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JPOV

It was all a blur. My hands moved over his body, trying to memorize every plane, every hard muscle in his body. I was drowning in sensation, unable to breathe. I was aware that my shirt was now unbuttoned and currently being pulled from my dress pants, but I was more interested in the way Edward's fingers trailed down my stomach, running underneath the waistband. My hips bucked against his, and I eagerly moved my own hands to pull at his shirt, my hands running up his back, using my nails when it became clear he wanted this a little rough.

This was too good. I was a lawyer, but I knew that had to be some secret law that I was unaware I was breaking. Because it felt illegal. Too damn amazing for its own good.

I had been fighting this for too long. Since the moment I laid eyes on him at that first meeting, I knew I was in trouble. It wasn't the first time I was attracted to a coworker, but it had never been so potent, so lethal of an attraction before.

Like I would die if I didn't have him.

I stopped thinking when his hand cupped my erection, which was dying to burst through my pants. It was painful in the most pleasurable way I'd ever experienced.

"Fuck, Edward," I sighed, wrenching my lips away to tug on his strange and beautiful bronze hair. I thrust my hips into his hand and nearly came just from the sensation. Either I was insanely drunk, or he was just that good. Perhaps a healthy combination of both.

My theory was proven when Edward bit down on my neck and I threw my head back, and the room spun. I groaned, partly from the sensation, and partly because somehow he'd found my favorite spot. Soooo good….

"I want you so bad," he groaned into my ear, the very first thing he'd said to me all night. His voice was deep and husky, and it aroused me even more. "Jasper… my God, you've been torturing me… I can't take it anymore…"

Neither could I. I dragged my lips to his again, and positively jumped him. We stumbled back until we reached the couch on the opposite wall to my desk, and I landed on top of him, immediately grinding myself on his thigh. I could feel his hardness against my leg, and moaned into his mouth with fervor. The friction was incredible, and we were still wearing pants.

No good.

As if he could read my mind, Edward started fiddling with the button on my pants, but in his drunken state, he had issues with it. I found myself chuckling, and he looked up at me with a blazing look in his eye. I reached between us and helped him with my pants, and I was all too eager to help him out with his.

We were shirtless and pantless, and making out heavily on the couch. His hands dug into my hips, and both of us were moaning like we were the most content men in the world, and the most turned on, too. I knew I at least qualified for the title.

I wrenched my mouth to his neck, nipping and laving my tongue against the skin there. He writhed beneath me, and through the thin material of our underwear, I could feel his full arousal against mine.

More, please, more…

EPOV

I couldn't get enough, and I couldn't stop. I don't know what had gotten into me, but I was out of control, but Jasper didn't seem to want me to stop, either, so I just went with it.

And started tugging on his boxers.

"Please, Edward," he moaned. "I want to feel all of you. I need to…" His southern accent was apparently even thicker when he was aroused, and that aroused me to the point of pain. He was so perfect. His body was hard, yet soft under my hands. I ran my hands over his hard muscle, and groaned with pleasure. I loved how his hips were so narrow under my hands, how his hair felt through my fingers, how his hard cock ground against my own.

"God, Jasper, I need you, too," I whimpered. I finally grasped him through his underwear, and he let out the single most sexy sound I've ever heard in my life. My mouth salivated, wanting to feel him there, and with a sudden feat of strength, I flipped him over onto his back. The movement made my head spin, but I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. I moved down his face to his jaw, and then down his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses as I went. He whimpered and squirmed beneath me, rubbing his thigh against my cock. I wondered what would happen if I played with his nipples, so I did, and he groaned my name.

I bit down around one before moving down further. I looked up at Jasper as I reached his belly button, both of us knowing exactly what would happen if I kept going. He nodded lazily, eyes half lidded and dark with arousal. I just wanted to… devour him. So that's what I did.

Slowly, I grabbed the waistband of his underwear, and tugged southwards. I could see his cock straining to be freed, and when I had finally pulled the fabric far enough down, his cock bobbed in the air between us, huge and hard and oozing with precum, all for me. I licked my lips greedily as I thought of how it could be, and then he raised up his hips to help the boxers fall to the ground as I pulled.

"Oh God," he moaned as I started stroking him gently, the way I'd always imagined. "Please, harder, more."

So I gave him more. I slipped the tip of his cock into my mouth, and sucked… hard. I was rewarded with "Jesusholyfuckingshityes!" and I hummed with pleasure of the knowledge that I made him feel good. His hands found themselves wound in my hair, tugging more roughly than I would have normally liked, but with him, I liked it a lot. In fact, it spurred me on, especially when he started thrusting his hips up to meet me, essentially fucking my face. I'd never given anyone head before, but I felt like I was doing a good job when Jasper started muttering incoherently, his body moving faster and faster under me.

I took as much of him in as possible, gagging a bit before relaxing and letting him fill my mouth completely. I gripped his hips hard and lightly used my teeth. He gasped and grabbed my hair hard. I moaned around his cock, and that apparently set him off. With a moan of my name, Jasper came into my mouth, hard, and I did my best to swallow it all up. God, he tasted fantastic. I wanted to drink him down every single day.

