*comes out from hiding place and waves white flag*
Hi my wonderful, bb's! You cannot believe how sorry I am for taking so long to get this chapter written and out for your perusal. I could give you a ton of excuses but I won't. You don't want to hear all my RL crap. SO, without further ado, I give you *waves hand in a grand gesture* Chapter 11.
Conferenceward lives up to his 'ward' name. See pic tease here: www . twitpic . com / 33uo02
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He-ey, he-e-ey, he-e-ey. Your lipstick stains, on the front lobe of my left side brains. I knew I wouldn't forget ya and so I went and let you blow my mind.
Confused, I looked around my office to figure out where the music was coming from. My cell phone, perched on the edge of my desk, blinked with Edward's beautiful face. I laughed and rolled my eyes, but I couldn't remove the silly grin that spread across my face. Edward had obviously given himself a special ringtone while I was out of the room at some point during our weekend. I picked up the phone and accepted the call.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Soul Sister, whatcha doing?"
I giggled a little at his silliness. I found it hard to control myself around him, even on the phone apparently. Trying to regain some semblance of a grown woman, I straightened my back and addressed my phone situation.
"When did you give yourself a new ringtone?" I asked with an accusatory tone. I was barely able to keep the laugh inside as I attempted to sound irritated.
I may or may not have sniggered a little.
And Edward may or may not have heard said snigger.
He scoffed in mock frustration. "Well, yeah I changed it. No boyfriend in his right mind would want Katie Perry alerting his girlfriend that he's calling."
I was barely able to contain my giggle. "But it's Firework. Get it? You're a firework…my firework?"
"No guy wants a girl song as his ringtone. It's emasculating."
I finally let go of the embarrassing laugh that had been forcing its way out. He chuckled with me until my giggle fit subsided. I understood exactly what he meant, I just thought it was funny that he'd spend the time to dig through my phone and change the song. It was…cute.
"So, what are you doing?"
"Well, I was just thinking about my really hot boyfriend and how much I really would rather be at home...in bed…than here at work," I told him, slightly above a breathy whisper.
"Mmmhhmm. And this really hot boyfriend of yours, does he know how to take extra special care of you?" he asked with his sultry, velvet voice.
"Uh huh, so very much," I breathed.
"Well, I'll tell you what. You let me treat you to lunch and I'll see what I can do to help take your mind off work for a bit. Hmmm?"
Sunday night Edward and I had had a small disagreement as to how I was going to get to work on Monday. He wanted me to stay another night with him and just drive me himself. Ideally it sounded like a terrific idea; we worked for the same company and both had to be there at eight. But Miss Responsible stomped in and reminded me that I had no work clothes with me. And it didn't help that she had been walking around with a really long stick up her ass toward the end of the weekend. She had made it blatantly obvious that she didn't think it was such a good idea. Edward reluctantly agreed to take me home with the promise that we would have lunch together on Monday. I was still feeling a little strange about the fact that we worked together but his soft lips and hard body helped me push it aside, even if just for the weekend.
"Bella?"
Edward's voice brought me back to the present.
"Lunch...right. Where did you want to go?"
"I don't care. We can go wherever you want. Can you leave now?" he asked with a slight pout in his voice.
I looked at the clock on my computer and laughed a little.
"Baby, it's only ten-thirty. Do you think you can wait another hour?" I asked.
Although leaving a little early and returning a little late wouldn't be that bad, would it? Miss Carefree chimed from behind her dark rimmed glasses, uncrossing and crossing her legs, Sharon Stone-Basic Instinct style.
Miss Responsible jumped up from behind her desk and roughly threw her hands on her hips. Her face twisted into a bitchy sneer and her breathing was labored. The message came through loud and clear. Be responsible. You're at work. Do your job, Bella.
"I can wait an hour if you'll meet me in conference room three-o-three in five minutes to stave off my appetite."
My eyes widened and I looked around my office as if someone other than me could have heard his request. The door was closed and I was on my cell phone; there was no way anyone had heard him. I breathed a small sigh of relief.
"Yeah, I'll meet you there, but only for a kiss and then back to work, mister."
Miss Responsible threw herself back down into her chair and crossed her arms over her chest with a huff.
Miss Carefree stuck her tongue out at her and skipped out of the room with a giddy grin. She was wearing sparkling butterfly wings on her back and I had to wonder what she was up to.
"Five minutes, sweet girl. I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," I answered with a smile before ending the call.
Think!
I had to think fast. I needed to come up with an excuse as to why I would leave my office and not send Jessica to do whatever errand I needed done.
