs out of his way to do so. He pulled back and took off his jacket, throwing it over the kitchen counter. As I went to unzip my boot, a warm hand wrapped around my wrist to stop me.
"Leave those on," he demanded, reaching behind my head to pull the pins from my hair. It fell in soft ringlets around my shoulders. I looked up to meet his gaze which, at the moment, was fucking me from head to toe. He leaned in to kiss me once again, his hands trailing down my neck, over my shoulders and arm to finally rest at the hem of my dress. Those talented fingers crept underneath the fabric and swept up my thighs in what can only be described as a painfully slow manner. I wanted him to have me already, and the fact that he was drawing this out was only making me more anxious.
His hands found their way to my pink laced panties, tied on either side by a little ribbon. A crooked grin came to his face when he felt the linen. "I was right." He leaned in to kiss me on the neck and down to my collar bone, making my heart flutter in response. He slowly pulled my underwear down to my knees and over my boots, pushing them to the floor.
"How'd you know?" I whimpered.
"Lucky guess," he answered as he nibbled on the tender skin by my ear. My hands found their way over his shoulders to fumble through his hair. I gasped for air, and with that came the sweetest smell of his shampoo. I reached for the buttons on his pants, trying to speed the process, but he stopped me, ripped my knees apart and pushed me back on the table. He climbed on top of me, grinding his clothed pelvis into my bare skin. My breathing quickened, my palms grew sweaty and shaky, I couldn't calm myself down.
He brought his two fingers to my mouth and pushed them in between my lips. I sucked on them, nibbled at the end a little bit before he smiled and slid his hand down my body to the moist spot below my belly. He playfully circled my clit a few times before plunging into me. I arched up and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, bringing my head next to his ear.
Sweet fucking release. God, it felt good to be near him again, to have him ravishing my body with all his energy. And the way he looked at me - God, it made me feel so damned sexy. A moan fell from my lips just as he curled his fingers up and massaged my G-Spot with a fury. He seemed to know my body, know what I'd like, without me even telling him.
The ever-growing bulge in his pants rubbed against the inside of my leg and I knew it was aching for some attention as well, each twitch of the muscle provoking some desperate desire inside of me. I brought my hand between us and violently ripped the button off of his pants. It flew across the room and hit the wall, falling to the floor and rolling for a short distance.
"Oh shit, sorry!" I joked with a small giggle.
"Don't worry about it," he replied, shooting me a little wink followed by a gentle laugh. I fumbled for the zipper, ached to pull his pants down, but just as I was going for his boxers, he pulled my wrist away. "Wait," he demanded.
"For what?" I stammered, growing more impatient by the second.
A smile for a response and he lowered himself off of me to the floor. Just as I was about to question what he was planning to do, he pulled at the top of my thighs and brought my waist closer to the edge of the table. He unbuttoned his shirt, slid it down his shoulders and flung it over his jacket on my counter. His fingers returned to their place inside of me as Edward propped my boots onto either of his shoulders.
Then, his face disappeared between my legs. His tongue circled my sensitive skin as my hips arched into him. His fingers dove deeper into me and he sucked harder at my skin, driving me crazy. My hands balled into fists in my hair as my eyes rolled back into my head. I was blinded, unable to believe that any of this could be real.
"Come on my tongue, Bella," he whispered.
WHAT THE FUCK?
Oh . . . well if that isn't the hottest fucking thing anyone's ever said to me.
And he didn't wait for a response. He sucked and nibbled and licked at my clit, like he was consumed with my taste, my smell. The sheer overwhelming passion of it all forced my hips off of the table, steadying the majority of my weight on my heels digging into his shoulders. He worked harder and faster, plunging his fingers in and out of me at a mindblowing rate. Before I knew it, my muscles tightened around him and my hands found their way to his bronze locks. My pupils dilated, my breathing hitched and screams threatened to bust out of my mouth any second - I was biting my bottom lip to keep them at bay. Seeing him and feeling him like this made me climax harder than I ever had before - ever. This was even more intense that the romp last night. I tensed for a few minutes, allowing ecstasy to crash over me like a rip current, violently pulling me under his control.
He kissed a tiny trail up my clothed stomach, over the mounds of my breasts where my chest heaved desperately for air. My heart pounded against my rib cage while my eyes took in the green depths of his moving closer to me.
With that, he kissed me passionately and pulled off of me again, yanking me off of the table and flipping me over. He yanked my dress midway up my back and pushed me face first onto the wooden tabletop. I gripped at the table cloth, while I heard his boxers slide to the ground and then the distinct sound of paper being torn in half.
I smiled in anticipation, anxious for his entry. He leaned over me once more, putting one hand delicately on my hip and the other on my shoulder by my neck. He brought his lips to my ear and teased me one last time. "I've been dreaming about this all day." I felt his hands jerk me back and, suddenly, he was inside of me, fulfilling me completely. He wasn't easing into anything tonight. The force of his thick shaft produced an excited yelp from the depths of my throat.
He pounded into me, forcing my arms to sprawl across the table to maintain balance. The middle of my thighs slammed into the rough wooden edge. I was sure there would be bruises in the morning, and that turned me on even more. Good sex should always leave a mark.
Edward pulled on my shoulder to arch me into him even more. He angled his hips down and hit my spot, which was even more sensitive after my recent climax. I moaned and rocked harder against him. He leaned into my ear once more, teasing me again. "When I saw you in that fucking restaurant , it took all I had to just walk by you." He plunged harder and harder, bringing me close to climax once more. Just as I was about to get there, he slowed the pace and whispered, "I wanted to pull you into that bathroom, show you just what those boots do to me."
"Edward . . . Please . . ." I whimpered, losing all sense of reality. My vision was about to go white again.
Edward brought his hand around my waist and fingered my clit a few more times before quickening his pace and biting into my shoulder. I screamed with the mix of pain and pleasure. A few more thrusts and Edwards arms tightened around me. We had both been violently thrown over the edge.
I collapsed onto the table, and somehow found the strength to support his weight on top of mine. He slowly kissed a trail down my back before pulling off of me completely, disposing of the condom and rezipping his pants. I stood, adjusted my dress and stumbled to find my balance.
"You are quite the experience, Isabella Swan," Edward chirped as he leaned down to kiss me once more on the neck. His breath trailed down my goose-pimpled skin and I shivered. My nerves were still going beserk.
"I could say the same about you, Edward Cullen," I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck. "So what now?"
"Well, I was preparing to be kicked out again," Edward joked, his hands navigating a path through my tangled hair. He brushed it a few times before he sighed, shaking his head at a silent thought.
"What? What was that look?" I asked, hoping for any information about this man. I really knew nothing about him, and, yet, I found him so interesting. I felt like I couldn't know enough about him. I wanted him to tell me his whole life, everything he had ever experienced, everyone he had experienced. But that would be too much. I knew I couldn't get that involved, that I never would. It would only end badly - and for that, I could literally kick my own ass.
"It's just," he started before laughing and bowing his head. "I've never felt anything so perfect, and yet, so completely fucked up beyond reason."
I smiled, confused if he meant me or our relationship thus far. The same could be said of either. "Do you want to see the rest of my loft?"
"Perhaps some other time. I've got a few things to tighten up before tomorrow." He kissed the top of my hand and left.
I stood in my kitchen for some time before deciding to move to my bedroom.
What was really happening to me? What the fuck had I gotten myself into?
I walked toward the stairs, but stepped on something hard and round. I bent down to see what it was, noticing I had tread on the button from Edward's pants. I smiled, picked up the little piece of plastic, and walked to my room, hiding the memento in my nightstand.