A/N Thank you MidNight Cougar and Kennedy Nicole Maddock for your invaluable help with this chapter! xx

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Chapter 21

"If you dance with your heart, your body will follow." (Mia Michaels)

~ B ~

My back hit the mattress, and I locked my legs tighter around Edward's waist, pulling him on top of me. He groaned low in his throat, his erection pressing between my legs as his mouth moved to my neck. His hand lifted from the mattress, coming to rest on my breast. Slowly, his fingers began to knead a gentle rhythm, and I closed my eyes, letting myself enjoy his touch.

"Are you sure?" he asked again; his voice muffled through his kisses. After a moment, he paused what he was doing and raised his head to look at me through heavy lids.

I ran a hand over his cheek and smiled up at him. There was no way I was having second thoughts. I wanted him with the same urgency he wanted me. "Yes."

"Jesus," he breathed out. "Tell me if I'm being too rough. You're so small; I don't want to hurt you. I'll try to be as gentle as I can."

I nodded, and he went back to lavishing my neck with his glorious mouth. His hand that was on my breast, descended towards his boxer briefs I was wearing, his fingers stretching the fabric as they searched for the evidence of my arousal. His middle finger circled my entrance a few times, spreading the wetness he found there, before sliding it all the way inside.

I bit my lip; the penetration still feeling somewhat foreign. Edward's lips found mine, his tongue assaulting me with unrestrained passion as his finger worked me languidly. Soon, there was a second finger, followed by a third as Edward's thumb revolved around my clit. He increased the pace of his thrusts, and I began to breathe heavier.

Suddenly, he stopped.

I blinked up at him, confused. He smiled wickedly, kissing me on the lips one last time and removing his hand.

"What are you doing?" I inquired, flustered with his teasing.

"Shhh," he mouthed at me, rising from the bed and starting to unbutton his shirt.

I propped myself on my elbows to watch him undress himself. His eyes never leaving mine, he threw the shirt to the floor, his hands going for his belt, which he undid slowly. I stared unabashed as he popped open his jeans, sliding them down his long, muscular legs. He was wearing a pair of gray boxer briefs; his erection straining against the thin fabric.

Without a word, he approached the bed, standing in front of me, clad only in his underwear. I looked up and read the unspoken request in his heated, green eyes. He was both handsome and feral in his arousal, that for a moment, all I could do was stare.

Somehow I knew exactly what he wanted.

Sinking to my knees in front of him, I took a deep breath to steel myself and grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down his legs. Edward's erection strained towards me, and with a quick look at him, I leaned over, tentatively taking the tip of him into my mouth. He inhaled a sharp breath as my tongue met his soft head; his fingers immediately finding my hair.

"Fuck," he swore, tightening his grip on my locks as I bobbed my head up and down; gaining momentum with his encouraging whispers.

I'd never done anything like it before, but, being curious, I had read a lot of useful tips from magazines and internet sites. Edward seemed to enjoy my clumsy ministrations, and I tried not to overanalyze my skills, or lack thereof. I applied a bit of suction here and there, careful not to graze him with my teeth too much. Using my hand, I rubbed him where I couldn't reach with my mouth, hoping I was doing it right. I licked around his tip a few times, and was rewarded with a strained moan from him. Just as I began peppering soft kisses, he grabbed hold of my shoulders, effectively drawing me away from his rock-hard erection.

"Stop," Edward said in a tight voice.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, starting to panic that maybe I'd squeezed too hard, or hurt him in some way.

"No. God, that was good," he grunted, pulling me to my feet. "I almost came, and I don't want to, yet."

"Oh," I breathed, feeling relieved.

His eyes darkened to a mesmerizing shade of forest green. "Let's get you out of these clothes."

"Yeah," I agreed through a whisper, raising my hands over my head so he could take off the oversized t-shirt. He made quick work of the boxers, and I was soon left wearing absolutely nothing.

I couldn't help the nerves that appeared; I knew my body was desirable to him, or at least he'd said so, but I still had the reaction to cover myself with my hands.

"Don't, Isabella. Don't hide yourself from me." He removed my hands, kissing each one as he bared my breasts. "You're beautiful, and I can't wait to be inside of you," he breathed, kneading at my skin gently. He kissed the corner of my mouth, then my neck and shoulder.