I stepped out of my office and hoped that Jessica was too engrossed in her game of Word Whomp to be too bothered with me.
"Jessica, I left something in my car, I'll be back as quick as I can," I said as I brushed past her desk.
She barely offered a glance and a nod before looking back at her computer screen. I was slightly relieved that she didn't question me or offer to help. Though, thinking about it, I really should have been upset that she didn't at least attempt to help me. I needed to talk to my boss about a new assistant.
I rode the elevator alone to the third floor. It wouldn't be odd that I was on the third floor, just odd that I was on the third floor when there wasn't a meeting scheduled. So just in case, I stole several glances around to make sure no one took undue notice of my presence.
Tucked around a bend in a practically unnoticeable corner of the office was the small conference room. As I reached the door I noticed it was cracked open, so I slipped in quietly – making sure to close it behind me. The room was dark, save for the muted light coming from under the door. My body buzzed with excitement right before strong hands grabbed me around the waist. My breath caught at the same time familiar lips caressed my neck. I sighed in relief knowing it was Edward.
"Mmmm, I've missed you," he whispered, dragging his soft lips down the column of my neck.
"Edward."
"Shhh…" he hushed across my skin.
He reached around and gently tilted my chin to gain better access to my neck. I loved the feel of his lips on me…anywhere. His tongue skimmed across my sensitive skin, making me want much, much more than just the simple kiss I promised. Once he reached my ear for a nibble I turned in his arms.
There was little preamble to our kiss. It started out heated, needy and hard. Fingers shoved into hair, bodies pressed tighter together than humanly possible and breathing was scarce. The room was filled with an urgency and intense desire. It had hardly been twelve hours since we had made love but my desperate need for all things Edward consumed me.
Though his arms were tight around me his hands still roamed; I moaned when one and then the other started to rub my ass. With gentle firmness he pulled me impossibly closer into him - into his thick erection. He was consuming me. I couldn't care less where we were in that moment. He lifted me to rest on the small conference table and moved to stand between my spread legs. My pencil skirt pushed up and bunched at my hips as he pulled me closer against him. Our lips never separated as our hands continued to roam.
It couldn't have been more than 2 minutes before a loud cackling laugh close by snapped me out of my Edward induced haze. He sensed my hesitation and pulled back, but only slightly. His lips continued their assault on my overheated neck and chest as if he hadn't heard the noise at all.
"Edward," I whispered into the dark room.
I was trying to get his attention but I think he thought it was more of an, Oh Edward, yes Edward, kind of "Edward".
It wasn't.
"Hmm?" He moaned in question while his tongue and teeth assaulted the hollow of my neck.
"Edward," I hissed and grabbed his shoulders to capture his attention.
He stopped immediately and snapped out of his little bubble.
"What?" he asked in a slightly whiney tone, much like a little boy who had just been reprimanded.
"We're going to get caught. What if someone needs to come in here?" I anxiously whispered.
He chuckled at my nervousness. "No one's going to come in here. I talked to Beverly and she booked the room for me for the rest of the day. She thinks I'm on an important, all day conference call. Aside from her, I have the only key." He stepped into me again and secured his warm hands around my spread thighs. "We can stay in here all day if we want," he whispered against my lips.
"Mmm, all day?" I asked as my nerves started to subside.
"Mmhmm," he hummed across my lips.
"What would we do cooped up in this tiny room all day long? Hypothetically speaking," I murmured, with a low tone of lust rasping my voice.
I had come to learn that Edward had a way of making me forget anything else around us at times. And this was one of those times.
"Hypothetically?"
"Mmmhmm."
"We could stay in here until it was time to go home. I could take you as mine right here on this conference table and then take you home and do it all over again later, on my bed. Hypothetically, of course."
"Of course," I breathed. "How would it all start, do you think? If we were to - hypothetically – fuck right here on-"
The rest of my words never came. Edward pressed forward so fast I couldn't complete the sentence. And right about now I couldn't care less. The urgency and intensity was back, hotter than before.
He grabbed my waist and pulled me tighter against him. We were pressed together from lips to hips, without a millimeter of space between us. His lips were soft and insistent and his fingers worked themselves down to my skirt to push it further up my hips. I could feel his hardened cock pressed against me, exactly where I needed it. I pulled back just enough to unbutton his shirt and push it over his broad shoulders. My blouse was next and quickly made its way down my arms and onto the top of the table, trapping my hands behind me in the most delicious way. I could hear the clinking of Edward's belt as he released it from its hold. His zipper was next and the noise from it sounded loud in the tiny room.
