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Chapter 10

As I push into her, staring down at her gorgeous face, I'm having trouble believing this is real life. Still. Even after watching her pleasure herself and coming all over her, I still find myself needing reassurance that this isn't some vivid dream. But this is more than a production or a performance; it's more than her buying me off an auction block. Somewhere between her walking through the hotel door and being under me, things changed. She might not want to admit it, but I feel it. I feel it in the way her hands are grasping and clinging to my back. I feel it in the way her thighs are squeezing my torso, begging for more. I feel it in the way she's looking at me right this moment, biting her lip to keep from crying out. But it doesn't work.

It's loud.

It's mutual.

It's fucking phenomenal.

If I thought our first sexual encounter changed my life, this one is rearranging my future. There's no way I'm going to be able to not have her as much as she'll let me.

"Oh, God," she says in a high pitch, close to crying. "Fuck."

"Yeah, baby. That's what we're doing," I tell her, leaning down toward her ear and biting gently on her lobe.

Her nails scratch my back as she digs in deeper. "Harder," she pleads, but she doesn't have to. I'll give her anything she wants. Any fucking thing.

As sweat beads up on my forehead, I thrust harder, giving her the friction she desires. Looking down, I'm glad we kept the lights on. I missed out on so much the first time. I love seeing the desperation in her eyes, knowing she's as into this as I am. The blindfold was great, but this is better.

"You're so beautiful," I tell her, chasing my breath.

Her mouth falls open, like she's going to say something, but all that comes out is a satisfied moan before her eyes fall shut and she pushes her head farther into the pillow.

I take the opportunity to feast on her neck, tasting and nipping, letting my lips hover around the base near her shoulder.

She moves her hands from my back to my hair and pulls tight, crying out as I rock harder against her.

There's no barrier except for the condom on my dick. Nothing between us but the sweat dripping from our bodies. I don't want to come yet. I want this to last, so I switch positions, rolling onto my back and taking her with me. Her hands press into my chest as she creates her own rhythm—riding me, owning me.

"Do whatever feels good, Bella. I want to see you come. I want to see that beautiful face when you fall apart on top of me."

Taking my words as her cue, she does just that. She uses me for her pleasure. I grip her hips, my fingertips digging into her soft skin, encouraging her to be as fast and hard as she needs to get off. Before long, her pussy tightens, and her entire body trembles as she completely comes undone. I lean up, holding her to me, allowing her to ride out her orgasm. It takes a few minutes, but she slowly comes back to me.

I push the damp hair from her face and look into her eyes. Something about this—the position, the closeness—feels too right, too vulnerable. With hooded eyes, she watches me. I think about pulling out and finishing myself off in the bathroom because I'm not sure if she wants to continue. She looks spent, and I don't want to take any more than she wants to give. But before I can move her off me, she pushes up and sits back on her heels, giving me the most glorious view of her hot, slick center and her flushed tits. She looks wild, feral, and freshly fucked. It's her best look yet. She's always beautiful, but I'd like to keep her this way 24/7. Me. No one else. Just me.

I sit there, waiting for her cue. My dick is still at full attention, and she notices. Her eyes travel down my body, and she smirks at my cock before looking me in the eye. "How do you want me?" she asks boldly.

Holy fuck.

I swallow hard. "On your hands and knees," I tell her without thinking.

She smiles a sly smile and climbs to the center of the bed with her ass in the air.

I take a moment to say a prayer of gratitude and then take a deep breath to keep myself from blowing my load before I get back inside her.

Dead puppies.

Saggy grandma titties.

I line up to her entrance and slide in. It's hot and wet and fucking heaven. For a second, I just bask in the goodness of Bella's pussy until I have to move. With my hands gripping her round ass tightly, I pull back and then slam back in, watching myself enter her over and over. Bella's cries of pleasure spur me on. Her choppy breaths and tiny screams cause the coiling heat in my stomach to multiply. When she turns her head around to watch, I lose it. With short quick thrusts, I come so hard and long my vision blurs, and I become light-headed.

Bella falls onto her elbows, and it takes all my strength to hold myself off her. Leaning back on my heels, I pull out and carefully roll the condom off. Barely making it off the bed without face-planting, I toss the condom in the trash and then fall back down on the bed beside Bella.

We lie there, breathing, letting our heads come back from wherever they've been.

After a few minutes, she slowly rolls toward me, and I feel her eyes on me.

I guess we should talk.

"So, how do we do this?" I ask, running my hand through my hair. I don't want to come off too needy, so I try to play her game. Keep things casual.

"I have your number," she says, rolling back onto her back and staring at the ceiling. "I'll text you."

"And what if I can't make it?" I turn to face her, needing to see her face.

She shrugs before answering. "That's fine."

"What if I want to see you?" I ask.

"Then you can text me."

"What should I say?"

"Emergency."

I laugh, trying to make light of this arrangement we're making, but thinking of this in a casual manner doesn't sit well with me. "Okay."

"And if I can't make it, I'll text back, 'call 911'."

This time, my laugh is real.

She looks at me, and her eyes are light and carefree. "And we meet here," she says. "If I text you, I'll pay for the room. If you text me, you pay for the room."

"What about Sundays?" I ask, feeling a rock thud as it drops into the pit of my stomach when she turns her head toward me. The sparkle in her eyes fades, and the seriousness returns.

She looks at me hard as her teeth come down on her bottom lip. "I guess we can still do Sundays at the park," she says tentatively. "On one condition."

