I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR ITS CHARACTERS

RATED M FOR LANGUAGE AND LEMONS

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EPOV

Stepping out of the bathroom as I wrapped a towel around my waist, I took a second look around the bedroom, making sure that everything was set.

Candles…check.

Silk and satin fabrics…check.

Blindfold...just in case the eye contact would be too much for her…check.

Pillows…check.

Robe…check.

Perfect, I thought as I walked to the dresser and pulled a pair of boxer briefs from the top drawer. Glancing at the digital clock on the glass nightstand, I noted the time. Twenty minutes to ten. I frowned and shook my head as I admitted to myself that I was a little nervous, anxious even. It wasn't often that I invited clients to my townhouse for a session. In fact, I had only done it once or twice, and decided after becoming the target of some very, very scary female stalkers, that it probably wasn't the best place to bring them for a lesson. Luckily, both women were arrested and fortunately, I hadn't seen either of them since.

Thinking back to yesterday's meeting with Bella, though, I felt comfortable enough to conduct our sessions here. Hell, she was so timid and shy, she seemed harmless enough. Although, with the first lesson, her being a virgin, I expected that today's meeting might be a little awkward. Most of my clients had no trouble getting to know their own body, so-to-speak, right in front of me, considering many of them had done it quite often… and not just during my sessions with them. It amazed me sometimes what a lonely housewife or a vengeful girlfriend would resort to. Dumbing-down on their sexual knowledge just to win the approval of the hot doctor, in order to make themselves feel worthy of a man's attention just seemed a little overboard. Pathetic, really. These women were beautiful, independent, intelligent, and dare I say, creative with their sexual fantasies. It puzzled me to no end why they suddenly felt so insecure.

Shaking off the thoughts, I went into the kitchen to pour me a glass of juice. Just as I pulled the carton of orange-juice from the fridge, the doorbell rang. I grimaced, wondering who the hell it could be, and what I was going to say to get them to leave as soon as possible. Placing the carton back in the fridge, I trudged across the kitchen until I reached the door. Looking through the peephole, I smiled, surprised to find Bella standing on the other side. A heat rush ran a swift course through my veins as I looked her over.

She was stunning, casually dressed in a black, V-neck tee that tied at the side, and clung ever so tightly to her breasts, coupled with a double-ruffled, tiered white skirt that gave new meaning to the word mini. Her make-up was a little heavier than it was yesterday, but not so much that it cheapened her looks. Her dark brown curls fell loosely across her shoulders, accenting her soft features and the gentle roundness of her face. Her hazel eyes were captivating; almost stealing my breath as they unknowingly met my gaze through the peephole. Damn, if she looked this good with clothes on, I could only imagine what she looked like naked. With any luck, if all went according to plan, I would be allowed the privilege of finding out within the next hour.

Biting back a curse, I closed my eyes and waited for the dizziness to go away as all the blood from my brain was obviously heading south. Feeling comfortable enough, I swung the door open and smiled.

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BPOV

If Adonis was indeed real, then he was standing right in front of me. Leaning casually against the door, wearing nothing more than a confident grin and a very, very snug pair of boxer briefs, Dr. Cullen's half-naked body left me breathless.

I felt silly, standing there with my mouth wide open, silently willing my gaze to linger above the waistband. But of course, my eyes chose to rebel and took a quick peek. Traitors. Needless to say, there was little to be left to the imagination. Little? A smile teased at the corner of my mouth, as there was nothing little about what was hiding behind door number two. As I was leaving his office yesterday, I had to admit that I did, only for a brief moment, wonder what was beneath that crisp white shirt and those ass hugging slacks. Well, now I know.

Swallowing hard, I reminded myself to be careful what I wished for. Damn. Even now my fingers itched to glide across the broad expanse of his chest, wrap around his biceps and...Gah! How ridiculous I must have looked, acting as if I had never seen a man in his underwear before. Well, I had, but my father and the men in those sexy underwear ads didn't count. Come to think of it, I hadn't even seen Jake without his shirt on.

"You're early," he said as he ran his hand through his hair.