Miss Responsible chided me for my at-work-antics. I understood where she was coming from but I was too far gone to do anything about it. The only thing on my mind was the task at hand. I needed Edward to fuck me within an inch of my life and I needed him to do it right now.
But we needed to hurry.
His fingers inched under my skirt again and gently rubbed me through my panties. He moaned - at the feel of how wet they were, no doubt. I wanted to help him remove them faster, but my hands were still loosely bound behind me by my blouse. He slowly worked his way up to the hem and toyed with the tiny bows before hooking his fingers under the band.
He was going slow…painfully slow.
"Rip 'em," I whispered.
He stilled and hummed his question in response.
"Rip. Them," I ordered with a little more authority. I wasn't sure where it came from, but I knew that if we didn't speed things along I was going to explode.
He growled and fisted his hand around my panties, shoving his tongue back into my mouth. In one swift move my panties were in shreds and he plunged his heavy cock deep inside me. I had no time to think about what was happening. Edward had gripped his hands tightly behind my knees and drew me even closer to the table's edge. My confined arms flew back to brace me from falling altogether. Using the leverage he gained from his grip on my legs, Edward pounded into me exactly like I had hoped. It was fast, deep and intense.
He hissed quietly through his clenched teeth, "Is this what you…wanted? You wanted me…to fuck you hard, here in this tiny room…where anyone could hear us? Is that…what you…wanted?" he asked as he pounded relentlessly into my core.
I moaned a loud yes in response. He slowed his thrusting but continued to glide into me with ease, pressing against my clit with each slow, deep plunge. He leaned in so close I could feel his breath across my cheek.
"Ah, ah, ah, sweet girl," he whispered against my overheated skin. "If you want me to keep this up, you'll need to quiet down. You don't want us to be interrupted do you?"
"Uuunn, no…no. I'll be quiet. Just…please, baby…faster," I breathed.
"Good girl."
Those were the last words spoken aloud.
Edward worked my body into a frenzy I never knew existed. He alternated between hard, fast thrusts and slow, deep grinding – keeping me so close to the edge I nearly screamed for release. But I knew better. That would put an immediately stop to our little rendezvous.
He leaned in closer to kiss me. I felt his fingers gently massage my clit as our movements became more synchronized.
He wanted me to cum.
I wanted to cum.
Badly.
I felt the pressure that had been building so high, release and wash over me in sweet relief. His lips and probing tongue kept me quiet as he worked me through my orgasm. He slowed his thrusting and moved his fingers – wrapping them around my thighs once again.
Edward pulled me from the table and walked a short distance before sitting. I felt cool leather beneath my bent knees and knew exactly where we were. Placing my hands on the arms of the large conference chair, I used them as leverage to slip up and down along his steel hard erection. He placed a steady hand across my back as the other moved to help guide my hips.
Hot lips attached to my sensitive nipple and almost caused me to cry out in ecstasy. My second orgasm rushed through me with no warning, making me gasp in surprise. Strong fingers wrapped around my hair, forcing our lips together quickly. I whimpered as our breaths became one. Edward's thrusts became erratic and his hold of my hair bordered that fine line between pain and pleasure. His tongue became insistent just before I felt his dick pulse his orgasm deep within me.
We both slowed to a stop and he wrapped his arms tight around my waist – my head pressed into his shoulder. Our breathing was heavy and our hearts thrummed against our chests. I openly kissed his neck as his mouth opened against my collar bone. He was tasting me, as I was him.
His fast breaths were warm across my chest. "I love you, beautiful." He punctuated his words with a lingering kiss on the swell of my breast.
I fingered the damp hair at the nape of his neck. "I love you too, baby."
We squeezed one another tight before loosening our hold to get ourselves up and back in order. He helped me from his lap and held a steady hand on my hip until I was able to stand on my own.
In our rush to connect we had both only partially undressed, which made it easier to get dressed and attempt to make myself look presentable. I smoothed down my skirt, buttoned my blouse and ran my fingers through my hair in an attempt to tame it.
After redressing, Edward turned on the harsh florescent lights to find my now useless panties. He stood in front of me with a sheepish look on his face. Looking down I saw the shredded lace dangling from his fingers and cringed. They were one of the pairs I bought in Chicago…one of my favorite pairs. As always, I got so caught up in the moment with Edward I didn't think twice about them being pretty and expensive – I thought of them as an obstacle that needed to be eliminated in the fastest possible way.
"Ummm…sorry?"
The look on his face was too cute to not laugh out loud at. I doubled over and had to cover my mouth with both hands to keep from being too loud.
"What?" he asked with a big smile on his face.
"You. You had the cutest look on your face."
