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I could feel the wetness pool between my thighs as his tongue traced the curves of my neck. His hands on my face and the feel of his breath on my skin were driving me wild.

I had never felt the need to have a client as I did Edward. I had to have him. From the moment he told me he wanted me, I was almost panting for him.

He bit and sucked at my breast with such tenderness, but such need, it threatened to put me over the edge. I squirmed under him, desperate for more. For him.

The change in the mood was palpable as he dragged me to his room. Wanting him turned to needing him and desperation tainted my voice as I spoke. "I need...I need," I tried to form the words but nothing came out.

"You need what?" Edward asked as he stroked himself in front of me.

I needed him, but I couldn't say it. I needed him like I needed a lover, not a client. I needed him to surround me, consume me, and hold me tight. These new feelings overtook me like wild fire, screaming through my body and my mind.

He stood before me as I lay on the bed, pulling on his cock and looking at me with desire in his eyes. I knew he wanted me.

He kneeled on the bed in front of me and trailed one hand up the side of my leg. I shivered in anticipation, giggling lightly under my breath. His answering smile was dark and seductive, as though he knew what he was doing to me.

His fingers quickly found their way between my thighs and found the warm wetness waiting for him. He cupped my sex with his palm, holding his body over me with his other arm. I looked away from his eyes and down to his hand as he pushed a finger inside me.

Groaning, I bucked my hips against his hand while he buried it in my cunt. I wanted more, so much more, but settled for the pleasure he was giving me with his fingers.

I closed my eyes as a second finger slipped inside me, and he turned his hand to point his hidden fingers toward himself as he hovered over me. A shockwave rolled through me as he found the place that would throw me over the edge, and pressed into it.

"Christ!" I shouted as my body went numb and I came all over his fingers.

He moaned as I came, as if my pleasure was what he had been aching for as well, and his mouth found the insides of my thighs. He bit into my flesh as I rode the waves of my orgasm, making it all the more intense when I felt his teeth press into me. As I pulled his hair roughly, the tip of his tongue grazed my clit, and I moaned once again.

The way he felt in me, above me and all over me was too much to handle. I wanted, no... needed to take over before he ruined me. Bringing my knees together, I tried my best to sit up.

"Where do you think you're going?" Edward mumbled from between my legs.

I laughed out loud and fell back onto the bed, giving up my struggle too easily. Everything between us was so natural; I almost had to remind myself that I was here for his pleasure, not mine.

"I want to take care of you," I cooed.

He didn't reply, but instead, rubbed his cheek back and forth against my thigh, pressing my shoulder back against the bed with his outstretched arm. The scruff of his facial hair felt amazing on my over-sensitized skin, and I soon acquiesced, relaxing back onto the bed.

"Let me do what I want to do to you. That's how you can take care of me."

I sighed heavily and closed my eyes as Edward moved slowly up my body. His hands danced across my stomach, wrapping around my waist and pulling my body up against his. I draped my arms around his shoulders and let him move us both up to the pillows.

Once my head was resting comfortably, his mouth found my neck again. I leaned my head into his, breathing quickly as he nibbled once again on my flesh. He hovered over my naked body and I felt his hardness press against my stomach.

Needing to feel him, I reached my hand down to grasp his length, forcing a moan to fall from his lips. I shivered, the sound echoing between my legs. I needed him, and I needed him now.

I pulled and pushed against his cock for a moment, watching him as he breathed hard and ground his dick into my hand.

"If you keep holding me that tight, I'm going to come," he whispered in my ear.

This version of Edward had me so turned on I was almost ready to start begging for it. The Edward that I had seen in the light of day was nervous and pensive, but this one, this Edward, was driving me wild.

I felt more than comfortable in his arms, with his body intertwined with mine. I didn't even hesitate before making my next move. Shifting my hips under his, I positioned myself under him so that the tip of his cock nudged the opening of my cunt.

"Jesus," he breathed.

