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 Fourteen: Jelly Legs

Edward insisted we leave the dishes in the sink for the time being and ushered me up the stairs.

Edward flopped immediately back down on the beg and patted the mattress.

"Come on, back in bed," he insisted.

I pretended to be irritated with his pushiness, but I wasn't reluctant at all to climb back into bed.

I mean, his mattress was amazing.

Edward had a TV on the wall opposite the bed, which he switched on.

"News, cartoons, or Law & Order re-runs?" Edward asked, holding up the remote.

"Umm...Law & Order?" I hadn't watched Sunday-morning TV in years.

"Excellent choice," he said, switching to a channel he apparently knew by heart. We both hunkered down under the covers and tried to get into the episode that was already halfway over.

I was just starting to understand why the defendant had murdered his wife when I glanced at Edward and found him staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing." But he had a look on his face that I'd seen last night, and I wasn't quite surprised when he moved closer to kiss me.

His lips tasted like maple syrup.

I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back, and I wasn't ashamed to admit I'd been waiting for this all morning. Edward's kisses were soft and sensual and highly addictive.

He let his body come to rest over mine, never allowing our lips to part, and my hands sought out the bare skin of his chest and torso, warm and smooth beneath my palms.

"Bella..." Edward broke away, breathing hard, and looked down at me. "How sore are you this morning?"

I couldn't help smiling. Somebody wanted more sex...someone other than me, even.

"I'm not too sore," I told him, letting my hands slide into his hair. The man had some perfect hair on him, all thick and soft.

He let out a happy hum and kissed me again, but he pulled away too soon.

"And you're comfortable with...?"

I tried not to laugh. "I'm comfortable. I want to."

"Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow at that and reached for the bottom of my tank top. "I have to admit, Bella, I'm unhealthily eager to get you naked again."

I felt a blush steal over my face and neck but raised my arms over my head for him to remove my top. Something about the daylight made me feel more exposed than I had last night, but I made my arms remain above my head and let him look at me.

"Mmm, so beautiful," he sighed, cupping my breasts in his large hands. His skin was ever so slightly rough against mine, forcing every nerve ending to wake up and pay attention. Every brush of his thumbs over my nipples sent a rush of warmth directly to my sex.

I reached for Edward to reciprocate in some way, but he gently placed my hands back over my head against the pillows.

"Let me play," he said with a grin. I couldn't argue with that, so I lay back and let him do what he wanted.

He lowered his head and brought his mouth to my breasts, kissing and nuzzling and making me laugh at his antics. He treated my breasts with a reverence that was probably quite sacrilegious in some circles.

And then his tongue began to swirl around my nipples, and his mouth began to suck. I squirmed around trying to get closer, and he pulled away entirely.

I pouted, and he smirked.

"Don't worry, I have more in mind," Edward said, reaching for my shorts. I lifted my hips so that he could remove my shorts and panties together.

"Tell me...did your ex-boyfriend ever go down on you?" Edward asked, planting his hands on my thighs. I shook my head, and Edward grinned broadly. "Oh, this is going to be fun."

"Um, Edward -" I started to say, but he was already parting my legs and sinking down between them.

He looked up my body to meet my eyes. "Don't even tell me not to do it."

"Okay," I said meekly, and he lowered his head. His lips brushed softly over my clit in a brief, tingle-inducing kiss, and then he swiped the same spot with his tongue.

I saw stars.

Edward worked his mouth eagerly against my sex, licking and sucking, nipping with his teeth, spreading me with his fingers. Where our sex the night before had been an intense, burning pleasure, this was something else altogether. His hot, wet tongue was like velvet against me, and the licks and suckling pressure to my clit urged me quickly to a high-flying orgasm. My back arched off the bed and Edward's hands held my hips in place so that he could keep going, drawing out the dizzying, whole-body pleasure. I clutched my fingers in his hair and begged him to stop, to never stop, to have mercy on me.

Edward slowed, but he didn't stop. He let me come down with slow licks, but as soon as my legs stopped shaking, he started up again.

I wondered if it was possible to die from oral sex.

Edward was even more voracious this time, practically devouring me, using his mouth in ways that were likely never intended, if there was in fact a creator. He brought his fingers into play, sliding them easily inside and stroking upward as his mouth sucked at my over-stimulated clit.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I cried out as I came again. I'd never been one to curse, but I thought the Lord would understand if he'd ever felt what was happening to my body right now.