"Yes," I panted, leaning into him, inhaling his intoxicating scent. "Please."

Slowly, he pushed me onto the bed, parting my legs and settling between them. He kissed from my knee, all the way up to my inner thigh, each leg at a time, and I could feel his breath, so close to where I needed him. I suppressed the feeling of self-consciousness threatening to take over at the realization that he was going there.

I bit my lip and stared as his tongue ran a sensual line over my lips, and as my nerves dissipated, my need for him increased. His pace was torturous—so slow, yet so incredibly good.

Edward's eyes never left mine. He watched me watching him while he gave me pleasure, and it was the sexiest thing I'd seen in my entire life.

He played around for a while, driving me insane with arousal as the throbbing inside of me intensified. He licked, paused, then licked again, completely avoiding my clit, and I spread my thighs wider apart, desperate for more. He went on with his sensuous teasing for what seemed like forever, and I felt as if I was ready to combust.

Eventually, frustration built up, and I arched my pelvis towards him, begging for release. Taking his cue, Edward's tongue went from my opening all the way up to my clit. He kissed it before running slow circles around it, and I had to close my eyes at the sensation. He blew on it, then applied a bit more pressure to his strokes, causing every single muscle in my pelvic area to contract with tension. When he slipped two fingers inside, while still working on my clit, I came so hard, I let out a loud cry.

"Oh God," I panted, clutching at his hair for dear life. "That was amazing."

"It's not over yet, baby," Edward promised, hoisting himself up my body so he could kiss me passionately. The taste of me on his lips was somehow extremely erotic.

I gazed up at him through hooded eyes that mirrored his, letting my hands slide down his taut chest and feeling the light smatter of hair. My fingers reached his abs, and I looked between us, admiring the view of him so ready to make love to me.

"I'll go slow," he reassured, kissing me tenderly.

I nodded, wrapping my legs around his hips and drawing him closer. Propped on one elbow, he grabbed hold of himself with his free hand, guiding the tip of his erection to my entrance. Ever so gentle, he started to push. The sensation was alien at first before it became uncomfortable. I'd never felt so stretched, and for a brief moment I started to panic.

"Oh..." I mewled, digging my nails into his biceps.

Edward stopped moving; the strain on his face telling me he was holding back with all he had. "I'm sorry," he breathed. "I know it hurts."

I took a deep breath, fighting the urge to backpedal and tell him I didn't want to do it anymore. The notion of more pain was scary, and I wrapped my arms around Edward's neck, pulling him so close, his chest was flush to mine. "Okay," I whispered into his mouth.

He began to move again, pushing against the resistance, and I had to shut my eyes to ensure the pain. I could feel all blood rise to my face as I gritted my teeth and clung to Edward.

He stopped again. "Baby, do you want to be on top?" He sounded as if he'd run five miles.

Not opening my eyes, I shook my head, afraid that if we changed the position, I wouldn't be able to continue. "No. Keep going."

"Please tell me you're okay," he pleaded.

"I'm fine; it just hurts, but I want this with you," I said a bit unsteady. "Please don't stop now. You were so close."

Edward pushed more insistently, and the resistance finally gave out. I cried out and gritted my teeth, as he kissed away an errant tear. He stayed idle inside of me, letting me adjust to the intrusion.

After a few moments, I opened my eyes to see that he was watching me with concern. "I'm sorry. Are you all right now?" He stroked my hair with such tenderness; I couldn't suppress a shaky smile.

"Yeah, despite it all, it's amazing to be so close to you," I replied hoarsely, pulling him in for a kiss to bring us both back in the moment.

Edward's lips touched mine reverently as he started moving in and out at a slow pace. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, kissing my mouth, the tip of my nose, my forehead.

The pain was subsiding with each push, until all I could feel was the generous length of him, claiming me, making me his.

"I love you," I uttered, holding on to him tighter.

He groaned, pushing deeper. "I love you, too, my Izzy."

Edward's breath labored with each thrust. Soon his movements became more urgent, and it felt intense. I started to loosen up, enjoying the look of pure pleasure etched on his gorgeous face. He looked down, intent on the rise of my breasts pressing against his chest, and his hand grabbed hold of my hip, drawing himself in deeper.

"Fuck," he swore harshly as he stilled. Burying his face in my neck, he came with a guttural cry, collapsing on top of me.