With a lift of my hips he was inside me, surprising me when he sunk himself deep inside. I let out a cry, feeling each inch of him stretch and fill me. When our hips met, his head lifted and he looked right into my eyes.

I wanted to kiss him. The realization struck me hard and I had to look away. I didn't even know this man, not really anyway. Something inside me wanted to know him though. Edward was a stranger to me, but I didn't want it to always be like that.

Sensing the building tension between us, Edward held my body tight and dragged me onto him. I arched my back and moved my hips back and forth. With his hands gripping the sides of my body, I ground myself on top of him. My breathing got quicker, more labored, as I moved faster over him.

I could feel his fingers dig into me, urging me to press on. Every inch of me was sheathed in a fine layer of sweat, making me shiver when his breath fell upon me.

Without a word Edward sat up, pressing his chest to mine. His hands traced up the curve of my back, fingers finding my long hair. With a gentle tug, he pulled my hair back to expose my neck and ran his tongue down my skin.

"Oh God," I whispered breathlessly, moving more quickly on top of him.

He pulled my hair harder and I moaned, the delicious pain igniting a flame deep inside me.

"Bella," he whispered.

We moved back and forth together, his hardness reaching deep inside me. I felt the familiar churn in the pit of my stomach, my orgasm looming. Gripping his shoulders tightly, I ground myself on him just hard enough to send myself over the edge, orgasm hammering through me.

My toes curled and my skin felt like it was on fire as each wave pounded into me. His breath on my skin sent shivers down my spine while I continued to move on top of him. His hands fell to my hips again and he pulled me against him, his hard cock slamming into me.

It felt amazing to feel him moving back and forth inside me while I came on him. His moans and grunts sounded sexy, almost animalistic, pushing me back towards the edge.

"I'm going to come again," I said.

With my warning, he wrapped his arms around me and rolled us onto our sides. He kept pushing until he was on top of me again, his body positioned over mine. I spread my legs wide, welcoming his body against mine and his hard cock inside me.

As he drove into me, my climax peaked and I dug my nails into his shoulders, giving in to my orgasm. I breathed hard, gasping for air as my body went numb.

A few moments later I felt Edward's body tense as he let out a soft moan, thrusting into me hard as he came. I held him tight, gripping his body to mine as we relished the feel of skin against skin.

When it was over and the feeling of Edward doing amazing things to me had passed, his body sagged onto mine and we lay in silence.

The feeling of his skin on mine, lying in his bed, made us being together seem somehow different. In some way...more. Chalking it up to the oddity of our situation, I ignored the feelings that were circling in my chest.

"I'm hungry again," I said into his shoulder.

He slowly rolled off of me, resting on his back by my side. I perched myself up on my shoulder, facing him and drinking in his perfect body.

Neither of us said anything for a long moment, my hunger forgotten in the presence of his magnificent body and the afterglow of what had just taken place between us.

"I'm not quite understanding why you are single, Edward. I mean, look at you. This place. Everything. I find it hard to believe."

I knew all too well the complexity of relationships and how they worked, but the idea that Edward was alone was unfathomable to me. He was perfect, in every sense of the word-good looking as hell, apparently very rich, and intelligent. To me, he was the ultimate guy.

"Not everything is as it seems," Edward muttered from beside me as he slipped out of bed.

It seemed I had struck a nerve.

"I have to agree with you there. I, for one, know that things on the outside can be very different from how you feel on the inside. I have been trained to fool people, you know."

There had been times when the smile on my face had hidden the horror, the complete disgust, for the actions of myself and others. The things I was paid to do and to have done to me trained me to keep my true thoughts inside. I knew more than most about just how to fake it.

Edward stopped and looked at me from the opposite side of the room. His eyes were sad, knowing, somehow making me feel shamed. I suddenly wanted to cover myself up with the sheets.

"You don't need to fool anyone when you are with me. The games you have played when you have been...working need not be played here. I want you to be whoever you want to be. It's that simple."

