AN: The playboy shoot and someone is going to lose...can you guess who? Enjoy!

I do not own Twilight or Playboy or Nascar.

Chapter 21

Hef

Then something came to mind, 'Besides I think I'll stop and pick up some lingerie'. I gulped as Bella let her robe fall to the floor.

My eyes roamed over Bella's tantalizing body in a black lace cupped sheer fabric slip that barely covered her backside with garters complete with black hose. I groaned; I couldn't help myself. Does she have any idea what she was doing to me? Then I felt Bella's hand rubbing my erection through my pants and I groaned again. She was such a cheater.

Get a hold of yourself Edward. Why should I? Bella's hand was already doing a good job of that. Snap out of it!

My hands went to her wrist and brought her hand and promptly kissed it. "You look beautiful Bella. Is there a special occasion or something?" I barely managed to keep my voice even.

Bella glared at me but quickly composed her face and pulled her hand away. "No, I'm just going to cook something to eat. I'm hungry." Bella stepped to my side and headed into the kitchen.

"In that?" I asked cautiously; I didn't want to piss her off.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Bella asked innocently.

"You wouldn't want to get it dirty." I said regretting the words instantly.

"What wrong with getting it dirty, it's already all wet." Bella said her eyes narrowing.

I bit back a groan; she was wet for me. I want her so bad but I made it through one night I can make it through another day.

"That's too bad. Maybe you should just change." I went and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. Bella's hand stopped me from closing the fridge door as she looked for ingredients for whatever she was going to cook.

I leaned against the counter and watched her. I thought if I couldn't have her I could at least enjoy the show. Bella bent down lower grabbing something from the bottom shelf of the fridge giving me a full view of her ass and the fact she was not wearing any underwear. A growl rumbled in my chest. Bella had a few things in her hands and looked at me and smirked.

My eyes roamed at her chest, the cold of the fridge caused her pink nipples to harden. I groaned again. She looked at me and winked. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.

Well, two can play at this game.

"Would you like a hand Bella?" I asked grabbing a carton of eggs from her and placed it on the counter. I took my t-shirt off and left it on a bar stool. Bella cocked an eyebrow and then composed her face.

"Sure can you chop some mushrooms?" Bella asked placing a package on the counter. I opened a drawer and found a knife and her cutting board. Bella was somewhere behind me doing something with the eggs.

Omelets seemed to be on the menu. Bella started humming; it was something she did whenever she was cooking or baking. I don't think she realized she was doing it. Then I felt her hand brush against my ass as she leaned in from behind me and her other hand grabbed a mushroom and ate it. Her body was pressed close to me, teasing me. My chopping came to a stand still when she was so close. I wanted to just turn around and take her on the counter but I took a few deep breaths and concentrated on chopping.

That's the way the whole cooking lesson was like: pressing against each other at any given opportunity, a hand or fingers pressing here or there. It was torture, but at least the kind I liked.

We spent the day curled up on the sofa watching movies. We played our little game again for a late lunch and dinner. By the end of the night, we were both exhausted; I think from being aroused all day long, was that possible? With Bella dressed the way she was yes, yes it was possible.

Bella came to bed in lace boy shorts and a camisole. I bit back a groan as she climbed into bed. I pulled her close to my chest as she fell into a deep sleep.

I started to think strategy with her lying there in bed in my arms. I had to find a way to win. Bella was obviously trying to win using her body; I wonder if I could outsmart her. The rule was who ever said 'You Win' first. Hmm…was it possible to outsmart a genius?

Yeah, I think I can pull it off. She would probably be mad but I wouldn't give her a chance to stay mad for long. Tomorrow was going to be hard watching her take photos in barely there clothing and then my part. It was going to be a long day.

We woke early in the morning and I left to shower and get ready at my apartment. When I returned to her apartment, she had a cup of coffee and some kind of pastry ready for me. We left about ten minutes later and headed to the studio.

We met with someone named Ricki Taylor. She interviewed us asking questions about our relationship, about what racing meant to me, and what it meant to Bella. The questions turned to those about our sex life and Bella promptly answered, that we kept each other on our toes and that everything we did was some form of foreplay that led to an amazingly sensual experience every time. I simply nodded; it really did something like that.

We were sent to wardrobe and hair makeup. I was wearing my traditional black, green and white racing suit. The hairstylist took one look at my hair ran his fingers through it and said perfect. He said my sex hair was perfect for the shoot. I walked out to where the lights were being set up. I found rack full of tiny pieces of clothes and beside it was a table with bikinis, underwear, and lingerie; everything my dirty mind could think of as far clothing. I shook my head; I was not going to like this.

