Title: The Cullen Enterprise

Author: Amethyst Jackson

Rating: M

Summary: Bella has no idea how she's going to continue supporting herself and her recovering father on her meager income…until a certain CEO waltzes in with an offer she can't refuse.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are in no way mine, and that is why I am making absolutely ZERO dollars off this story. And the idea isn't all that original, either, so I'm really not making any claims here.

Chapter Eleven: Taking It Easy

The next thing I knew, Edward had pinned me to the greenhouse wall and was kissing the daylights out of me. I'd never been kissed like this before, and his hunger ignited an equal response within me.

His body pressed flush against mine. His thigh wedged between my legs, right up against my sex, and my breasts were mashed against his chest. I sucked on his bottom lip like my life depended on it and ground my hips absently against him. Our jeans kept me from finding much friction, and my sound of frustration made Edward pull away from me.

"It's getting dark. We should go inside." His voice was raspy, his lips reddened from kissing. I glanced up and saw that the sky had turned a deep, dark blue.

Edward took me by the hand, and I let him lead me back into the house. We stopped in the living room where we stood staring awkwardly at one another.

"What do you usually do on a Saturday night?" Edward asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

I snorted. "Come home from work, cook dinner, eat dinner, clean up dinner, shower, deal with the bills, and sleep. What do you usually do?"

"Come home from work, have dinner, work a little more, watch some TV and sleep," he said with a wry grin.

I laughed. "Maybe we should start a new tradition?"

"Movie?" he suggested.

I agreed, and we took our places at each end of the extremely comfortable couch. Edward found a new movie starting on HBO that we both wanted to see, and we settled in to watch.

Less than halfway through the movie, my eyes began to droop. A long yawn escaped me, and Edward looked my way.

"Are you tired?"

"I'm not used to being up this late," I said sheepishly.

"Do you want to go to bed?"

I hesitated. I wasn't sure what his idea of us 'going to bed' was, and his green eyes gave away nothing. After what happened in the greenhouse, I couldn't deny wanting something more tonight, but I wasn't sure what exactly he expected from me.

"Yeah, I'm ready for bed," I said eventually.

Edward turned off the TV. "I'll lock up down here and meet you upstairs, okay?"

"Okay." I was a bundle of nerves going up the stairs. I stopped on the second floor to change into my pajamas - the nice ones - and grabbed my toothbrush. I wasn't sure what else I would need, so I gave up and went upstairs. Edward wasn't there yet. I went into the bathroom and started brushing my teeth.

When I came out of the bathroom, Edward was by the clothes hamper, and he was in the middle of taking off his jeans. His shirt was already off.

Dear God in heaven. He had the most beautiful body of any man who'd ever lived.

Edward glanced up and caught my stare as he stepped out of his pants. He'd already shed his socks, leaving him standing before me in nothing but boxer-briefs.

The man should be an underwear model. How was it possible to have abs like that in real life? And why did the sight of his happy trail do such wicked things to me?

I could feel his eyes on me as I ogled him, but I couldn't look away...especially not when I realized he was getting hard. For me, no less.

"Bella?"

When I looked up at his face, I knew I had to be flushed a bright red. I couldn't meet his eyes. "Yeah?"

"I don't expect anything to happen tonight," he said, drawing closer. "I know we talked about sex, but...we can ease into that."

My first reaction was disappointment. I should have been relieved, but I wasn't. I'd been counting on him to initiate things...maybe even looking forward to it...and now he was putting it back on me, offering to go at my pace.

The longer we waited, the more nervous I would be.

He was standing close now, watching my face with concern, and I knew I had to be brave now if we were ever going to move forward with this...arrangement.

I placed my hands on his shoulders, my palms tingling as I touched his warm skin, and I stretched up on tiptoes to kiss him. His soft lips moved readily against mine, and I locked my hands behind his neck to hold him to me while I slipped my tongue out to taste him. His hands settled on my hips and gripped tightly.

I pressed my body against his and pulled away just far enough to speak.

"I don't want to ease into it."

His breath hitched, a soft puff of air against my lips, and his voice was low and husky when he responded, "I promise you won't regret it."

I was going to hold him to that.

Edward guided me back toward the bed, growing bolder now that he had my acquiescence. His fingers found the hem of my silky tank top and pulled it slowly up my body and over my head. My previous sexual experiences hadn't exactly left me confident being bare before another person, but I fought the desire to cover myself and let Edward's eyes focus on my breasts. He made a soft noise of approval, and I looked down to see that he'd grown fully hard beneath his boxers.