My mouth almost dropped to the floor. Stunned by the way he could accept me as I am and make me feel like someone better left me without words. If I wasn't shocked into silence, I would have begged him to tell me why he was treating me so well.

I watched him as he walked into the bathroom, flipped on the light and shut the door, wondering about this extraordinary man that seemed to care about me far more than any client I had ever had.

~0o~0o~

I woke up to the sun beaming in through the translucent lace drapes in my room. The window was open and a warm breeze brushed over me as I lay in my bed and looked out the window.

Another beautiful day. What made it all the more amazing was that I could do anything I wanted to do. According to Edward's deal, I was not to speak with James or have any dealings with Midnight Sun. Not until Wednesday anyway.

A faint knock at the door drew me from my thoughts. Pulling the sheets around my naked body, I went to the door.

"Good morning," Edward said as his eyes met mine.

"Hi."

"I made coffee, and I assumed you would be hungry so I got some bagels delivered. Would you like to join me?"

I nodded silently and walked back to the closet in my room. Dropping the sheet to the floor, I opened the door and slipped on the silk pink robe that waited for me. Tying my unkempt hair into a pony tail, I made my way through the house to the kitchen.

"It smells delicious in here. What kind of coffee do you have?"

"It's Kona coffee. They first started serving it in the hospital, and now I can't seem to get enough so I got some for home too."

"Well, I've never smelled anything so delicious, so move out of my way before I plow you over to get to the pot."

Edward laughed and moved out of my way as I slid past him to the coffee maker. I made what I knew would be an amazing cup of coffee and sat down across from him at the counter. He slid a bagel in front of me and my stomach growled.

"I guess I'm hungry," I laughed.

We sat quietly and ate our breakfast, Edward reading the paper as I stared out the window and took in the view.

"This really is an amazing place," I said. "How long have you lived here?"

"Not long," he replied from behind the paper.

I sighed and looked away from him, suddenly frustrated by his obvious inability to provide me with any details about his life. Or maybe I was just being paranoid.

"I was planning on having the day to spend with you, but it seems as though I am going to need to go to the hospital for a while this morning. I figured since we have a dinner to go to tonight that you might want to go shopping for a dress. Is that alright?"

I nodded, unable to reply as I had just taken a bite out of my delicious bagel.

"Good. You can use my card, of course. Dinner is going to be at 8, but I will be back in plenty of time. Do you have a cell phone? I guess I should have asked that before."

"I do. I'll write down my number for you before you go," I said as I took another bite.

"Do you want more to eat?" Edward asked.

"No, I'm fine. I usually eat a lot in the mornings."

"Okay well, I have to go, but I will call you if anything changes. See you this afternoon."

As Edward stood and left, it suddenly hit me that he was going to the hospital that my mother had been in before he'd had her transferred.

"Edward?" I chirped suddenly. "Did you know my mother's doctor well?"

He stopped in his tracks and turned slowly around to face me. The look on his face was hard to read.

"I knew of him. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I never got to meet the one they said saved her life, and I wanted to thank him. Maybe you could speak to him for me? Tell him I'd like to meet him?"

"I will try, Bella. I'm sure he's very busy, but I will pass the word on."

"Thanks."

He nodded at me without a smile, spun on his heel, and he was gone.

~0o~0o~

An hour later, I was sitting in the coffee shop across the street from the boutique where I was going to find a dress. Sipping my third coffee of the day, I smiled brightly when I heard a familiar squeal from the door.

"Bella!" Alice shouted as she threw open the door.

Laughing at her excitement, I put down my coffee and braced myself as she flung herself at me. Falling into the chair next to mine, she clasped my shoulders tightly and beamed at me.

"I'm so glad to see you!" she said vivaciously.

"Christ, Alice. You just saw her yesterday. What's with you?" Rosalie said from behind her as she winked at me.

"I'm just glad to see her. I was uncomfortable with the whole situation; I'm just glad she's still alive!"

I groaned as Rose laughed and we all settled into our seats.

"So? Tell us everything! Where does he live? Is it nice? Is he nice? Is it weird? Everything!"