"And...Um...you're in your underwear," I stammered, gesturing my hand in his direction. He looked down at himself, and then glanced back up at me.

"So it seems." He smiled and stepped aside. "Come in. Make yourself at home while I put on some pants."

Looking around as I stepped inside, I wasn't prepared for what I saw. On the outside, the townhouse seemed traditional. With a brick facade and the elegantly carved wooden door, I would have never expected a modern contemporary interior. An open kitchen with stainless steel appliances and black granite counter tops stood on my right, opening into a wide living room. A white leather sectional, accessorized with black and red accent pillows, graced the center of the living room, accompanied by detailed black and silver end tables with glass tops. Various paintings in black and white covered the walls and looked as if they were meticulously hung, perfectly centered, and their size fit the room proportionally. Floor to ceiling windows graced the far wall across the living room, giving a very impressive view of the city skyline. It was obvious that he liked his decor simple. Not overwhelmingly masculine, yet it wasn't hard to guess that it was definitely a bachelor pad considering the massive plasma television with surround sound hanging above the fireplace directly to my left. Wow. My skin feathered with goose bumps as I recognized the vibe floating about the room.

Sexiness. No mistaking this tingle.

Shouldn't be surprised, though, considering his line of work.

After twirling around a few times in awe, I dropped down onto the sofa. Staring at the stark white leather, I ran my hand gently in admiration over its suppleness. Gee, even the sofa Jake and I had didn't feel this good.

"Nice place," I said shakily, rolling my eyes as soon I realized the nervousness in my voice.

Any minute now he would be coming back into the living room. My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, and I was beginning to feel a little faint as the apprehension surged from the pit of my stomach up into my throat. Just as I was trying to convince myself that my second-guessing had nothing to do with the images of him in just his boxer briefs flitting through my mind, a cheerful voice interrupted.

"Thanks," he said with a smile as he emerged from a short hallway near the front door.

He remained shirtless, his briefs now hidden underneath a pair of clingy, faded jeans. With the button left undone, the zipper partially down, and his belt hanging loose, I lost the ability to say anything remotely comprehensible.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

As I watched him walk to the sofa, it wasn't hard to figure out why he was highly regarded in his field. The way he carried himself with a smooth, confident, sensual swagger, it was easy to see why women were drawn to him. I supposed it could be compared to the same reason why flies were drawn to honey.

The man oozed a natural sensuality. I could feel it rolling off of him in waves.

"I hope you don't mind conducting our sessions here," he said as he sat down on the section of the sofa directly across from me. "I thought you might be more comfortable in a casual setting."

My mouth became dry as I watched him leaned back against the cool leather and draped his arms over the back.

Comfortable. Right.

"No, no. This is fine. Thank you for being so thoughtful."

Stifling a giggle, I mentally kicked myself in the ass for the lameness in my voice. It was thoughtful, but for crying out loud, how in the hell did he expect me to be comfortable with him looking like that.

"You're welcome. I'd like to go over a few things with you, about how this works, and I'll need to ask you some personal questions regarding your relationship with your fiancé. I hope this won't be a problem?"

I frowned, wondering what questions he could possibly have concerning my relationship with Jake. All I came here for was a little advice and…instruction, not to play twenty questions.

"I don't know, Dr. Cullen. What kind of questions?"

Removing his arms from the back of the sofa, he pressed his knuckles into the leather and slid to the edge. I felt the heat from his gaze as he met my eyes levelly and smiled that dazzling smile.

"I won't ask anything that isn't relevant to our business here, Bella. May I call you Bella?"

Barely able to breathe, I nodded. "Bella's fine."

"Perfect. Now, concerning the questions, as a trained sex therapist, it's my job to evaluate the emotional dynamics of a relationship and how they may assist or sabotage the physical aspect of it. Your answers will help determine the direction our sessions must take."

Jesus. Not only was he gorgeous, but articulate and intelligent. Damn, looking the way he did, so relaxed and comfortable in his own skin, he could recite the alphabet and it wouldn't change anything.

"Well, since you put it that way."

He smiled and sat back. "Excellent. How would you describe your relationship with Mr. Black? Are you close?"

