Emmett: Time for me to have fun *wiggles eye-brows*

Me: You are so spoiled!

Emmett: Blame Steph.

Me: *sigh* :)

Out-take

Rosalie's grip would've crushed a smaller man's hand. Emmett struggled to keep up her pace.

'How the hell does a woman walk so fast in those high ass heels?' Emmett asked himself.

"Where's the fire babe?" he asked.

Rosalie stopped so abruptly Emmett slammed into her back. Quickly, he tugged her back flush against him.

"It's right here," she said pulling his hand to below her waist.

Emmett hardened instantly, feeling the heat emanating from between her legs.

"Oh," he said quietly.

"I want to erase that slut's body print off you," Rosalie said winding her arms around his thick neck.

"She doesn't compare to you baby," Emmett said, his face dangerously close to hers.

"Oh I know that," Rosalie said pushing him backwards until his back hit up against a door. Seconds later, Rosalie reached behind him and opened the door.

She was on him as soon as the door clicked behind her. Raining kisses all over his face, neck and chest.

"I want you," she said, her voice heavy with lust.

Emmett smirked, "Here?"

"No here," she growled, putting his hand under her dress and against the front of her panties.

The pulse of the music hummed in the room, which by the looks of it was some sort of office. Emmett shrugged internally, he was paying good money for this place, he'd throw in a bonus for them to over-look their little sex-capade.

The kiss he planted on Rosalie's lips, was a toe curling, earth shattering one, that left her breathless. This was a far cry from the Rosalie that the public perceived her to be. The Ice Queen, they called her behind her back.

This Rosalie was nowhere near being cold. Her mind was awash with sensation. She was now a shameless wanton, wanting nothing more to have this bear of a man, buried balls deep inside of her.

By the time Emmett's mouth trailed down her neck, she didn't even remember her own name.

"Who am I?" the deep, husky voice he used caused Rosalie to shiver in his arms, and a gush of wetness seeped down to flood her panties.

"Em-Emmett," she said with a hitch in her voice.

"That's right," he husked, lifting her and settling her legs around his waist. Emmett groaned as that most intimate part of her settled over his groin.

Rosalie was now wedged between Emmett's hard chest and the cool marble wall at her back; her hands on his shoulders. His hands roamed up and down her sides, making her write as though she were being branded by hot pokers.

"Ohhh..." her head flew back and hit the wall behind her. She couldn't think any coherent thought. Couldn't do anything but stay there and feel.

Emmett's mouth closed over her nipple, making her aware that the top of her dress had been pulled down, and her bra discarded somewhere behind him.

"Who do you belong to?" she groaned, as he increased suction.

His mouth left her breasts long enough for him to growl, "Yours," before he reattached himself to her other breast. Without stopping, Emmett's hand trailed up her leg, under the frothy material of her dress and curled into her long fingers moved aside the slip of material covering her, and slid into her, Pumping his hand twice, before curling his finger.

Rosalie's hips bucked into him as a mini-orgasm rocked her body. She scraped her teeth against his neck and thrust her hips into him. This time it was Emmett that moaned.

He took hhis hand from under her dress and released his cock, that twitched and jumped, as if it had a mind of its own. Rosalie licked her lips as she eyed the piece of art, She longed to get on her knees and trace the length with her tongue.

She wiggled out of his grasp long enough to pull her thong off, before he turned her around and bent her over the large table she hadn't noticed before.

Emmett took of his shirt and leaned over, her his flesh warm her back. He reached for her hands and held them over her head with one of his huge hands.

Rosalie had never felt so helpless and exposed.

She loved it.

The room was relatively quiet, with the exception of their ragged breaths. She heard the tear of the foil packet just seconds before the blunt head of his penis probed at her entrance.

She cried out softly as he slid inside her in one fluid stroke. He groaned as he slowly pulled out, leaving only the thick head inside her.

"Do you want this?" he said nipping the exposed skin of her back with his teeth.

"Fuck me Emmett," Rosalie moaned, twitching and aching for him to full her again.

He slammed into her, making her gasp loudly, the scream stuck in her throat as he quickly fell into a rhythm.

"Ohh fuck Rosie...you're so fucking tight...so wet..." he murmured hotly.

Rosalie loved this feeling, sure she and Emmett had been dating for less than a month but she felt safe with him. Trusted that he would never hurt her. She turned her head and bit into his hand.

"Mine," she growled, as his movements quickened.

His teeth scraped her neck and he pounded into her harder.

"Yours," he agreed.

Rosalie felt her body heat up, as if she were about to burst into flames. She exploded around his shaft, squeezing around him. It was the most intense, and mind-blowing orgasm she had experienced to date.

Emmett pumped inside her two more times before pressing himself so tightly against her, you would think their bodies had melded into one. He gave a grunt and shouted out her name as his cock twitched and jerked inside of her.

"Happy Birthday baby," he whispered huskily, brushing kisses all over her back.

When they re-grouped and gathered their wits, Rosalie grabbed Emmett's head and pulled him in for a kiss. This kiss, was void the hotness and urgency of earlier.

"I could love you Emmett Cullen," she breathed, eyes fluttering open to meet his.

"I think that ship's sailed already for me Miss Hale," he said kissing her nose.

They embraced tightly for a few moments, before getting dressed and fixing anything that had gone askew.

"The others must think I've dropped into the toilet bowl," she joked as she straightened her dress one last time, and smoothing her hair.

Emmett chuckled and held the door open to let her out. She looked like a woman freshly fucked, skin glowing and a bounce in her step.

Emmett made a mental note to send Kate Denali a thank you note in the morning.

A/N: Well since Emmett is my special baby, I had to give him a moment in here. I love me some Jazz, but how could you not love that smile and that body of Em's?

Emmett: KCLutz4475, this is just a teaser for you babes. *wink*

p.s: NO Rosie is not gonna go for Jacob...lol certain greedy ppl, who will remain nameless *coughKCLutz4475cough* wants Em all to her self.

Emmett: Can you blame her/.

Me: Emmett go away! Sheesh...lol

p.p.s: Today I read a story and it had in a lemon, and this was the first time I've read a lemon and laughed aloud. It was well written but the names they used to describe the gentalia were hilarious. Example: " leaking honey pot" , "perky peaks", " blue-veined junket pumper", " tight pink pit of pleasure" ahahahahaha I'm sorry but...pahahahahah they're so funny it's cute. As I said the lemon itself was good...but these phrases? I died.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed Em and Rosie's tryst. The party goes on...tonight...maybe ;)