"Alice, you are giving me a headache. I'm sure Bella will tell us all about it, won't you?" Rose said, cocking an eyebrow at me.

"Yes, I will if you let me get a word in edgewise. I'm happy to know that you are glad I'm still alive, Alice. That's pretty morbid, but whatever."

"Don't whatever me. I was seriously worried, but that doesn't matter now. Tell us what happened!"

I struggled to keep from rolling my eyes so far into the back of my head that they would get stuck there. I loved Alice like my sister, but sometimes she was too much to handle. We always teased her, saying that she should be the wife of a politician, because she was always so happy and fun-loving. She would be the perfect woman to win votes for her man.

"Well, he lives over on the rich side of Chicago. You know, the area we never go to. Anyway, he has an amazing apartment over there, and it's full of all this beautiful art. You should have seen my face when I first walked in. I thought I had entered a museum."

We all laughed and I sipped my coffee as Rose stood to order their drinks. While she was gone, I tried to describe the artwork to Alice who looked almost as confused as I was when it came to that kind of stuff.

"So how big is his place?" Rose asked as she sat back down.

"It is big, and by big I mean huge. You can see the whole city, and it's just amazing."

"Oh my God! You can? That is so amazing!"

"Yeah, you can." I continued, shooting a annoyed glare at Alice. "I was pretty impressed. I have my own room, and get this, when I went to unpack my things, I found all this stuff he had already gotten for me. Bath stuff and lotions and even some clothes! He told me he had someone pick it out for me."

I could feel my cheeks flush as I spoke, and I knew I had been talking more quickly than I normally would, but the combination of excitement and unexplored feelings for Edward were filling me to the point that I couldn't calmly discuss everything that had happened to me in the past twenty-four hours.

"Damn. That's awesome. I wish I could find someone who would do that shit for me," Rose snorted.

"Seriously. It threw me off completely; he is so confusing. I have no idea what he thinks about, or even who he is, but he still manages to be so kind and considerate that I can hardly doubt his intentions."

"Have you slept together yet?" Alice asked quietly.

"Last night, but it was different," I paused for a moment while I considered the difference between Edward and my other clients. "I didn't feel like I had to. I actually wanted to."

"Because he's smoking hot, maybe?" Rose asked.

"Maybe. I'm not really sure. I didn't want to say no, let's put it that way. I've always enjoyed being with him, but Christ, the sex is amazing for what it is!"

"Let me get this straight. You are staying in a penthouse apartment with a hot guy who buys you shit and gets you off. Am I right?" Rose said quietly.

"Yeah..."

"And you're being paid for it."

"Yeah..."

"You're a lucky bitch. Stop over-thinking things and just enjoy what he is giving to you. You are just as hot as he is; it's about time someone shows you some appreciation," Rose said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah well, it's just strange. You get thrown into this situation and see what you think of it!" I retorted.

"I know what I'd be thinking of it. I'd be thinking where do I go first to use that credit card he gave you!"

The three of us laughed so loudly that we were shushed by an older woman sitting near us.

"Let's get out of here," I suggested as we finished our coffee.

We shuffled out of the cafe and across the street to the boutique that hopefully held the dress I needed to purchase for this evening.

"Is it a fancy dinner?" Alice asked as we walked in.

"I don't think so. I think he would have warned me. It's probably just a small thing."

"Then you need a cocktail dress," Rose informed me.

We scoured the store, combing through racks and racks of beautiful dresses, most that were too fancy for what I needed. I found a few short dresses that I thought would fit the part, so I dragged them to the dressing room and started trying them on.

A few minutes later, Alice and Rosalie joined me. When I stepped out of the dressing room wearing the first dress, both of them looked up from the bench they were resting on.

"Nice, but too fancy," Rose said.

I eyed myself quickly in the mirror, agreed and went back to change. With the next dress on, I stepped out and laughed when they both smiled.

"You look gorgeous in that. He will die. Set it aside and continue," Alice demanded.

