~Edward~

Our mouths melded, moving together sweetly. It was a kiss of apology, forgiveness, and coming back together.

Then it changed.

The emotion of the moment—admitting my feelings and hearing her return them as well as her easy forgiveness overwhelmed me, and I held her tighter, deepening the kiss.

My desire for her exploded.

I needed more. I needed her closer. I had to feel her skin against mine. I needed to be buried deep inside and her whimpering my name as I took her.

In seconds, our hands were pulling and tugging at clothing. She pushed off my lap, tearing at my tie, yanking my suit jacket off my shoulders, as I fought with the tiny buttons on her blouse, trying not to rip the delicate material. Her sweater ended up on the floor as I struggled to find a way to take off her skirt, refusing to release her mouth. Her hand pushed mine away, finally allowing the flowing material to fall to the floor. She stepped back, her mouth swollen and wet, her chest heaving, and her eyes dark with want.

My breath caught as my emotions swirled together, like a storm brewing. I needed to bury myself inside her; I needed to possess and claim her. Mark her as mine.

I reached for her, feeling out of control, but she stopped me, lifting my hands to her mouth, and kissing them in a tender gesture. "I'm here, Edward. Right here."

"I need you."

She leaned up on her toes, kissing me softly. "You have me."

Slowly, she slid her hands down my chest until they rested on my belt, and together, we worked it off, my pants and boxers joining the pile of clothing on the floor. I wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her back to my mouth, my need still as strong but my touch softer. I stepped forward, sitting her on the desk and reaching behind her to clear the area. Carefully, I eased her to the wooden surface, my body covering hers, worshipping her mouth. I stood back, drinking her in. The only thing separating us was the tiny scrap of silk at her juncture. I traced my fingers lightly over the fabric, hissing at the dampness I found there. Suddenly impatient again, I fisted the soft material and tore it, lifting the remnant to my nose and inhaling deeply.

Bella whimpered as I smirked at her, balling up the fabric, sliding open my drawer, and dropping it in.

"A souvenir." I growled then laughed quietly as she blushed. Only my Bella could be spread eagle on my desk, waiting for me to take her, and blush over the fact I was keeping her underwear.

I spread her legs, running my fingers over her pussy and groaning at the wetness as I stroked her. "I love how ready you are for me, baby." I held her gaze as I slipped two fingers inside, slowly massaging her.

"Edward," she gasped. "Please."

Wrapping my hands around her hips, I pulled her forward, my cock sliding in, her pussy stretching to accommodate me. I looked down where we were joined, groaning at the erotic sight. I fell forward, resting my elbows on the desk as I captured her giving mouth and began to move.

Bella wrapped her legs around my hips, arching and meeting my thrusts. She felt so damn good wrapped around me; the heat and wet turning me on even more than I already was. I gripped the edge of the desk hard, turning my face to her ear.

"Hold tight, baby."

Then it began. My thrusts became hard, fast, and strong. I finally had her on my desk, and now I was claiming her—fucking her, making sure she knew who she belonged to.

She gasped and moaned, her arms clinging to me as I drove into her over and again, pinning her to the desk with the weight of my body. She trembled and whimpered, meeting my movements in perfect synchronization. Together, we were perfect.

"You belong to me, Bella," I groaned. "You're mine. Completely mine. Say it. Tell me," I demanded, pushing even harder, needing deeper.

"Y–yours," she whimpered.

"Always. Say it."

"Always," she whispered then arched her head, crying out as she came. Her arms tightened around me, her fingers digging into my back as she clung to me, frantic in her release. I dropped my head to her neck, the pleasure so great I bit down, drawing in her skin and marking her. She gasped, her arms tightening, pulling me in even closer as I stilled, emptying myself inside her. For a moment, all the world was silent as I basked in the intensity of the moment. I was wrapped around her, skin to skin, her very essence soaking into me.