Hmmm. I chewed relentlessly on the inside of my lip as I considered his question. A few seconds later, I sat up straight, shoulders held back with dignity as I answered.

"Of course, we're close. We're getting married, that alone should tell you how close we are." I said defensively.

I shifted a little on the sofa as he didn't respond. Instead, he flashed me an unreadable grin and nodded his head.

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EPOV

Perfect. Defensiveness was a good sign. Her delayed response and the confused, yet hopeful tone behind it told me everything I needed to know. No matter how hard she tried to convince herself, she and Jake weren't close. They were distant, more so than an engaged couple should be. The lack of confidence and the forced enthusiasm in her voice was a dead giveaway. I stared in amusement at the fidgety woman sitting across from me and in a way, felt a little sorry for her.

Little did she know that she had given me the information I needed to drive the wedge that was already between them a little further. Ha. Jake. Stupid bastard. He was always the charming, smooth-talking, better-looking one. Initially, all those qualities seemed to attract a beautiful woman, but he never knew what to do afterward to hold their interest very long. So, what was it exactly about him now that was able to retain Bella's focus? Was it possible that she was so determined to save herself for him, so naive that she couldn't see what a dick he was? Well, she would find out soon enough. With a little help of course.

Letting the awkwardness of the situation linger, I maintained my smile, keeping it vague so as not to give any of my thoughts away. A slight chuckle rumbled in my chest, slicing through the tension as I watched her. She couldn't sit still, continuously bringing her hands to her face, then back to her lap. It was obvious that I made her nervous. Now, whether it was my question or my lack of clothing, I wasn't sure.

"I apologize, but some of the questions that I will ask you may seem rather direct and personal. Please don't take offense. The level of comfort and security you feel in your relationship is fundamental to the quality of pleasure that's derived from sex."

Apparently setting her mind at ease, she sat back and relaxed, unaware that she had parted her knees a little.

Damn. Why does temptation have to be so cruel?

Simple male curiosity got the best of me, because I, too, relaxed. Sitting back against the sofa, I slid down a little, and with one glance, my questions were answered.

Yes, she was wearing panties. And, they were white.

How appropriate.

"I'm sorry Dr. Cullen, I'm just nervous. This is all new to me." She said in a shy whisper.

"Please, call me Edward. OK, let's try this. Do you have any questions for me?"

I waited patiently as she twisted her face into a multitude of insane expressions before she spoke.

"How many clients do you see at one time?"

I chuckled. "A good question, and a fair one. When is the big day?"

She looked at me, puzzled that I answered her question with a question.

"Three weeks."

"Well then, Bella, for the next three weeks I will be completely devoted to you. I only see one patient at a time."

Damn. Three weeks is two weeks longer than the required amount of time that it usually takes. It's a standing rule, the less time spent, the less time I have to form an emotional attachment to any of my clients. Or have them develop an obsession for me.

This is going to be hell.

She nodded in response. "Good. I was worried for a second."

"Understandable. Now, do you mind if I continue with my questions?"

"Go ahead."

"Hae you ever been naked in front of your fiance before?"

Her mouth dropped at the sound of my matter-of-fact tone. "Um...no," she said as she shook her head.

What!? Not only is Jake a fucking moron, but is he blind too?

"Interesting. Have you ever seen him naked?"

She shook her head again, indicating that she hadn't.

"Do you have separate apartments, or do you share living space?"

"We,"--she cleared her throat--"share an apartment on the upper east side of town."

Hmm. They share an apartment and they have never seen each other naked. This gets curiouser and curiouser.

"Separate bedrooms, I assume."

"Yes. As I said before, I have no intentions of letting go of my virginity until Jake and I are married. And he respects my decision."

I bet he does.

"And that's very admirable, Bella. Men like Mr. Black are hard to find these days."

She blushed, and then shifted in her seat as she smiled, while I put every effort I could drag up to keep from vomiting.

Well, here goes nothing.

"How do you feel about masturbation?"

Bella stared blankly at me as if I had just strangled a kitten. She had to have known that I would eventually get to the point, but her surprise was absolutely adorable.