"Well, I feel bad. Your panties are ruined and it's my fault." He paused for a split second before continuing. "But I guess there's one good thing to come from it." He approached me slowly but kept his eyes on mine. "I happen to be the only one in this entire building who knows – without a shadow of a doubt," he leaned in close and whispered against my ear, "that you're not wearing panties under that tight little skirt of yours."
I shivered from his sultry voice and felt like I might want to stay in that room for a little while longer. He kissed under my ear and stepped back, tucking my destroyed panties into his jacket pocket, patting it for posterity.
~*SIML*~
I stepped back onto the third floor elevator, alone, and something didn't feel right. A cold chill ran down my spine and I shuddered.
After I stepped out of the elevator I rushed toward my office. I couldn't shake the strange feeling. It felt like someone was watching me, but I was probably just being paranoid. I had just had sex – amazing sex - with Edward.
On a conference table.
At work.
Miss Responsible was so pissed she was nowhere in sight. Miss Carefree was fucking floating around with her butterfly wings giggling like she knew that shit was going to happen all along.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Jessica's voice pulled me from my internalizing. I racked my brain to come up with an answer.
"Huh? Oh…um…yeah, no I guess I left it at home," I answered vaguely.
I started back to my office and was almost out of the line of fire before she started again.
"Is it something I can get for you?" she asked.
I cringed. Now she was trying to be helpful. All I was trying to do was sneak back into my office so no one would notice how long I had been gone.
Forty-six minutes.
I had been gone for forty-six minutes.
"Um, no thank you, Jessica. I can just wait until I get home," I answered, hoping she didn't ask me what I was searching for in the first place. I wasn't that good a liar.
"Well, if it's your lunch or something I can get you a bite while I'm out."
Lunch?
Lunch!
That was it. Lunch.
I decided to do my best impression of an actress, hoping that Jessica's inept ability to be a good assistant extended to her sleuth skills.
"Lunch is exactly what I left at home, Jessica, yes. If you would pick something up for me, that would be great. Nothing big, really. Maybe just a drink and piece of pie? I don't want to put you out. And now that I think about it, I'm not all that hungry."
I darted my eyes around her form and over her shoulder. I still couldn't shake that creepy feeling, but nothing stood out.
She nodded her head like a bobble-head doll. "Okay, I can do that," she exclaimed.
"Thank you, Jessica," I said as I turned and tried - for a second time - to slink back into my office.
"What kind?"
Grrr… I was almost there.
I closed my eyes and they rolled into the back of my head – involuntarily, of course. I couldn't believe she decided to pick now to start trying to be a good assistant. I put the best smile I could muster on my face and turned to address her once again.
"What kind of what?" I asked sweetly.
"What kind of pie?" she chirped.
It took all I had not to let out a huge, exasperated sigh. "Apple would be perfect. Thank you."
I turned again and just about had my door closed before I heard her again.
"And to drink? What do you want to drink?" she asked in an excited voice.
I mashed my lips together to keep from blurting something alone the lines of, "I don't give two shits what you bring back, so long as you leave me the fuck alone and let me go back into my damn office in peace." But instead I put a smile on my face – once again – and turned to answer her. "Anything with caffeine will be fine, thanks so much, Jessica."
I closed the door before she could ask any more questions or respond in any way. I engaged the lock for good measure.
~*SIML*~
There was still no peep from Jessica when noon rolled around. I was really glad that I hadn't depended on her to get my lunch.
Lunch? Please? I miss you! ~E
He was incorrigible. It had been slightly less than an hour since I left him in the conference room, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
But he did! Miss Carefree responded from the ceiling, still floating around like she was filled with helium.
I rolled my eyes through a smile but knew I couldn't ignore him…ever.
Lunch sounds good. Meet you at the elevator in five? ~B
It only took a few seconds before he responded.
Counting it down, beautiful 3 ~E
I smiled at his sweet nature. I don't think I would ever get used to being treated so incredibly. Edward was - hands down – the best boyfriend I had ever had. He was sweet, attentive, a gentleman and unintentionally sexy. He didn't try to be any of those things, he just was.
I closed all the open programs on my computer and gathered my phone and purse. I unlocked and opened the door to my office to see the floor half empty. It looked like several of the temps and assistants had taken their lunch at the same time.
Another chill ran down my spine as I stepped out to lock the door behind me. I did another quick glance around the floor and locked onto a pair of hateful eyes. James glared at me for an instant before a noise to his right broke the contact. I shivered a little before steeling myself – my back ramrod straight – and headed toward the elevator to meet Edward for lunch.
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