Maybe he'd let me…

"Your turn," he said, when I finally released his cock, unwillingly, I might add. My heart throbbed in my throat as he pushed me back on the couch so that he was hovering over me again. He kissed me deeply, and I thought I might explode just from the sheer idea that he could taste himself on my tongue. This time I was the one to tug on his hair, and he seemed to like it just as much as I had. He too kissed down my body, leaving trails of fire everywhere his lips touched, and when he reached the band of my underwear, I raised my hips to help him quickly remove the offending article.

When his mouth closed around me, my eyes rolled up into the back of my head, and the most ungodly moan escaped my lips. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck," was the only word I could muster. He was a god. His tongue swirled around the tip of my cock, and while one hand held the base of my cock and twisted lightly, the other reached down to cup my sack, rolling my balls in his hand gently. Oh God. It had never been like this for me before, never. Not even the fantasies I'd had about him had felt this good.

I leaned back and just felt the way he sucked me, fighting with myself to hold off, to enjoy this for just a bit longer. Because I was seconds away from cumming. I had been ever since he pushed me against the wall and kissed me. It was almost painful. Not almost. It was painful. But Jasper made it feel oh so good. He knew exactly where to lick, where to suck, where to even nibble to heighten each sensation.

I felt my body tense up, and knew I couldn't hold off much longer. "Jasper, I need to… I'm going to…"

"Let go," he moaned, and then sucked down hard on the head as his hands twisted around the base of my cock in opposite directions.

It was too much to bear. A few more moments of pure sexual insanity, and then I let go, as Jasper had bidden. I filled up his mouth with my cum, eyes rolling back into my head as he swallowed around my cock several times. "Shit," I moaned. My hands flew up to my eyes to rub them, completely unsure at this moment if it was a dream or not.

But then Jasper was kissing me, and I could taste myself in his mouth, and our two flavors mixed together, and we kissed until I was half-hard again, and fuck, I never wanted to stop.

These kisses were more gentle, the urgency of our previous kisses gone. But there was passion, oh God, so much passion. I'd never be satiated.

He pulled back, and our foreheads rested against each other. Our hands continued to caress, to wander and explore each other as we stared into each other's eyes. My fingertips traced his lips and I knew then I'd love him forever.

I touched my lips to his throat, and he moaned my name, and I could never leave this couch again, and I'd be content. He snuggled into me, and we closed our eyes.

BPOV

Emmett's mouth was so eager against mine, and I rewarded his eagerness with my tongue. Our kiss deepened infinitely, and my arms wrapped around his neck tightly, not wanting to let him go. He felt so right in my arms, and he tasted divine. I moaned as he sucked gently on my tongue, and moved onto my tiptoes so our bodies could be more flush against each other.

I was drowning in him, and it was the best thing that had ever happened to me in my entire life.

So I was angry when he pulled back, placing several chaste kisses on my lips before releasing me.

"Wha-"

"Bella, we need to stop," Emmett said, though he sounded as regretful as I felt. His lips were swollen and I wanted to whimper with need for them to be back on me again.

I reached for him, but he backed up. "Emmett-"

He interrupted again. "This isn't right."

A punch of pain went through me at his rejection. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, and he reacted quickly, stepping back to me and gathering me in his arms again. A part of me felt whole again… but not all. Because he still apparently didn't want me.

"I just meant… you're upset. You just saw… and I don't want to take advantage of that."

I thought about that for a minute. He probably thought I was drunk and crazy angry. And yeah, I was a little bit of the latter, but I had barely had anything to drink tonight, so it wasn't any kind of buzz making me act this way. It was what I wanted.

"You're not taking advantage of me," I said softly, playing with the hair at the back of his neck. He shivered involuntarily. "I want you, Emmett."

"God, I want you, too," he moaned, and that was the first time I noticed just how much he wanted me. I could feel it against my stomach. "But I just think that you've had a shock and whether or not you know it now, it's something that has affected you. And I just need to make sure I'm not the ass that makes you do something you'll regret later. I don't want you to regret me." He looked so young and vulnerable as he admitted this, and I realized in that moment that he really must have feelings for me if he didn't want to be a regret. He was the one stopping me, making sure I didn't do something dumb. Because whether I liked it or not, I was still technically with Edward… and even though he was cheating on me somewhere with Jasper… I still couldn't be that girl.

"Damn it, you're right," I moaned.

"It sucks being the good guy," he groaned, and I had to smile.

"Thank you for taking care of me," I said, tracing his lips with my finger. "Thank you for not taking advantage of me when you so easily could."

"Once again," he sighed. "It sucks being the good guy."

I kissed the side of his neck and let him release me. "Can I sleep here tonight still?"

"Of course," he said with a smile. "I was going to let you whether you threw yourself at me or not." He kept his voice light, but I could hear the underlying strain, and I felt it, too. Despite his infallible logic, I still wanted to kiss him, feel him underneath me, let him love me. I still ached for him.