"Well, if this looks good, aren't we done?" I asked, only a hint of a whine in my voice.

"Bella," Rose said, standing up and walking towards me. "Say it with me. 'Credit. Card.'"

I laughed and nudged Rose as she turned to sit back down. As I made my way back to the dressing room, Alice suddenly jumped up.

"Oh my God. Who is that?" she asked as she made her way to the store window.

Like a little kid, she leaned into the window with both her hands pressing onto the glass and her nose rubbing against it. Her eyes followed someone outside, and as I reached her side I could only see a mound of curly blond hair brushing the shoulder of a man who had walked by.

"Did you see him? Jesus, he was gorgeous."

"That is the District Attorney of our city, dear. Could you please get your hands off the glass?" An older woman said from behind the counter.

"District Attorney?" Alice repeated as her shoulders sagged. "Smart and beautiful," she mumbled. "And totally unattainable."

My conversation with Edward about his brother came forward in my mind as I struggled to catch a glimpse of the DA down the road. I wanted to see him, if only to know something about someone who was close to Edward.

Unsure whether or not I should tell Alice that the blonde god she had just seen was Edward's brother, I turned toward her. I rubbed her back and smiled, pulling her back to the dressing room so I could finish and get back to Edward's with enough time to get ready.

"Alice, didn't you have something for Bella? A certain red envelope that you had wanted to give her?" Rosalie reminded as I took one last look in the mirror before going to change again.

"Oh my God, yes! I completely forgot!"

My stomach sank as Alice rushed to her bag to get the letter addressed to me. As soon as I saw the red paper, with my name written elegantly across the front of it, I smiled. I had to fight the urge to run to her, tear it from her hands and rip it open, but I resisted in order to conceal my secret excitement.

Instead, I put down the dress I was holding and walked slowly to her side, thanking her as she took her sweet time in handing it over. Moving away from them, I carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the paper inside.

Dear Isabella,

Other men said they have seen angels,
But I have seen thee
And thou art enough.

"Can you please read it out loud? You never tell us what they say!" Alice begged as I read the letter again.

Without even thinking, I opened my mouth and spoke the beautiful words, if for no other reason than to just hear them again myself.

"Does he always write that kind of shit to you?" Rose asked.

"Yes, and it's not shit," I snapped, her words surprisingly stinging me.

"Hey, hey. Sorry, I know it's not shit. I was just teasing. Easy there, Bella."

"No, it's fine. It's just...well...I don't know."

"It's just romantic," Alice whispered, her voice emphasizing the sacredness of the word.

"It is romantic, but it's starting to make me crazy. I mean, how many of these have I gotten?" I asked, waving the letter in the air. "How many? And not one time has he identified himself! There's no name, no return address. What does he think he's going to get out of writing these?"

"Maybe he's too scared to tell you who he is. Maybe he's ugly or fat. He could be an old man, you know," Alice suggested.

"I don't care if he's any of those things, as long as I know who he is! I don't know how he can write such amazing, emotional things, and not tell me who he is!" I sighed, gripping the letter in my hands with all the strength I could conjure. I wanted to rip it, tear it up into a million pieces and pretend like I had never received it. At the same time, the idea of not having these words written to me made me feel somehow empty...and alone.

I tightened my grip on the red envelope before carefully tucking it in the inside pocket of my purse. No matter the frustration that came along with them, these letters were a lifeline to me.

I felt Rosalie's eyes on me while I secured the letter, so I wasn't surprised when she spoke up.

"Are you falling for the man who writes you the letters?" she teased.

"What? No! How could I? That would be...I mean, that would just be nuts. Right?"

I looked at my two friends who looked at each other, then back at me. When their eyes met mine, I knew I had lost. My feelings had been unearthed, driven to the surface by the frustration I held inside for the anonymous man.

His words had single-handedly brought me back from the dead, where I had locked everything up tightly inside. Since the first day I read his beautiful letters, I had somehow begun to feel again.

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