"Masturbation?"

"Yes. Self pleasure."

"I know what it means. Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I'm stupid," she said as she crossed her arms over her chest. She was stubborn, I'll give her that much.

Rising from the couch, I leaned over the coffee table, bracing myself with the palms of my hands as I flashed her a toothy grin. "Perfect. Then consider today's lesson an advanced course."

I extended my hand and waited for her to take it. She hesitated for a moment before shaking her head and placing her hand in mine.

"Are you always this direct?" She asked as she followed behind me.

"I told you that I would be at times. I take my work seriously, Bella. You'll figure that out over the next three weeks," I replied over my shoulder as I led her into the bedroom.

We stood at the bedroom door, and I followed her gaze around the room, holding back a smile as her eyes fell upon the bed.

"What's all this for?"

"You'll see," I said as I walked over to the bed and handed her the robe. "Bathroom is to your right. Take off everything."

Bella looked down at the robe, and then back at me before she headed into the bathroom. Several minutes later, she walked out and I immediately took a seat on the bed. The contrast of the icy-blue satin against her creamy skin was just...

Damn.

Her shyness didn't help either, as it added to her allure. Jacob. Lucky bastard, and the dumbest fucker on the planet.

"Where do you want me?" she asked in a low whisper as she hung her head.

Loaded question. Life is so unfair. I could think of a hundred ways I wanted her.

I stood from the bed and walked over to her. She stiffened as I approached, finally stopping in front of her.

"The robe has to come off first. Either you can do it, or I can, doesn't matter."

Please let me, please?

"I don't know if I can," she replied with a shaky voice as she shrugged her shoulders.

"OK. It's not a problem. If you would rather have the blindfold, then..."

"No. I'll just close my eyes."

"OK then."

After taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and straightened her shoulders. My hands trembled slightly as I loosened the belt on the robe. Sliding my hands into the lapel, I let my fingers glide softly over her shoulders and watched as the fabric fell slowly to the floor. Her eyes flew open as I sucked in a soft breath and hissed.

Shit.

First off, I had no idea why my hands were shaking. I have undressed hundreds of women and never have my hands shook. Second, the heat rush that had taken over me as she stared innocently at me with such an intensity was just unbelievable.

She looked just as I imagined she would. Beautiful and untouched, sublime perfection if I ever saw it. Perky round breast, firm and inviting. Her nipples hardened from the shiver of goosebumps that tickled her skin and her bottom lip quivered slightly.

How in the hell did Jake keep his hands of of her?

Taking her hand, I bit the inside of my bottom lip as I led her to the bed, mulling some things over in my mind as I did.

Bella had had never shared a bed with a man, not even to snuggle I would guess. She had never been naked before a man, and who knows what else besides the obvious that might be on her list of nevers.

Smiling, I had to wondered when the hell did I win the virgin and revenge lottery.

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BPOV

Does he have to look at me that way? It's bad enough that I am already nervous, with the way he is looking at me now, through narrow, smoldering blue eyes that could melt steel...I think I just might spontaneous combust. I don't think I've ever had a man look at me that way.

"Just lie back and relax," he said softly as he gently touched my shoulder.

Following the gentle push of his hand, I found myself lying flat on my back. The soft feel of silk caressed my skin, and the room smelled like jasmine and lavender. Looking around, I realized that it must be from the candles that he had lit. Gah! This is all too weird. I laughed to myself as it was too late now to back out, at least for this session.

I watched him closely as he circled to the other side of the bed. He was amazing to watch, his muscles rippling and twitching with each graceful movement. Finally, he stopped and settled on his knees behind my head, his eyes looking down my body.

"Close your eyes and listen to my voice," he whispered against my ear, his voice sultry, hypnotic, and smooth as silk, yet raspy and rough at the same time.

Nodding, I closed my eyes and prayed that I would make it through this.

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EPOV

Shit! Shit! Shit!

There are just some decisions that you just wish you hadn't made, but it was too late to do anything about it. And boy was this one of them. Bella hadn't even touched herself yet, all she had did was lie down on the bed and look at me with those piercing brown eyes and I already had a fucking hard on. Which was odd, because nine times out of ten, it took at least twenty minutes or more into the session before I got a woody.