"Whatever you want," I tell her, because not seeing Luke would really suck. I'm trying to keep the desperation out of my voice, but I think I'm failing.

Her features soften for a moment, but then her eyebrows squeeze together, like she's thinking really hard. "Don't get attached, okay?"

"No," I shake my head, more for myself than her. "I'm not. I just… well, Queenie really loves playing with Luke. She doesn't get much outside time because I'm always working and sh—"

"It's fine, Edward," she says, cutting off my embarrassing ramble. "Luke really loves it too. I just don't want to muddy the waters."

"No mud. I promise."

"Where do you work?" she asks, like it just dawned on her she doesn't know. "You know where I work, so I think it's only fair that I know where you work."

Tit for tat. Is that how it is? I smile, kinda loving that I have something over on her, but it fades quickly because unlike her, I want her to know everything about me… my job, my family, where I see myself in five years. But I start with my job. "I work for Wallace Advertising."

She nods her head. "Advertising," she says, mulling it over. "So, what exactly do you do?"

"Right now, Emmett and I are getting ready to pitch our sales campaign idea to McDavid."

"The big car dealership?" she asks, sliding off the bed and gathering her clothes.

"Yep. Our meeting is this Wednesday," I tell her, looking at the time and knowing I need to get home. Speaking of McDavid reminds me that Emmett and I still have a lot of work ahead of us tomorrow to prepare for the meeting.

"Is that a pretty big account?" She walks into the bathroom, and I can't help but watch her as she goes—her ass bouncing perfectly and her dark hair swaying loosely down her back.

I clear my throat and my thoughts, forcing myself back into the conversation. "One of the biggest I've worked on so far."

"That's good. You seem to like it," she says loudly, splashing water on her face and then drying it with a towel. When she walks back out, her hair is once again twisted up in a bun.

"I do. It's competitive, and the environment is always changing. I love a challenge, and advertising offers plenty of those. We have season tickets for the Rangers on the line with this one." I pull my jeans on, stuffing my still semi-erect cock into the confines. I think as long as I'm in the vicinity of Bella, I'll always be somewhat hard. It's like a law of physics or some shit.

"Oh, I see. A little side bet to sweeten the deal." She smiles as she slips her own jeans on.

"Yeah, our boss knows how to dangle the carrot in front of us."

"You keep saying we and us. Do you have a partner?"

"Yeah, I've been working with Emmett on this campaign."

"Really? That big guy is in advertising?" she asks, fastening her bra and hiding her fabulous tits. As each piece of her body gets covered, I miss it.

"Emmett is fierce. I know he comes off like a big kid, but he's really good at his job."

"You two are tight."

"Yeah, we've been friends forever. Long before Wallace."

"That's nice." She smiles softly and slips her feet into the combat boots.

"Yeah." I stand there, fully dressed, wishing like hell we could rewind and go back to me opening the door and her standing there. I want to do it all over again… and again… and again.

"Well," she says, putting her bag on her shoulder and slipping her phone into her pocket. "I guess I should go."

"Yeah," is all I can say. I want to say so much more, but I don't. More would scare her off. More would close the tiny bit of space she's allowed me in. More would send us back to being mere acquaintances. So I'll bide my time, and I'll take what she can give me. For now. "I'll walk you to your car."

As we walk out the door and into the hall, I put my hand on the small of her back, and she tenses slightly. It's small, but I feel it, so I drop my hand and settle for walking close to her.

"So, how'd you get into nursing?" I ask, trying to make small talk and hold on to her presence just a little while longer.

"Uh, my dad," she replies, but I feel the weight in her words, and something tells me there's more there. "And I'm not a nurse. I'm a physician's assistant."

"Oh, I just saw your name badge that night I was in the ER and assumed…" I say, walking onto the elevator behind her.

"Yeah, I was going for my MD, but stuff happened… life," she says, trailing off, not saying too much. Her head dips forward, and I watch her as she watches her feet. When the elevator stops on the ground floor, we step out into the quiet, empty lobby. At this time of night, not many people are checking in and out of the Omni. "Anyway, I changed courses and became a PA. It's good. It allows me to work in the ER, which is something I've always wanted. It's fast-paced, always changing."

"Kinda like advertising," I say, smiling.

She offers me a small smile in return and nods. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Well, this is me," she says, pointing to the beat-up Volkswagen.

"I had fun tonight," I tell her, feeling my cheeks heat up with the admission.

"Me too." She unlocks the car and tosses her bag into the passenger seat. "I'll see you later."

"Sunday, if not before," I tell her.

She nods and gets in the car. "Hope you have a good meeting on Wednesday."

"Thanks." I smile and watch as she closes the door, only to roll down the window. "What constitutes an emergency?" I ask, bracing my hands against the car door.

She twists her lips to keep from smiling. "I'll let you be the judge of that."

She rolls her eyes and laughs. Without another word, she rolls up her window and drives away, once again leaving me watching her tail lights and wishing she was still here… always leaving me wanting more.

A/Ns:

Jenny Kate: *frantically waves hands around in the air* I HAVE AN EMERGENCY!

Jiff: There's a fire, Lord Jesus! A fire in mah pants that can only be put out by Edward!

Jenny Kate: I don't know if I need a fire extinguisher or some ShamWow panties. The struggle is real.

Jiff: *fans self* Yes, girl! How's everyone else feeling out there? We told you there'd be more!

Jenny Kate: Hopefully, we have a lot of emergencies in our future. ;) How was everyone's Thanksgiving, for those who celebrate?

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