~ B ~

"Are you sore?" Edward murmured, his fingers trailing over my shoulder as we lay together, my leg and arm draped over him.

"A bit," I admitted, toying with his chest hair.

"How was it for you?" He sounded so anxious, I had to lift my head and look at him.

I smiled. "Do you even have to ask?"

He frowned. "Yes. I want to know."

"Honestly... it really hurt in the beginning, but it started to feel good afterwards. I liked to feel you above me and watch you come."

He nodded and pressed a tender kiss to my lips, letting his palm trail over my back. "I know you didn't come through penetration, but there's plenty of time for that. It takes some getting used to the sensations and your body's reactions to what I'm doing."

I shrugged. "I know that."

His eyes softened. "I wasn't too rough, was I?"

"No." I snuggled back to his chest. "It was good. Don't stress it."

He hummed, his hand reaching my behind and squeezing lightly. "I can't wait to have you again."

I chuckled, pleased that he wanted me despite my inexperience. "Already? Why, Mr. Masen, you are insatiable."

At that, he laughed. "You have no idea." He kissed the top of my head. "But no, not now. Tomorrow maybe."

"I'd like that." I smiled sleepily. We stayed in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the intimacy. Then, like a bad dream, Rosalie's antics came back to mind. With a sigh, I looked up. "Okay, don't get mad, but I was thinking... can't that girl, Leah, replace Rosalie? I mean, she is her understudy."

Edward's brows furrowed; the magic suddenly broken. "No. You know it doesn't work that way, and I don't want the company's name involved in a scandal. Announcements have been made, banners, the whole deal. Rosalie will perform, and it will be her last performance at ABT. I know it's hard for you, but try to accept it. We can't jeopardize this trip's success because of our personal vendettas."

"Okay," I conceded, well aware he had a point. Besides, I didn't want to sound like a petulant child. "Speaking of banners, you never showed me mine."

He looked at me, surprised. "You're right. I'm sorry. It completely slipped my preoccupied mind." He winked. "Emmett has seen it, though. He seemed pleased." He smiled, pointing in the direction of the living room. "Actually, I have the pictures on my laptop."

I rolled over so he could get up, and he left the bed naked. I watched his delectable derriere as he strutted out of the room, and let out a content sigh. He was such a handsome man, and I was feeling like the luckiest woman in the world.

Edward was back a minute later with his laptop. He lay down beside me, powering it up. He scrolled through pictures from the photoshoot Emmett and I had done a couple of weeks back, and I stared, mesmerized. It was my first official photoshoot, and I had to admit I looked great posing en pointe as Emmett hovered in the background, reaching for his crossbow.

"Hey, these look pretty good," I noted, enthusiastic that I could see some positive aspects of my body. "My legs go on for miles."

"You have sexy legs," Edward commented in agreement, proving his point by running his palm from my calf to my naked thigh.

"Always with the compliments, boss," I joked.

He grinned, stealing a quick kiss. "You deserve more compliments. And, I'm pleased to say that I think you've actually gained a few pounds."

I gave him a bright smile. "I have."

"Nonetheless, it's not the six pounds we'd agreed upon and it's been more than two weeks."

My smile faltered. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Edward shook his head. "Relax. The part is yours, Isabella. I know you're working hard at bettering your health. I just wish you'd eat more."

"I'm trying," I murmured with a sigh.

"I know you are." He kissed my lips, stroking my cheek. His mouth descended onto my breast and towards my stomach, placing one final kiss on my pubic bone. Despite his light reprimand, I felt turned on.

A moment later, he got up again, and I frowned at his departing form.

"Where are you going?"

He paused in the doorway, and I noticed he was half erect. "In the kitchen for a smoke."

I made a face, not bothering to hide my distaste. "I hate it. You should quit."

He chuckled, not seeming to care too much for my accusatory tone. "Someday."

~ B ~

"What are you wearing?" Edward gaped at me, staring at my beige, see-through bra. It was the next morning, and I'd just come out of the shower, clad in the lingerie set I'd purchased especially for him.

"Um..." I gave him a sheepish smile.

He abandoned his coffee on the bedside table, walking over to me for inspection. He put his hands on my waist, turning me around to take a better look at my panties, and I blushed furiously. Not only were they also see-through, but there was a small crack in the back, revealing part of my ass.