I drew back, running my hand over her brow, trailing my finger down her cheek. "Hi," I murmured. "Are you okay? Did I crush you?"

An impish grin lit her face. "I'd say you fucked me, Edward. Not crushed me. I'm surprised your desk is still in one piece."

I grinned back at her. "Sturdy." I dropped a kiss on her mouth. "Like me."

She giggled, and I stood, sliding my arms under her and taking her with me. I sat down in my chair heavily, chuckling at how wobbly my legs felt. I tucked her under my chin and leaned down, grabbing my shirt and draping it over her, simply holding her close.

"The door," she whispered.

"Is locked."

"I made a lot of noises."

"You did," I agreed. "I liked them."

"Oh."

"So did I, but neither of us were overly loud. Besides," I mused, "I checked the employee manual. It doesn't say anything about no sex in your private office."

She chuckled, slapping my chest.

I laughed, pulling her closer.

"Well, if anyone heard us, we're going to have to do the walk of shame out of here."

I tilted up her chin. "Then we'll do it together."

"Okay."

She gazed up at me with a nervous expression.

"What, love? Ask me."

"Did you mean it?"

I knew what she was asking. "Yes."

"Say it?"

I leaned close. "I love you, Bella."

"I love you."

I kissed her gently. "I don't think I'll ever tire of hearing you say that."

"I'll say it every day."

Something in her voice—the sincerity in her tone—made my breath catch. There was no doubt as to her feelings. I caught her to me, holding her tight, nuzzling her hair.

"You belong to me, Bella. You've become the center of my world. We belong together. Tell me you know that."

She lifted her head, her eyes glowing. "Yes."

"Come home with me?"

"Yes." She looked down. "I'm a little messy."

I stood up, laughing. "Good thing I have a shower."

Holding her, I strode across the room, the sudden vision of her in my shower hitting me. Wet, moaning, and pressed against the tile while I drove into her again.

My steps became faster.

Thank God for the perks of a private shower.

~o0o~

The shower was longer and far more enjoyable than my usual in and out at the office. There was definitely in and out but of an entirely different sort. I couldn't keep my hands off Bella no matter how hard I tried.

Although, to be honest, I didn't try too hard. She was far too tempting, her skin glistening with water and her hands running over her curves, the soap bubbles breaking on her skin. I had to help her—make sure she got really clean. And I did—so thoroughly, she cried out my name twice before I finally succumbed to my pleasure, slamming my hand on the hard tile and cursing as I came.

Afterward, we dressed, and still I couldn't stop touching her. We were mercifully alone as we waited for the elevator and left the building. Once in my car, I turned to her.

"I want to take you out."

"When?"

"Now. Tonight. I want to take you to dinner and then dancing."

Her eyebrows shot up. "Dancing?"

I nodded as we merged into traffic. "A client told me about this great club. The food is amazing, and it's got a huge dance floor. He put me on the pass list. I want to enjoy a romantic meal with you then hold you in my arms the rest of the night and dance with you."

"I'm not a great dancer."

"I'm a great leader, baby. I've got you—just like at the wedding."

She smiled shyly. "Okay."

I lifted her hand kissing the knuckles. "I'll drop you at your place and go home and change. How long do you need?"

"Um, half an hour?"

I laughed. I had expected her to say an hour, at least, maybe longer. God knows Vic would have said two and still kept me waiting.

"Perfect." I pulled up in front of her building. "See you soon, love."

~o0o~

Bella was a vision in a green dress, the full skirt floating around her shapely calves as she stepped back in surprise when I knocked at her door. I had followed a delivery guy in, flashing him a smile as I grabbed the door, wanting to surprise Bella.

"Edward! I was waiting for you to call and tell me you were downstairs."

With a grin, I shook my head. "I am nothing if not a gentleman." I handed her the flowers I had hidden behind my back. "For you, my lovely girl." I bent low, nuzzling her cheek. "You are a vision, Bella. Thank you."