I was weightless. I was possibly being electrocuted - it was hard to say - and I was shaking like a leaf in November. I couldn't breathe, couldn't move, could only feel the intense wave of...whatever it was spreading out from my sex and Edward's beautiful mouth.

Edward finally stopped, and after a few deep breaths, I thought perhaps I might be able to function.

Walking was out of the question, though. I had a bad case of jelly legs.

"What was that?" I asked Edward, who still knelt between my legs. He planted his hands on either side of my head, leaning over me.

"That, Bella, was something you should have experienced long ago," he said. He lowered his upper body down, resting on his elbows, and his hips made contact with mine. I could feel him hard and ready through his pajama pants. I wondered if he wanted me to reciprocate. I'd only tried oral once and it hadn't gone very well. Maybe I could practice somehow...like on a banana or something.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" Edward asked, smiling at whatever he saw in my expression.

I blushed. "I'd rather not say."

"Fair enough. Would you like to know what I'm thinking?"

"What are you thinking?" I crossed my toes that he wouldn't mention blowjobs.

"I'm wondering if it would be okay for me to kiss you."

"Oh." Kissing was easy. "Yeah, of course."

He dipped his head and pressed his lips to mine, and I realized why he'd asked. He tasted like me. It wasn't awful, though. Kind of salty. And it turned me on a little when I thought about how that taste had gotten there.

Soon we were full-on making out, kissing like we could find the meaning of life in each other's mouth, and Edward was grinding his hips against mine like he could make his pants magically disappear.

I grabbed his pants and shoved them down his hips, freeing his cock to slap against my wet sex.

"Fuck," Edward cursed. It was nice not to be the only one resorting to salty language.

He kept kissing me and I realized he wasn't getting the picture. I reached over to his nightstand and started rummaging around for his condoms.

Edward lifted his head and immediately took over for me.

"You sure you're not too sore?" He asked, even as he was rolling on the weird little circle.

My first thought was that I couldn't even feel my vagina after his mouth finished with me, but instead, I said, "I'm sure."

Edward entered me with a low groan of relief, and my body accepted him readily. There were twinges of soreness, but mostly I felt Edward, in me and on top of me...and I loved it.

"Bella...I don't think I'll last long," he panted.

I wrapped my legs and arms around him and drew him closer. "That's okay. You more than took care of me. Just let go."

He nodded against my shoulder and began to move, slowly for a few moments. While it felt good, I knew I couldn't possibly come again, and I focused on giving more to him. While his hips moved against mine, I turned his face toward me and kissed his lips, his jaw, his neck. Edward's moans as he began to thrust harder were music to my ears, and the elegance and grace of his body were a work of art.

How was I the one getting paid for this?

Edward finished with several hard, fast thrusts and grunted low in my ear. I could feel him pulsing inside me. I could feel his heart beating through his chest.

I could hold him like this for days on end.

Edward let out a sigh against my neck and pulled away. I tried not to giggle watching him take off the condom and throw it away, but he caught me anyway and jumped on the bed to silence me with a kiss.

"You're amazing," he said, kissing the tip of my nose. "Please tell me you'll stay with me."

I looked into his green eyes, the color of moss after rainfall, and I couldn't deny what I wanted.

"I'll stay."

A/N: Okay...gonna try to cover all the questions I missed. Sorry for the delayed updating, I went back to work today, so updates will be consistent again.

Q: When do you update?

A: When I can. Usually at the end of my work day, probably after 6pm central time.

Q: Is 'lolling' a real word?

A: It is! You can google it.

Q: How was the concert?

A: Fantastic. Florence is an A+++ performer.

Q: November 13th MSU v. KU - friendly rivalry?

A: It's always friendly! Unless it's Mizzou, of course. Sorry, Mizzou fans.

Q: Will Bella's ex come back into the picture?

A: No, it's not going to be one of those.

Q: Quick question, I'm from Hawaii, ever been here or wanted to come here?

A: Never been, and I don't know anyone who doesn't want to go to Hawaii. I am more than happy to come out for a nice long vacay.

Whew. See you tomorrow!