"I thought it would've been, um, fun to, you know, tease you a bit," I admitted in a quiet voice, digging my teeth into my lower lip. "I didn't know we were going to do it last night."

"Tease me," he repeated, and it was so dangerously carnal, it sent a shiver down my spine. He pressed his now very erect front against my back, swiping my hair from my shoulder so he could whisper in my ear. "Tease me you have. And I'm going to fuck you for it."

I gasped; the air leaving my lungs as he swept me off my feet and tossed me on the bed.

"Edward!" I exclaimed, blowing the hair out of my face.

He laughed, pinning my hands over my head as he straddled me. His mouth went straight to my breast, biting my nipple through the flimsy material and making me cry out in surprise. I bucked my hips, and he pressed down in response, pushing his erection against me.

"Oh," I exhaled, feeling the heat starting to crawl from my cheeks, down to my chest and lower.

"Oh is right." He made it sound both menacing and playful. "Are you ready to be fucked, Isabella?"

"Yes," I panted, nearly drowning in a sea of hormones. I was still sore, but I didn't care. I wanted him more.

"Are you still sore?" he asked, ever cautious.

"Yeah, but I want you, too."

He smiled and ran his tongue over my lips. "We'll go with a tamer fucking then."

I laughed. "Can't wait to see what a tame fuck feels like."

"Are you laughing at me?"

"Yes."

"That's it," he growled, turning me to my front so swiftly, I didn't have time to react. "I'll give you something to laugh at, sweet girl."

He nipped at my ass through the crack in my panties, causing me to yell out and laugh at the same time. He slapped me lightly, then rubbed the spot, whispering, "God, that looks good," and I laughed again, delighted with his newfound playfulness. A second later, though, my panties were gone, and his fingers were pushing inside, probing me.

"Almost ready," he whispered into my ear, and I inhaled sharply. "Not laughing now, are you?"

I shook my head as he worked me slowly—in, out, and around my most sensitive part. I could feel myself grow wetter and hornier with each lazy stroke. When I felt as if I was ready to burst, he drew out his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss. Behind me, I could feel him shove down his pajama bottoms to free himself. A moment later, he was pushing in, inch by hard inch, stretching me in such a delicious way.

It felt so good. He was thick and long and demanding, but except for an initial sting when he entered, the pain was gone, and I could finally let myself enjoy it. I pushed my ass against him, causing him to slide in deeper. I didn't want it slow. I wanted it hard and fast. I wanted him to let loose and follow his instincts.

"Harder," I breathed, confident I could take it—wanting to take everything he had to give.

Edward groaned, starting to kiss my neck as he drew back and thrust in repeatedly.

"Oh God!" I cried, digging my nails into his forearms.

"Yes," he hissed, shifting his hips as he entered me again.

His pace was relentless, but to my complete bewilderment, it didn't hurt. I could feel arousal roll off me in waves, making me so wet, I heard the sounds he made each time he moved in and out of me.

"Jesus," he panted, increasing his pace. "Can you come?"

"Yes," I breathed, pushing back into him. "Oh, yes."

Edward's ragged breathing fanning across my ear was almost enough to send me over the edge. He was close, and the thought that he wasn't going to last much longer and I wanted to be there right along with him, brought that clenching feeling in my lower abdomen. My body tensed up and every nerve in my brain exploded with the overwhelming intensity of my orgasm.

I trembled as I came, tightening my grasp on Edward's hands and riding out an orgasm that seemed to go on forever. It was so different from what we'd done before that I couldn't believe what I'd been missing out on.

With one final thrust, Edward followed after me, his arms shaking with the effort of keeping his weight off me. He moaned so low in his throat, that it was an almost torturous sound.

"I love you," he declared, pouring himself inside of me. "So much."

~ B ~

With my hand firmly clasped in his, Edward led me towards his office. He'd made passionate love to me, cradling me in his arms afterward, and I'd never felt more cherished. Gazing up at him, I could feel the love I had for him growing stronger with each moment we spent together.

He looked so handsome with his slightly disheveled hair and bright green eyes; sporting the shadow of a smile on his lips.

I squeezed my fingers around his, and he looked at me questioningly. "What?" He ignored the people staring at us as we crossed the main lobby and took a left through a wide hallway.

"Nothing." I grinned and sighed. "I feel happy."