Interesting.

"It's important that you know your own body, Bella, what feels good to you, what doesn't. Nothing makes a man happier during sex than knowing he's pleasing a woman in the way that suits her needs. This way, you can tell Jake exactly what you want."

Damn, that last part made me cringe a little.

"OK. Makes sense," she acknowledge non-chalantly as she nodded her head.

"Concentrate on the fragrance from the candles, the feel of the silk around you, and relax." My cock twitched as she took a deep breath, causing her breast to rise and then fall slowly as she released it. "Now, nice and slow, explore your body, Bella."

She hesitated a few seconds, and then slowly brought her hands to her abdomen, caressing her skin lightly with her fingertips. After lingering there for a moment, she flattened her palms and slid her hands to her breasts. Hesitating, she opened her eyes as if asking for my approval. With a slid nod of my head, she cupped her breasts, massaging them slowly and firmly. Closing her eyes, she let out a soft moan. The sound was so inviting, I had to bite back a moan of my own.

"Perfect, Bella," I breathed as I leaned in closer to her. Damn, she smelled so good, like cotton candy and lillies. I guess with the scent of the candles permeating the room, I never noticed it. "You can do more."

Her eyes remained closed as she ran the pads of her thumbs over her nipples. My hard on was already painful enough, and she hadn't even sealed the deal. I bit my lip hard as I watched the pink tips grow taut. Before I could stop it, a low groan rumbled deep in my chest, causing her to open her eyes. For a moment, I thought she might shut them again, but she didn't. Keeping her eyes focused on mine, she kept her hand on her left breast and as soon as her right hand slipped away, I knew where it was going. With a painfully slow glide of her hand, she caressed her rib cage with her fingertips before finally letting her hand reach its destination. Impatiently, she let her fingers glide over her clit.

"Slower. Let it build."

My voice was rough and deep. My dick was straining against my zipper. This was insane. I had seen this many times, but never have I been affected this intensely, or this quickly. Taking my suggestion, she slowed her pace, her body started to shiver at the sensation.

"It's ok to give in to it, Bella. Focus on how good it feels."

She didn't waste any time, because as soon as I finished my sentence, she slid a finger inside. I closed my eyes, for when she gasped, I thought I was gonna lose it as I gripped the sheet tightly. Several seconds later, her hips thrusted faster, meeting the rhythm she had set for herself.

Goddamn it. I had heard many a cry from sexual pleasure, most of them rehearsed as women tried to impress me, but this. No, this was pure, unscripted and very natural. Unable to control the urge, I had to touch her.

"I'm going to touch you, Bella."

I waited for her to protest, but she didn't. Letting my hand slide firmly down her arm, I paused for a second, then settled my hand over hers. Pressing lightly, I placed the heel of her hand against her clit. It wasn't long before her skin flushed red and she screamed loudly as she climaxed. Meanwhile, my knuckles had lost all feeling as I gripped the sheet tighter. I waited for a moment before taking her hand away and laying it on the bed beside her. Just to calm her down, I traced my fingertips along her collar bone.

"Oh, my god. I can't believe I just did that," she said on a ragged breath as she brought her hand to her face.

"It's OK. There isn't anything to be ashamed of. It's a natural reaction"

"Well...I......um..."

"Never had an orgasm? I kind of guessed."

"Do you mind?" she asked, pointing to the robe.

"Sure. You can stay as long as you need to," I said softly as I stood and turned toward the door. "You'll find everything you need in the cabinet next to the sink."

"Thanks," she said with a quiet whisper.

I nodded. Realizing she needed a few moments to herself, I left the room, shutting the door softly behind me.

Damn, I didn't want to leave her alone. I'm sure she was confused and uncertain, and oddly enough, I understood the feeling more than I probably should have.

Breathing out a heavy sigh, I headed into the living room to wait for her. As I sat down on the sofa, I couldn't help but think that the next three weeks was going to be the longest three weeks of my life.

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A/n: Update when I can.