A Getty Romance

Disclaimer: All Twilight related characters belong to S. Meyer.

Chapter 21

"We can't."

"You're always saying that."

"I say it because it's true."

"Emmett will be gone for at least two more hours."

"I feel like I've heard that before," I whined. My voice echoed in Edward's office. This building was far too quiet.

He groaned into my neck. "I've asked him to call me when he gets back."

"Still, we shouldn't."

Edward's teeth grazed my throat. "You're not even working today, no one will know."

I sucked in a breath as his hand slid under my shirt and over my stomach. "This couch is inappropriate," I mumbled.

"My couch?"

I looked over at the camel-colored leather cushions. Edward focused his attention on the exposed side of my neck. "Important people sit on it every day," I added.

Edward laughed evilly. "Doesn't that make it more exciting?"

He had a point but I tried to push it aside. It proved to be remarkably difficult as his fingers began tracing the outline of my nipple through my bra.

"I want you. I've been going crazy."

We'd both been busy and engaged with work over the past week, which had cut our 'evening activities' out of the equation. I'd been setting up a new exhibit at the museum and that required my constant presence in the gallery. Edward had traveled to Northern California and back for various meetings. This was really the first time we'd been alone in almost a week.

Edward pressed his hips into mine to drive his point home. "Please," he begged, flicking his tongue over my skin.

I didn't say anything, I just wrapped my arms around his neck and drew my legs up so they framed his hips. I was wearing skinny jeans and a loose blouse today. Edward hadn't seen me in 'street clothes' very often and apparently it was a huge turn on. He kissed me hungrily as I worked on the buckle of his belt.

"Cutting right to it?" he teased as I popped open the top button on his pants and pulled down the zipper.

"Just because I have morals, doesn't mean I haven't been thinking about this all week."

Edward laughed and helped me pull off his pants. He stood up off the sofa to kick them aside and pull off his socks. He pulled my jeans down my legs and over my feet, then lay back down on top of me. We hadn't been together for very long, but already I could feel the comfort of being close this way. I knew how pointy his hipbones were when they pressed against my thighs. I could anticipate his weight on top of my body. My stomach still flinched at the tickling sensation of his chest hair as it brushed against my skin.

"Oh Isabella," he sighed, framing my face with his hands. "You are always a vision."

I felt my cheeks flush. "You're quite the Adonis yourself, Mr. Cullen."

Edward made a face. "No art metaphors. We're in a museum, Miss Swan. It's rude."

I laughed until he silenced me with a kiss to my right breast. Then a lick, then a suck and then I wasn't silent any longer. I snaked my hand between our bodies until I tugged on the elastic of his boxer briefs. It snapped against his skin and he groaned in protest. "Off," I commanded, fingering him lightly through his underwear.

He hissed through his teeth and roughly pulled his briefs down over his legs. I took him in my hand and stroked him firmly. Edward grunted. "Jesus," he said in my ear, gripping my hips firmly.

"I missed you," I said, in what I hoped was a seductive voice.

He pushed himself into my hand and bit down on the flesh of my shoulder. "Show me."

I shivered. I loved when he talked like that. My hand pumped and twisted and Edward writhed above me, doing his best to reign in the sounds that would surely filter through the walls.

"Enough," he growled after a few minutes. "I need to be inside you."

I practically fell limp underneath him. He sat up on his knees and pulled my panties down my legs in one, fluid motion. He stalked over to his desk and fished in his drawer until he found a square packet. I watched him as he rolled the condom on. "Boy scout?" I teased, as I unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it aside.

Edward smirked at me as he lowered himself back on the couch. "I just put them in there, I'll have you know."

"For me?" I feigned innocence.

He hummed and positioned himself at my entrance, eyes dark and commanding. "Only you."

He pushed into me slowly and I sucked in a deep, slow breath. Any hint of hesitation I'd had in regards to having sex in his office was instantly erased. All I wanted was all of him for as long as he could last.

"Isabella," he moaned softly as he slid fully into me. The leather cushions squeaked under us as he began the slow, purposeful motions of his hips. Even though I'd never had any doubt, Edward Cullen was an amazing lover. I didn't question how he got that way, I was just thankful.

He slid a hand under me and pressed his palm to the base of my spine, pushing himself deeper inside me. I bit down hard on my lip to keep from crying out.

"I wish I could hear you," he grunted, nipping my earlobe.

I couldn't open my mouth to reply without making noise.

The phone on his desk started to ring.

"Fuck," he hissed without stopping our rhythm. "That could be Emmett."

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and willed him not to leave. "Leave it."

His lips found mine and he kissed me deeply while the phone continued to ring. When it finally stopped, I could feel his body relax. I drew my knees up further and he increased his pace, mouth dropping open as we both grew closer and closer.

The shrill tone of his cell phone interrupted us yet again.

"God dammit!" he hissed, reaching over the couch to his discarded pants on the floor. He rummaged through his pockets until he pulled out the phone. I watched as his eyes narrowed to read the caller idea. "It's Emmett," he said with a sigh.

I eyed him curiously, hoping he wouldn't answer it while he was still inside me.

Edward tossed the phone on the floor and settled back on top of me. His eyes had a mischievous glint to them. "He's probably on the tram. Care to make this fast?"

I shivered involuntarily. "You can't just say things like that."