"Me too." He winked, wearing a mischievous smirk. "Can't wait to get you back home."

I laughed, nudging him with my elbow. "Tempting, but I do have to go by the house, at least for a change of clothes. Besides, I think Mom misses me. I haven't been around much lately."

"We'll have dinner with her," he compromised. "But then you come back to the apartment."

"Okay, Mr. Greedy." I laughed, loving that he couldn't seem to get enough.

As luck would have it, Rosalie rounded the corner, approaching us from the opposite end of the hallway. Everything inside me revolted at the sight of her. I knew what Edward's plan was, but that didn't make it any less difficult for me to be in her presence, even just to watch her get what she deserved.

"Rosalie, may I have a word?" Edward spoke, motioning to his office door.

She took us in suspiciously, but plastered on a fake smile. "Sure."

We entered Edward's office, and I could feel the hairs on my nape stand up at her nearness. I could barely tolerate it. Reining in the urge to scream at her like a raging lunatic and thrust my hands into her blonde locks, I gritted my teeth; my good mood evaporating.

I had to remind myself Edward was more than capable to handle the situation in professional way. I trusted him implicitly.

"Have a seat." He directed her to a chair, and I let go of his hand, perching myself up on the windowsill to watch the show.

Slowly, methodically even, Edward sat in his leather chair, unlocking one of his drawers and pulling out a few pictures he was keeping there. Rosalie's cold eyes assessed me with increased interest, probably wondering what the hell I was doing there. Edward drew her attention back to him.

"Did you take these?" He threw the pictures on the desk in front of her.

She gaped, and I could see all blood drain from her beautiful face. She looked shocked. "What? O-of course not. I wouldn't—"

"Who did, then?" Edward snapped in a cutting voice, trying to intimidate the truth out of her.

She shook her head, steeling herself as she looked him in the eye. "How should I know?"

Edward went straight for the kill. "Footage recorded by the CCTV system caught you sneaking through the back door the morning these came out." He pulled out another picture, throwing it at her, pausing to watch her reaction. Rosalie became so pale; she looked as though she was going to be sick. Obviously, she didn't have a very effective poker face, and her reaction was all the confirmation Edward needed. "So, it was you."

"No... no... I wouldn't do this. You have to believe me." She shook her head frantically, but her voice betrayed her. It was too meek; too ridden with anxiety.

Edward stood; his expression contorted with anger. I knew part of him had hoped we were mistaken. She was, after all, one of his best dancers.

"Rosalie, what did Isabella do to you to deserve such disreputable treatment?" His voice was deceptively soft as he asked her the question, and I could see the sheer dread etched on Rosalie's face.

"Mr. Masen, I..." she stammered, looking like a cornered animal. If she wasn't such a despicable person, I would've probably felt sorry for her. "It wasn't me."

Whipping out his phone, Edward pressed the screen a few times, bringing it to his ear. "Emmett, can I see you in my office for a minute?" He hung up; his eyes never leaving Rosalie.

"Emmett?" she whispered; half-confused, half-terrified.

Minutes later, the door opened, and Emmett entered without bothering to knock. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Edward wasn't alone. "What's going on?" he asked, looking from Edward to Rosalie, and finally at me.

"Close the door," Edward said, picking up the picture captured by the CCTV system and thrusting it at him. "Emmett, is this jacket yours?"

Emmett sighed, his shoulders slouching as he realized Edward's intention. He didn't even glance at the picture; his brown eyes set on his ex. "Yeah."

"Do you recognize the person wearing it?" Edward continued.

He hesitated. "It's… uh… it's Rose."

"How do you know?"

This time, Emmett did look at the picture Edward was holding. "Besides the jacket? Her shoes. I know those sneakers. She's had them for a few years now." He swallowed thickly as if he was forcing a bitter pill down his throat. "I bought them for her."

I looked at Rosalie and was shocked to see the tears roll down her cheeks. "Please don't fire me."

"Why did you do it?" Edward questioned; fists gripped tight together, whole body tensed. I knew it was a herculean effort for him to keep his temper in check.

"I wasn't thinking." She sniffled, staring at her hands in her lap. "I was just so mad."

"What made you mad, Rosalie?"

I stilled, waiting for her answer. It never came. She kept staring at her hands, silent and unseeing. Whatever her problem was with me, she wasn't going to share it with us; at least for the moment.

