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Chapter 14

The secret is out!

It was strange trying to act normal with Edward at the client gathering. His face was priceless when he saw me in my red dress; his vision was clouded with desire. Each time I looked up at him throughout the afternoon, he was watching me with lust filled eyes.

"Jacob has told me so much about you Miss Swan," Mr. Jackson, one of our top clients, replied while I was watching Edward network around our clients. How could somebody that hot be mine? Bella, that's your inner school girl talking. Focus! "How are you finding Cetra Black as a company?"

"I find it very rewarding Mr. Jackson," I grinned, noticing Jacob sneak up behind me.

"You don't mind if I steal Miss Swan do you, Mr. Jackson?" Jacob asked, handing him a glass of red wine.

"Not at all, Jacob."

Jacob took my arm and started to lead me away. I noticed Edward scowl in our direction. I think he was trying to reach me, but a client touched his arm, drawing his attention.

Jacob led me outside. Crap, I hope this wasn't the part where he admitted his feelings to me.

"It all seems to be going well," Jacob muttered looking out at the sea.

"Did you need me to speak to the catering staff about the drinks? I noticed they haven't been circling as much as you wanted."

"Edward is having a word with them." Jacob turned to me. "You look stunning today." My mouth was going dry as I watched Jacob start to fidget. "Bella I. . ."

"Jacob." I breathed in relief as Edward appeared on the veranda. "Mark Daniels is asking for you."

"Can't it wait," Jacob snapped, irate.

"No, not really. He's leaving in half an hour," Edward snarled. God, please don't start to fight. Jacob huffed before going back into the party.

"Was Jacob going to. . .?" I couldn't finish my question.

"Yeah, I think so," Edward smirked, pulling me into his arms. "I wasn't going to let Mr. Black try and steal my girl."

"Your girl," I giggled.

"You look breathtaking, Bella," Edward smouldered. His eyes roamed over my body and I had to hold a whimper in.

"You look pretty hot yourself," I muttered, running my hands over his tight fitted grey suit.

"Meet me in the study in half an hour?"

"Why?"

Edward grinned, leaning close to my ear. "I want to put my hands all over that fuck hot body of yours." I was drenched. I might have even just cum a little.

"I'll be there," I panted, watching his lips.

"Good girl," Edward teased, patting my ass before leaving. Fuck, I loved that man so much. I was still drooling as I watched him go back into the apartment.

Each time our eyes met in that half hour, I turned a deep shade of red. I could only imagine what he was going to do to me in that study; I was getting worked up just thinking about it. Why was the time going so slow?

Max was following me round like a lost puppy. I almost tripped over him twice. The second time wasn't as bad though, because Edward managed to catch me before I made a fool of myself.

"Easy Miss Swan. How much have we had to drink today?" he teased, still holding my waist. He could see the desire in my eyes and gulped, letting me go. Ten minutes to go. That was too long.

Edward was called over by the sunshine blonde I remembered from his office last week. I wondered if Jacob would fire me if I accidentally spilt red wine on her nice tight white dress. Her tits looked fake too. Edward didn't like fake tits. He likes nice round breasts. Ones he can get his hands around. My breasts to be exact! I didn't realise I was glaring at her until Edward smiled at me.

When I only had about a minute to go, I raced into the study to wait for Edward.

I backed myself onto the desk in the middle of the room. I crossed my legs. I was going for the sexy vixen, but wasn't really sure if I'd be able to pull it off. I adjusted my boobs, pulling my cleavage up as best I could, and sat tapping the wooden table, waiting impatiently.

Edward was early too. As he closed the door behind him his eyes were dark. He stalked up to me. I'd never had so much sexual tension building inside me before.

"Fuck, Bella." Edward's voice was husky as his hands grabbed my legs, forcing them apart so he could slide in between them. "You've driven me crazy all afternoon." I let out a whimper as his hand caressed my bare thigh.

"Ugh . . . Edward," I groaned. I wanted contact, any contact. Edward smirked, moving in to kiss my lips. As soon as our lips touched there was an explosion of lust. Edward's hands practically forced my legs open as far as they would go. His one hand was caressing my heated centre through my panties while his other hand was massaging my right breast over my dress. That still wasn't enough though; I needed more. I began pulling on his shirt while our tongues collided at a powerful speed, almost biting him at one point. Edward always brought the animal out in me.

"Bella," Edward chuckled against my lips as I began to pull his shirt from his back.

"What?" I pouted pulling away.

"We can't get naked in Jacob's study."

"It's only a shirt." Edward sniggered buttoning his shirt back up. "If we're not going to get naked, why bring me here?" I moped.