Bella stepped out of a room in a black silk robe with the Playboy bunny logo on it. Her hair was flowing down her back in big soft curls her makeup was minimal just her eyes stood out more than usual. There beside her was Hugh Heffner talking quietly. Bella was blushing as he laughed at something she had said. They walked over to me.

"Hello Edward, it's nice to meet you." Hugh said as he extended his hand for me to take. I promptly took his hand and shook it. I was meeting Hugh Heffner.

"Hello sir, it's nice to meet you too."

"None of that sir business son, Hef is fine. Your fiancée is quite a handful, isn't she?"

"Always." I answered looking at my Bella, she had told someone besides family that we were engaged. I was on cloud nine.

"Darling, don't be nervous. You are gorgeous and just have fun. I'll see you later." Hef said giving Bella a hug and a kiss on her cheek.

"Bye Hef." Bella whispered biting her lower lip.

"Make sure you do that in some of the poses." Hef laughed and left.

Before I had a chance to talk to her, a group of people took her to the set. I rolled my eyes and followed. I was going to have to watch for a while before we shot our poses. Bella was being fussed over by 3 to 4 people as the photographer named Peter walked into the room. He grabbed his camera and walked up to Bella to whisper in her ear.

I clenched my fists. This is his job. It's fine. Bella giggled and nodded and took off the robe she was wearing. Someone took the robe from her and I was able to see her.

She was clad in a pair black lace trimmed panties that hugged her every curve and completely showed off her ass. "They're called cheekies," Bella smiled at me, "I'll have to see if I can get some; they're really comfortable." Bella wiggled her hips and I groaned lightly, biting my lower lip. Then I noticed she wasn't wearing a top. Bella was covering her breasts with her arm as a light-reader was kneeling by her taking a reading. Blood was boiling under my skin. It was their job, but did he have to stand so close. Someone was fussing with Bella's hair making it look like she just had a tumble in the sheets.

Fuck…I'm in trouble.

Bella was positioned on a white leather tufted bench. They handed her a pair of glasses, a pen and a book with Mechanics on the cover. Peter the photographer came over and must have explained what he wanted to see. Everyone stepped back as Bella raised her black stiletto healed foot on the bench, put the glasses on, the pin behind her ear and raised the book just right to cover her breasts. Damn she looked extremely sexy. Peter flashed away. Bella looked gorgeous in everything they put her in. She changed 8 times and they had her lay down on beds, straddle chairs, lie on the ground, kneel and sit and spread her legs a little too much for my taste. Bella took it all in stride. I, on the other hand, was starting to sweat. There was plenty of times that I had to step out and get some air.

They called me and took several poses by myself for the interview spread. Then a few of Bella and I that were simple enough; she was just wearing a team tank top and short shorts. Then it was time for the other poses, the ones where Bella was half naked. She was taken back to makeup as someone retouched my hair and makeup. They decided they wanted my hands to look like I've been working on my car with black makeup.

Bella came back out in the silk robe her hair piled on top of her head exposing her slender neck. I watched her as she approached me, her cheeks slightly pink from blushing. She wasn't wearing any heels so she was a full foot shorter than me.

"Hey there handsome, are you ready?" Bella said as she stood tip-toed and placed a gentle kiss on my lips.

I leaned in, "Always ready for you, my dear." I whispered in her ear, earning a shiver from Bella. I chuckled; she glared. Bella removed the robe but her arms covered up her chest. She was wearing more of those cheekies but in a matching green to my racing suit. Peter came up and explained how he wanted us positioned and told us to relax and whisper to each other to help with the pose.

I positioned myself behind Bella, her back pressed against me. My right arm wrapped her upper body: my arm covered her right nipple and my right hand spread eagle cupped her left breast; her nipple hardened with my touch.

I bit back a moan as her left arm traveled over my left shoulder and placed it on the back of my head. My left hand traveled down her torso, slowly passing her navel, down to the front of her panties. I was itching to keep going; I was in my own little world, just me and Bella. Bella's right hand joined mine. The camera flashing away as we positioned ourselves. The hand in my hair was playing with it and lightly tugging at it like she did when we made love. I kissed her shoulder and neck as she looked at the camera. Peter said the main focus for this pose was Bella. She had to look at the camera while I didn't.