"I trusted you," Edward hissed, flinging the picture on the desk. "Isabella didn't deserve this shit."

"I'm sorry," she sobbed.

"Are you, really?" Edward sounded skeptical. "Because you have done a lot of damage here. I can't even—" He paused, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Please."

Edward ran a hand through his hair; his eyes narrowing at her. He was mad as hell. "After Giselle, you are to leave this company immediately. You won't get a recommendation; not from me, not from Maks. If potential employers ever call to get an opinion, they will get it, and it will be an honest one." He shook his head. "You are an exceptional dancer, Rosalie, but you're not worth the trouble. You are vindictive and quite honestly, after what you did, I'd say unstable; definitely not the kind of dancer I want associated with this company."

Rosalie's eyes shot up; full of despair. "I'll do anything. Please."

"Too late for that," Edward snapped, gesturing towards the door. "Leave."

She hesitated, opened her mouth, then changed her mind. Instead, she grabbed her training bag from the floor and got up.

"Oh, and Rosalie?" Edward's voice was cold and full of warning.

She froze on spot, staring at him through bloodshot eyes. "Yes?"

"Don't you fucking dare boycott Giselle or I will make sure you never work as a dancer for anyone another day in your life. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," she answered; her voice a mere whisper. Turning on her heels, she flew past Emmett, not daring to look at him. The door slammed behind her.

Emmett wiped his hand over his mouth. "That was harsh, man."

"She's fucking mental, Emmett," Edward replied, annoyed. "What she did—"

Emmett nodded, but he looked quite affected. "I'll go," he mumbled, exiting in pretty much the same fashion as Rosalie.

I jumped down from the windowsill, hurrying after him. "I'll be right back."

Emmett didn't make it far before I caught up to him. "Hey, Em," I called.

He stopped walking and turned around with furrowed brows. "What?"

"I'm sorry. I know you still care about her, but she deserved it."

He sighed heavily. "I know. I'm not angry with you. I'm fucking furious with her. How could she be so stupid?"

I let out a relieved breath. "So, are we good?"

"Yeah."

"Are you going to talk to her?"

"No," he said, firm. "I'm done with her."

"Why do I get the feeling you weren't quite done with her before this happened?" I asked, feeling there was more to his anger than he was letting on.

He puffed out a deriding snort. "Because I'm a fucking moron, that's why. You know, after our conversation when you told me you thought she still loved me, I wanted to ask her out, see if we could work things out again. But I guess the joke is on me now."

"I'm sorry you're hurting, Em." I touched his arm. He was too good of a person, and my heart broke a little for his pain.

He nodded absently. "I'll see you later." He didn't wait for my reply as he disappeared down the hall with hurried steps.

Back in the office, Edward was standing in front of the window, staring out. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his chest, kissing between his shoulder blades. "Thank you for everything."

He took my hand, pressing his lips to my knuckles in return. "Feel better?"

"Yeah, even if that makes me sound like a horrible person."

He turned around to face me, bringing my arms around his back as he cupped my cheeks with his large palms. "It doesn't."

I smiled and rose on my tiptoes to kiss him. "So, can we have lunch together today?"

He glanced at his watch. It was nine-thirty. "Sure. There's a place just down the street. Are you hungry now?"

"Nope," I answered, and he gave me a displeased look. "But I'll grab something from the cafeteria. Someone kept me busy all morning, and I didn't get a chance to have breakfast."

He grinned, mischievous. "I'll go with you. As I'm sure you can remember, I didn't have breakfast either." His hands slid down over my back and onto my ass.

"Hey, hands off," I admonished with a little laugh.

"Why?" He leaned in to nip at my neck.

"Because we're at work," I argued, but craned my neck to give him access.

"You know, we'll have to christen this office—specifically my desk—at some point."

I gasped, pushing against his chest. "You're joking."

He kissed my lips, shoving his tongue inside and leaving me breathless. His hand grabbed mine, pressing it against his hardened length. "Does it feel like I'm joking?"

"You're so bad," I muttered, squeezing teasingly then pulling back my hand.

I pushed him aside and headed towards the door before I was tempted to take on his indecent offer.

He followed after me, his heartwarming laughter echoing in the quiet hallway.

A/N Thank you for reading!

~Andreea~