"For this," Edward whispered placing his hands on the side of my face, kissing me with so much force it made me breathless. We were lost in the kiss for what seemed like forever. It wasn't until someone cleared their throat, that our lips broke apart.

"Well, this explains a lot," Jacob grinned watching us. "I knew it."

"Jacob, I'm . . ." Edward began to speak as he helped me off the desk.

"Edward," Jacob laughed. "It's fine. I had already gathered as much. You two have been in denial since the first day you met." All I could do was blush. At least Jacob hadn't seen us a few moments earlier when I was groaning Edward's name and trying to get him naked.

"I'm sorry. Did you need us to go back to the clients?" Edward asked wrapping his arms around my waist.

"No, I think we are just about done." Jacob laughed. "But if you guys could take this to the guest room rather than my study, I'd appreciate it." I was as red as a beetroot as Edward lead me out of the study.

"Could that get anymore embarrassing?" I cringed into Edward's chest as we entered my room.

"At least he knows now," Edward muttered into my hair.

"Did you plan that?" I asked looking up at him. His smirk said it all. "You!" I giggled hitting his chest. Edward let out a loud laugh before pulling me onto my bed with him.

"I wasn't sure Jacob would come in, but I hoped he would." Edward beamed, moving a stray hair from my face.

"Do you think he'll tell everyone at work?"

"I doubt it. He is the boss after all. I don't think he does gossip like the rest of us."

"I can't believe he saw you standing in between my legs," I groaned, throwing a pillow over my face.

"It could have been worse," Edward replied moving the pillow. "I was really close to making you scream out my name with my fingers."

"Ugh . . . Edward," I groaned as I felt his hands trail up the thigh. "I thought we were waiting until next weekend."

"We are," Edward muttered, beginning to undo my dress. "But that doesn't mean we can't have a little taste of what's to come." I was lost then, as his lips crashed urgently against mine.

I was content even in my sleep as Edward held me tight in his loving arms later that night. When Edward began to mutter and whimper in his sleep, I couldn't stop my eyes from opening.

"Bree! No , . . Oh God! . . . . .Bree!" Edward's voice was breaking and I could feel his body squirm around mine.

"Edward," I whispered, shaking him. "It's okay. I'm here." Something in my voice relaxed him and he became silent again. It took me a while to go back to sleep because all that was racing around my mind was: who the hell is Bree?

When I woke up in the morning, Edward was still holding me tightly. He hadn't let me go once last night.

"Good morning beautiful," he whispered in my ear. I stretched feeling Edward pull me closer into his bare chest. "Shall I make us both a coffee?"

"Yes please," I beamed, turning to look into his beautiful green eyes. Edward kissed my lips softly before getting out of bed. I was a little disappointed that he was in his sweats; I didn't get the pleasure of his gorgeous, juicy bare ass first thing in the morning. Is Edward just a sex object to you, Bella? Of course he wasn't, but I couldn't ignore the fact that I had one unbelievably hot boyfriend. Was that what Edward was now? Could I even call him my boyfriend?

"What are you thinking?" Edward asked. Crap, when did he get back? Was I daydreaming for that long?

"If you must know, I was wondering what we are to each other now."

"I am hoping we are the love of each other's lives," Edward smirked.

"I know that." I rolled my eyes as Edward handed me a mug of milky coffee.

"Bella," Edward chuckled. "I have no idea what you're going on about."

"Am I your girlfriend again?" Edward let out a loud laugh, shaking his head at me. I put my mug of coffee down pouting at him. "Don't laugh at me Mr. Masen," I glared. Edward responded by cupping my face in his hands.

"You can be so absurd at times, love." He chuckled, kissing my lips tenderly. "You are more than my girlfriend. You are my life." I swooned at his words, smiling against his lips as he moved in for another kiss. Damn, Edward wasn't joking about showing his feelings. As he pushed me down on the bed I could feel his desire growing.

"Edward," I laughed, feeling his lips inch down my neck. "Jacob might hear us."

"He's already gone." Edward muttered into my neck. I could feel his tongue taste my skin.

"He's gone?" I replied, shocked.

"He left us a note," Edward beamed looking up at me. "He thought we would enjoy the alone time."

"That was very considerate of him," I giggled, feeling Edward's hands trail towards my chest.

"Um . . . very considerate," Edward mumbled as his lips descended to my chest. "How do you feel about a little foreplay for breakfast?"

"Sounds like my kind of breakfast," I giggled as I got lost in all that was Edward.