I swallowed hard, and I heard him gulp, too. We were staring at each other in the still-dark apartment, and I felt the energy crackle between us. It had been strong before, but now that I knew how his hands felt as he held me tight, and how dominant his kiss was, it was pure torture to not touch him. I looked away, but I still felt his eyes on me, and I knew I was blushing hard.

"I'll take the couch," he finally said.

"Oh, no, I can't kick you out of your bed."

"No, that's fine, the sofa's really soft, it's not big deal," he said. "And besides, if we share a bed… there's no way…" He gave me a sheepish grin, and my heart leapt a little when I thought about what he meant. Finally, he convinced me that he would be fine on the couch, and he handed me ginormous sweats to change into. I smiled at him gratefully before climbing into bed.

I snuggled into the pillows, savoring the scent. It was all Emmett; I was surrounded by him. Needless to say, it made the need for him that much more acute.

I drifted off to sleep with fantasies of Emmett's mouth.

It wasn't until I started to dream that I remembered exactly why I was in this bed. I screamed.

EmPOV

It was impossible to sleep, knowing Bella was in my bed. I knew that it would smell like her in the morning, and I wasn't sure how I'd handle that. I'd have to wash all of my linens just to stop the torture.

Her mouth… It had been too much to handle, the onslaught of emotions, of need, of want, of desire for her. Her lips were so sweet, her tongue tasted way too good. How I found the strength to stop I have no idea. My body was screaming at me to drag her to bed and make love to her over and over again. And she probably would have let me. But goddamn it, it couldn't be like that. I didn't want to give her pity sex, or sympathy sex, or whatever. I wanted it to be when it was just right between us, not when she finds out her boyfriend is gay. Not when she had a boyfriend, period.

Damn me for being a good guy. I hated that.

She talked a lot in her sleep. Not that I was listening or anything… she was just that loud. It pleased me to hear my name escape her lips more than a few times. I wanted to smile with pride. But then her dream took a turn for the worse, and she started screaming. I could hear her rustling around in the sheets, and not in a good way, so I had no choice but to go in and try to help her.

"Bella?" I asked into the dark. I could just barely make out her form on the bed. Even in sleep, she was in distress. She kept mumbling Edward and Jasper's names over and over, bursts of sobs coming out almost like a keening, machine gun sound. "Bella, please, wake up!"

I shook her shoulder softly at first, and then more and more firmly when it became apparent she wasn't going to wake up without more stimuli.

"Bella, please, wake up," I said. "You're dreaming."

"Mmpf, wha?" she asked sleepily, her eyes fluttering open. From the light streaming in from the hallway, I could see that she was crying, eyes rimmed with red. "Emmett?"

"I'm here, honey," I said, rubbing soothing circles into her shoulder. "I'm here."

"Oh God," she moaned into her pillow. "It was real."

I shifted uncomfortably. I was unsure of what to say. I mean, I couldn't deny what we'd both so clearly seen. On the other hand, I didn't want to just say, "Yeah, you're right, that was a bitch of a surprise, huh?"

"Can you stay with me?" she asked in a tiny, insecure voice. She looked so small and sad in my bed, hair mussed up from her dreams, and face streaked with tears. "I mean… I won't try to…"

I had to smile at that. "Yeah, God forbid," I teased. "Yes, I'll stay."

"Thank you," she smiled, though it was a sad smile, and reached out for me. I laid on the bed and held my arms open for her. She snuggled into my chest, and I swear to God, I was happier in that moment I'd ever been in my entire life, even in these horrible circumstances. She made me whole.

We were silent for awhile, and I stared up at the ceiling, willing my body not to react in any inappropriate way, as it was sure to if she kept rubbing up against me the way that she was.

"I was such an idiot," she said, her voice muffled into my shoulder. "I can't believe I didn't see the signs. I mean… I saw them… I just didn't connect them together. I should have known."

I didn't want to point out the fact that she was right, she should have known. But I also knew that sometimes when you're so close to the action, you miss the big picture. You can't see what's so plain in front of your face like outsiders can.

"There really wasn't any way you could have known," I said instead.

"I can't believe… all these years… he was… bi? Gay? And he never told me."

"Maybe he didn't want to admit it, even to himself," I guessed.

She shifted in my arms, her entire body now flush against my side. She was radiating heat, and I was busy trying to control my head, my heart… and my dick. Now is not the time, idiot, I told myself. Definitely not now…

"Maybe," she said, her voice sounding disconnected from her body. "I just never thought…"

I stroked her hair. I wanted to tell her that Edward was the biggest fool in the world for letting her find out this way… for leading her on for so many years without a hint… for cheating on her in plain sight… but none of that would help. Nothing I could say would make her feel better. So I just held her until her breathing evened out and a quiet, adorable little snore escaped.

I burrowed my face in her hair, and breathed in her scent. Even if this was the only night I'd sleep in her arms, I'd remember each and every thing.

Sleep found me when I was busy trying to think about how this could all be fixed, if at all.

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