"So that's a yes?"

"God yes."

In a whirl of motion, Edward flipped us so he was sitting on the sofa and I was straddling him on his lap. His hands slid slowly down my sides until they curled around my hips. "Ready?"

I couldn't keep quiet as he pulled me down on top of him. Edward silenced me with his lips and I melted into his arms as his fingers tightened on my skin. When I was sure that I could keep my voice to myself, I pulled away to suck in deep lungfuls of air. Edward pressed his open mouth to my chest and held me close. Sweat was beading on our skin even though the air in the office was cool and air-conditioned.

I felt like we were a ticking time bomb, about to explode any moment. I went first, followed shortly by Edward. He held me so tightly in his arms I was afraid my heart would burst right out of my chest. I hid my face in the soft flesh of his shoulders, counting the times that our chests moved together as we slowed our breathing. Edward moved his silky fingertips over my bare back in lose circles and loops.

"Make Emmett go out on another errand," I whined, when I noticed Edward check his watch.

"That's not very nice."

I tightened my arms around his neck in protest.

"I insist that you get a new sofa."

Edward let out a hearty laugh. "Do you?"

"I will never be able to look another trustee in the eye ever again." I shuddered at the thought.

"They're much worse than I am, I can assure you," he said, kissing my shoulder and urging me off his lap.

I stood on the floor with shaky, jello legs and reached out to Edward to steady myself.

"Am I going to have to carry you out of here?" he teased as he pulled on his boxers and pants. He reached down to hand me my underwear and I snatched it petulantly out of his fingers.

"Shut up."

We dressed in comfortable silence and I did my best to smooth out my hair. Edward fiddled with some papers on his desk as he listened to Emmett's voice mail. I lifted my purse and was set to leave when I heard him curse under his breath.

"What is it?"

He set his phone back down on his desk and stared at it, as though it would burst into flames any second.

"Edward?" He was starting to freak me out.

"I can't believe this," he groaned.

I hurried to his side and grabbed his arm. "Believe what? Edward, tell me what's going on."

He closed one of his hands over mine. "You're about to get ambushed again."

"By your family?"

He shook his head slowly back and forth and my heart sank. "Oh. By…"

"Yes."

"I should leave."

Edward's eyes were pained as he nodded. "I'm mortified."

I shook my head. "No, it's oka–"

"Don't you dare say it's okay," he snapped, suddenly. "Nothing about this is okay. Everything about this is completely fucked up and it's all my fault."

I stepped back at his words. "Edward, calm down."

"No!" he shouted, slamming his hand down on his desk.

I flinched but said nothing.

"This has to stop. I can't keep doing this to you." He sank down in his chair and let his head fall in his hands.

I stood and watched him for a moment, unsure if he needed space or wanted comfort. His body was trembling with anger. I couldn't believe that we'd been making love on the other side of the room less than ten minutes ago and now…

"I'm so sorry, Isabella," he whispered. His voice sounded pained.

I wrapped one arm around his shoulder and squeezed his arm with my other hand. "Edward, stop this. You don't have to apologize, I know you're trying to fix this."

"I do have to apologize," he hissed. "I need to find a way to sort this out."

He was impossible. I had never seen him like this. "We can talk about his later. Right now you should pull yourself together. I don't think you should let Emmett bring her in here. It feels…wrong."

Edward turned abruptly in his chair so he was facing me. He took both of my hands and clasped them in his. He squeezed them so tightly my knuckles ached.

"You know that I love you. Please tell me that you know that," he begged.

"I know that."

"This thing with Tanya isn't romantic. It never was. I'd hate for you to think that I'm playing both sides–"

"I don't. Edward, I trust you. You told me I could, remember?"

He nodded, sadly.

Suddenly something clicked into place and I froze. "Her name. You said Tanya."

He closed his eyes.

"Tanya… You don't mean Tanya Denali, as in–"

"J Paul Getty's niece. Heir to the Getty fortune? Yes. That's who I mean."

I pulled a hand from his and placed it over my heart. "Oh my God." I'd met her. She was lovely. She'd put in a good word for me when I applied for my position at the gallery. I considered her a close work acquaintance when she was in town, which was hardly ever. She emailed me interesting art finds from New York. I'd known her for years.

Edward's phone buzzed on his table and both our eyes flicked down to stare at it.

"Emmett is here. She's with him. I'm going to meet them outside. Do you want me to walk you?"

I shook my head silently.

"Isabella…"

"It's okay," I lied, unconvincingly.

Edward sighed, "I told you it wasn't okay. Please stop saying that."

"I'll let myself out the back," I said instead.

He nodded slowly. "I'll call you tonight."

"Okay."

His hand snaked out and wrapped around my waist and he pulled me into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry."

"I know," I said into his shoulder.

When he pulled away, he rounded the corner of his desk and walked out the door. I stood in his office for another minute to catch my breath.

This was not okay.

A/N: Sooooo...yeah. Surprise lemon and then BAM! Emotional stuff. Sorry 'bout that but here come some answers! That's what you want, right?

I know that the Getty family actually has people that are not Cullens to take over their fortune. People like Balthazar or whatever his name is, but this made it more fun. And don't hate on Tanya. Not yet. :) This plot arc goes all week so get ready!

Thanks to Aussie for her continuous help and support. Love you! xx