Edward drove us back home later that afternoon. I knew I had to ask him about his nightmare last night, but until we were both fully clothed, my mind was a little distracted.

We were halfway down the high way when I finally gathered enough courage to ask.

"Who is Bree?" Edward swerved his car, parking on the side of the road as he turned to frown at me. It was the first time ever I wished I had kept my mouth shut.

"How the fuck do you know about Bree?" Edward's stare was intense. If I didn't love him so much, it would have scared me.

"You said her name last night in your sleep. You seemed really upset." My voice was just a whisper as Edward began pulling on his hair. That wasn't a good sign.

"Bella, I can't tell you who Bree was." Was? Did that mean she had died? Edward was physically shaking. I knew I had to calm him. Why did I have to open my big mouth? I should've known from his whimpers last night that he wasn't ready to talk about it. Whoever Bree was it was obvious she brought Edward a lot of pain.

"I know that Edward," I exhaled, getting out of the car. He was quick to follow. I sat on the hood for a minute, watching him slowly relax again.

"I know this isn't easy for you Bella. I wish I could tell you, but you have to be sure I am what you want first. There is no going back once the truth is out."

"What sort of statement is that?" I laughed, rolling my eyes at him. "I already know you are what I want. I don't care what trouble you're in. I want you Edward, forever."

Edward chuckled opening my legs so he could slide his body closer to mine.

"Those are bold words Miss Swan," he whispered running his hands through my hair.

"They're true," I replied firmly. I needed Edward to believe me.

"I'll ask you that again in two months," Edward smirked, leaning to kiss my lips. God, his lips. I couldn't believe I was finally kissing them again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in closer with my legs. As his tongue crept into my mouth I couldn't hold back my groan. This was paradise.

"Bella," Edward chuckled, unlocking my legs that were wrapped around him. "If you don't stop grinding against me, I will take you on the hood of my car." Mmm . . . such a hot thought!

"Sorry," I giggled, unwrapping my arms from his neck as well. "Do we really have to wait until next weekend?"

"Yes," Edward's eyes were dark with desire as he spoke. "I want to make love to you, Bella, and you have to let me do it my way. I want to savour you." His voice was husky as his hands ran up my legs. "I want to feel every inch of your desire. I'm going to worship you like a goddess." I was losing it. Edward really wasn't making this easy. I wanted him even more with every touch he made. "In my three years without you, I have thought about little else. Let me do this the right way, the way our first time should've been."

I was putty in his hands. "Okay." I managed to force the word out before his lips caressed mine, soft and lovingly.

"Thank you," Edward muttered as our lips parted. "Now, we really should think about getting back home."

"So, you don't want to take me on the hood of your car?" I teased.

"Maybe next weekend," Edward smirked, helping me down.

Edward and I were back in my apartment a few hours later. He left to pick up some takeout while I ironed my suit for work in the morning. I decided to iron Edward's shirt too; it would save him a job later.

I ran the iron over his suit as well. I'm not sure why, but I checked his pockets. I wasn't looking for anything, but as a small piece of paper fell out and I couldn't help but open it.

It was a receipt from a café in Los Angeles. Edward was in LA when he was away? Bella, you shouldn't know this; Edward is gonna flip.

I stuffed the paper back into his pocket. Maybe I wouldn't iron his suit after all.

I was still jumpy when Edward got back. Should I tell him I know where he was last week? Why was he is LA? Is that where the rest of his family is?

"Aren't you hungry?" Edward asked while I played with my food in the front room.

"Edward, you're going to be really angry with me," I sobbed. I couldn't lie to him. He would know something was wrong.

"What have you done now?" Edward sniggered, leaning back on the couch.

"I found a receipt in your suit pocket. I wasn't looking for anything; I was ironing it for you," I whimpered. Edward's eyes looked puzzled as he watched me. "I know you were in LA last week."

So much emotion hit Edward's face all at once. Fear, annoyance, anger, but he seemed to settle on amused.

"What am I going to do with you?" Edward teased, doing the panty grin. I was drenched within seconds. "Maybe I need to tie you to your bed and keep you there for eternity?" Damn, I couldn't control my groans.

"If you think that is the only way," I whimpered, watching Edward put his plate down and move mine from my lap.

"I'm not angry with you, love," he whispered in my ear. "But don't think you can break me down. We have two months and I am not prepared to waste them going over my past."

"What are we going to do in those two months?" I panted, as his hands began to wander over my body.

"I think you can use your imagination for that," he chuckled, pulling my panties off.

Damn, I loved foreplay, but was counting down the time until next weekend. Edward worshipping my body for a whole weekend: I don't think life could actually get any better than that.