Her cheeks bloomed, the soft color highlighting her beauty. She was truly exceptional.

Her delight in the flowers warmed my chest. She appreciated the smallest gesture which, for me, was still new. I waited patiently as she put her flowers in water, then helped her slide into her coat, gathering up her long hair, smoothing it down her back, the curls glossy and soft.

"I love your hair," I murmured, bending down and burrowing my face into her neck, inhaling the fragrance that was only hers. "It's so fucking sexy, baby. I love touching it. I love how it feels when it drifts over my skin. It's one of my favorite things about you."

"You have more than one?" she asked breathlessly.

"My list is long and grows daily." I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, trailing my finger over her soft cheek. "You simply amaze me, Bella."

She leaned up, offering her mouth.

I took it, yanking her close and kissing her hard. Every time I got close to her, I wanted her again. With a low growl, I stepped back.

"Either we leave and go on our date, or I'm taking you to your room."

She grinned impishly, her eyes dancing. "How about both? Date, then … my room."

I ran my finger across her collarbones, bending my head and nuzzling the soft skin. "Perfect."

~o0o~

We sat on the same side of the booth—unable to bear the thought of being separated by the large expanse of the table. I kept her close, trapped between the hard wall and my body. We shared bites off our plates, exchanging messy kisses and gentle gropes of eager hands. I smoothed my palm up her silky thigh, groaning when it reached the lacy edge of a garter.

"What have you got on under there, love?"

She leaned up, her lips at my ear. "Not much."

It was all I could do not to take here right there. Slide under the table and find out for myself what "not much" consisted of.

"You're killing me, woman."

"I promise to revive you."

I threw down my napkin and stood. "Dance with me. Now."

On the dance floor, I pulled her into my arms, holding her tight to my chest. Her head fit perfectly under my chin as we started to move. She may have thought she wasn't a good dancer, but in my arms, she was. We moved, the music swelling around us, our bodies close.

The club was everything Quil told me it was. The atmosphere subdued, the music romantic, and I knew tonight had been a great idea. I could spend the next few hours dancing with Bella then take her home and show her some new dance moves in her bed.

Or on the dresser. Against the wall. Over the back of the couch.

Or maybe all of them.

With her, it seemed, I could never have her enough.

I nuzzled the top of her head and she glanced up with a soft smile. I bent down, capturing her mouth with mine, kissing her until we were both breathless.

"I had the best time tonight, Edward. Thank you."

"It's only the start, love. I want to take you out and share lots of good nights with you."

"Just being together is a good night. We don't have to go out."

"You mean that, don't you?" I asked in amazement.

"Yes."

I tilted her chin, dropping another kiss on her full mouth.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being you. You have no idea how special that is to me."

She nestled back against my chest with a contented sigh.

I leaned my cheek against her hair, still moving to the beat of the languid music. My gaze drifted around the room, widening slightly when they met the haughty, narrowed gaze of Heidi. She was sitting with a group of people, openly staring at Bella and me, her expression filled with distaste. Instinctively, I pulled Bella closer, returning Heidi's gaze with a cool stare. I could tell from her smug expression she felt as if she had just discovered some dark, hidden secret. I wanted to laugh. Garrett was fully aware I was dating Bella. Several other people at the firm either suspected or knew of our relationship. If she felt she now had something to lord over me or Bella, she was sadly mistaken. Nothing had changed at the office, and nothing would.

I wasn't giving Bella up, professionally or personally.

She was mine.

I lowered my mouth to Bella's ear. "We need to go home now. I need to be inside you."

She shivered in my arms.

"All night, baby. We're gonna be doing a different kind of dancing all night long. You aren't going to be able to move tomorrow without feeling me."

She tilted her head up, her eyes filled with desire. "Maybe you won't be able to move at all."

I chuckled low in my chest, wrapping my arm around her waist.

"I look forward to it."

Thank you for reading! See you on the weekend!