The hand that was in her panties moved just a little lower earning a small moan from Bella. I smiled while my lips were at her neck. After about 10 minutes, Peter said that he had what he needed and told us we can take a look at them. I turned Bella into me, her chest pressing against me as I helped Bella into her robe. She tip-toed again and kissed me and I deepened it. Then there was a flash. "We can use that one too." Peter said and motioned us over to a big computer screen.

He showed us the ones he liked best of Bella. He showed us a mock cover of her with the glasses and book. She looked beautiful. Peter showed us more of the poses that he'd liked to see used for the interview spread. Then the cover of our interview, there was Bella and I. Bella was biting her lower lip. It was sexy as hell while my face was just to the side with my lips on her shoulder. It looked hot. I looked at Peter.

"We aren't allowed to give you copies but we can send you the ones we're going to use." Peter said in understanding. Damn I wanted all of them. After that, we were excused to go. Bella headed to a dressing room and I did the same. We met outside the studio and we walked hand in hand to the car.

I opened her door and she slid in. I loved when she let me drive. I slid in the driver seat and we headed to the track for racing magazine cover shoot. That one was going to be much easier or so I thought.

Bella came out of the building in a team button down shirt with the top 4 buttons left undone, exposing her cleavage and tiny black shorts with black pumps. They had Bella sit on the hood of the car while I stood by her, my arm propping her up. This photo shoot only lasted an hour and Bella was showing signs of exhaustion so we called it a day picking up some Chinese food on the way back to her place.

I had to put some type of plan into action. I needed some now. I was playing some game on her laptop while she went to change for the night. I was already in a pair of boxers sitting at the counter bar. Then I found something that might help me. Hmm…

"Bella can you come here?" I asked looking at the computer screen. Bella walked up behind me her head on my shoulder.

"What's up?" Bella asked looking at the computer screen.

"I was playing online and this guy keeps beating me, how do you pronounce that screen name?" I asked innocently, hoping she wouldn't catch on.

"Yu, wingh." Bella said.

"What was that?" I asked again.

"Yu-wingh." Bella said it again.

"Are the 'gh' silent?" I asked cautiously turning toward Bella. She was in a pair of dark blue cheekies and matching camisole.

"Yes, it's like you win." Bella said shrugging her shoulder.

"Thank you." I arched my brow and gave her my best crooked smile.

Comprehension flickered across Bella's face then moved from horror to anger. "You cheater! You won by a technicality!" Bella punched me with her tiny fists.

"You did say whoever said 'You Win' first was the loser. You just said it." I smiled again, defending myself raising my hands over my chest.

"You only thought of this because you were going to lose." Bella pouted.

"Of course I was. I had no other choice than to use my brain instead of my body." I chuckled. Bella smirked.

"That's kind of sexy you out smarting me." Bella said her lip pulled in by her teeth. Bella leaned in and kissed my roughly. Her hands tugged at my hair. I groaned getting up from the bar stool wrapping my arms around her waist: Bella's mouth slowly sucking on my tongue. Fuck I had to have her now. I quickly pulled off her panties and top as her hands pulled off my boxers. I picked her up by her hips and sat her on the counter, her legs wrapping tightly around me. My lips only leaving hers to kiss and suck on her neck. Bella scooted her bottom closer to the edge of the counter as her arms went around my neck. Her fingers began working their magic in my hair. I thrust my cock into her wet folds.

"Fuck Edward!" Bella gasped, her fingernails digging into my shoulder. I growled and kept up a steady pace, my hands gripping her hips and ass while my lips locked around her hardened nipples. Over and over again, I thrust in her, steadily building a quicker pace. Her nails left scratches down my back; the mix of pleasure and pain bringing both of us closer to the edge.

"Harder…Edward…ahhh…right there….ohh" I looked at Bella; her eyes closed her mouth forming a perfect little 'O'. I complied, giving her everything I had and more. I could never get enough of my Bella. Bella's heels dug into my ass while my lips crashed onto hers. She moaned in my mouth as she was sent over the edge, her tight walls bringing me with her. We leaned against each other for support kissing here and there.

"Sorry for cheating." I whispered while kissing her shoulder.

"No you're not." Bella countered.

"You're right I'm not, because we can do this all night now." I said smiling at her placing a gentle kiss on her swollen lips.

"All night huh? What to make a bet?"

AN: So did you guess right? Not what you expected. It wasn't for me either. I was going to have Bella win but I started writing this chapter Edward took control. Damn him. LOL You know what you have to do before you hit the little arrow button hit the review button. Thank you!