Edward grazed his fingers over my breasts but didn't linger, instead running his hand down my stomach to the shorts that matched my now missing top. With a gentle push from Edward, the shorts found themselves on the floor and I found myself only in my panties.

"Are you sure you're ready?" Edward asked, running his index finger over the lace border atop my panties. His eyes held a hunger that I'd seen earlier in the greenhouse, a hunger that I'd never seen from a man looking at me before. All my life, I'd been just Bella, a plain quiet girl who worked hard and took care of her parents. Edward looked at me like I was a woman, someone to be pursued and desired, and that was something I hadn't even known I'd been missing.

"I'm ready," I promised.

With another push, my panties hit the floor and I stood naked in front of Edward Cullen. He looked me up and down and his tongue flicked out to wet his lips.

"You're gorgeous, Bella. Do you know that?"

I shook my head. I'd never known that.

"Oh, Bella." He shook his head, looking straight into my eyes in a way that somehow made me feel more naked. "Get on the bed."

When he said it like that, all direct and confident, I had to obey. Once I was reclining against the pillows, trying to be comfortable when every possible position left me exposed, Edward took off his boxes and gave me my first view of his fully naked body.

Broad shoulders. Strong legs. Lean muscle. Perfect cock.

I had a feeling my prior experiences hadn't prepared me at all for him.

He climbed onto the bed, moving gracefully over me, and gently nudged my knees apart. When our faces were level, he kissed my lips softly and slowly until I clenched my hands in his hair and forced him to deepen the kiss.

His tongue tangled with mine briefly before he broke away to run his lips along my jaw. He nipped at my earlobe and trailed wet kisses down my neck. The contact with sensitive skin sent the good kind of shivers down my spine and built on that spark that began with our first kiss earlier.

Edward nuzzled the crook of my neck and moved lower, skimming his lips over the crests of my breasts. I watched his lips close around a nipple and his jaw flex as he sucked it into his mouth.

The sharp, wet tug sent a bolt of pleasure straight to my sex. I tried to tell him I liked it, but it came out as a moan.

He seemed to understand anyway.

I gave into feeling, letting Edward show me just what my body was capable of. When his fingers found my sex, I realized no one had ever truly touched me before.

It was amazing.

At first he explored gently, but once his thumb pressed down on my clit, he didn't let up again, and once his two fingers reached my entrance, they didn't hesitate.

It took him less than a minute. At the insistent thrust of his fingers and his swiftly circling thumb, I came. It was easily the best orgasm I'd ever had. As my sex pulsed with wave after wave of pleasure, I writhed on the bed and moaned like a freaking porn star, and I couldn't have helped it if I wanted to.

"God, look at you," Edward murmured as he brought me down safely from the heights of pleasure. "That sated expression...that lovely pink flush across your skin. You were made for this. I can't tell you how badly I want you right now."

He couldn't tell me, but his body could. Between his legs, his cock stood fully erect, long and thick, swollen with an arousal that only I could sate. Was it wrong for me to want this as badly as I did?

It didn't feel wrong.

"If you want me," I told him, wetting my dry lips, "Then take me."

A/N: Oooh, that Amethyst is one cockblocking bitch. So technically I failed to update on Saturday...so sorry. It's difficult for me to focus on fic when I'm at home and can do whatever I want...

Q&A time.

Q: Is it wrong that I would have wanted to eat Edward's cheesecake? (from ch 5)

A: No. If he'd asked me to be his personal sex kitten over dessert, I probably would have said to throw in the cheesecake and he'd have a deal.

Q: Are you more a vegetable or fruit kind of person?

A: Fruit. I never did learn to eat my veggies.

Q: What about birth control? AIDS/STD testing?

A: Will be addressed next chapter, promise.

Q: How much of this is going to be about sex?

A: ...A lot of it. I like exploring the impact of sex in developing a relationship (which is why I wanted to attempt this premise so badly).

Q: When you say you're not into marriage and babies, does that mean it won't be a HEA?

A: I guess that depends on how you define a HEA. If HEA = marriage and children for you, then I can't guarantee I'll get that far, but it will end happily.

Q: Where in the central zone do you live?

A: Kansas. Yay.

Okay, guys, see you tomorrow.