**Important Note: This is an outtake in Edward's point of view. This is not the next chapter of No Ordinary Proposal. This outtake will be Edward's perspective of the time from the end of part two until their 'first time' together. There will be some repetition of conversations/situations, except these will be from Edward's side.**

Thanks to SusanQ, Nicffwhisperer, Kikki7, Vampshavelaws, Julie, KittyVuitton, Stephanie, Perry, Jaime, Nolebucgrl, and Sydney Alice for all of their help pre-reading/betaing/supporting me. I'm always tinkering until right before posting and any mistakes are mine.


EPOV Part 3

"It's actually quite simple. I want you, Bella."

She looked stunned, as if the possibility was completely ridiculous. I wasn't sure whether that was flattering or disturbing.

Did she think she wasn't someone I could be attracted to, or was I someone she could never be attracted to?

I watched the different emotions flashing in her eyes while she gulped down all the wine in her glass: surprise, excitement, disbelief, panic, shock. She had such expressive eyes. I could quite happily watch them—and her—for days.

Years.

Ever.

She poured herself more wine, and I wondered if I'd made a mistake.

Had I made her too uncomfortable already? Were my instincts about her wrong? Was I on a fool's mission?

It was disconcerting to feel so out of control, when control was what I was seeking. I forced myself to bury my insecurities.

Or at least cover them up with some laughter.

"Is the thought of me wanting you so awful, Bella?"

She shook her head. "Surreal. Not awful. Unbelieveable. Not awful. Impossible. Not awful."

Well, that answered one of my questions. She didn't think it was possible for me to be interested in her. Although it flattered me that she seemed to regard me highly, I was also disappointed she found herself unworthy of my attention.

She was hands down the most gorgeous woman I'd ever laid eyes on. Not over-stylized, polished, money-bought beauty, which was what I was normally surrounded by. No, Bella had natural good looks. An allure that couldn't be manufactured by makeup and cosmetic surgery.

She was stunning really.

I would be telling her that a lot, until she believed me.

"We'll have to work on that." I sent her a reassuring smile. "Just answer a couple questions for me, all right?"

She was silent, but nodded for me to continue.

"From what I've gathered so far, you worked your tail off so that you could get out of Forks and live a better life. Am I correct?"

She nodded again. "Yes."

"Good. I love determination, tenacity, fighting for what you want. I'm the same way." And I want you, Bella Swan. "Also, as I understand it, you have no more ties to your hometown. The only person close to you is your best friend, Miss Brandon?"

"Yes."

"And she is also coming to New York for college?"

"Yes."

I leaned closer to her, watching her eyes carefully. I knew it was a thin line I was treading, and if I made one false move, she would bolt.

What was it she needed? Wanted? What would it take to keep her with me?

"Tell me, Bella. Where do you see yourself in five years? What is it you want your future to be?"

She appeared so uncertain as she thought over my question, and it shouldn't have surprised me. She was young. I needed to remember that, even if her words and actions made her seem much older. Her circumstances growing up had given her a maturity well beyond her years, but I couldn't forget she was still trying to forge her own path.

I just wanted her path to converge with mine.

"I'm not sure yet."

I nodded, thinking perhaps it was time to nudge her in my direction.

"Can I tell you what I thought when I read your scholarship essay?" I waited for her to nod before continuing. "You seemed to be unsure exactly where you wanted to go career-wise, only that you wanted something different. What really struck me, though, was that you wanted to belong, to be in the right place, a family."

My heart started beating faster when her eyes widened, and I knew I was right.

This was right.

"I believe we are more alike than you think."

I was about to explain to her she had more than one option when Hannah appeared to take our dinner plates and set the dessert on the table. A slight breeze blew as Hannah walked away, and the vanilla scent of Bella hit me.

Was it her shampoo? Some kind of lotion? Or just her?

I didn't know, but I couldn't stay away from her any longer. I moved my chair, sitting down and scooting closer until we were bumping knees. When she didn't object or pull away from my touch, I pushed the boundary and hooked my foot around hers.

I picked up a fork, scooping a bite of the cake onto it and held it out for her. "Try this."

She closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around the fork, a small moan escaping when she tasted the chocolate.

Fuck.

Me.

I was in trouble.

Thoughts of the sounds she would make when I was inside her bombarded my mind.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I forced myself to inhale and exhale.

And to keep my fucking hands to myself.

She had no idea what she was doing to me. She had me wrapped around her little finger already, and she had no clue.

I occupied myself with the dessert, trading off bites with her, and calming myself down. She remained quiet, and I hoped my obvious desire for her hadn't scared her.

There was her vanilla smell again. I couldn't stop myself from leaning even closer.

What was going through her head?

"You aren't saying much. Are you afraid of me, Bella?"

"No," she whispered.

Her eyes were wide, open, almost welcoming. She was pulling me in.

I had to know if she felt it too. I just needed a taste.

One little taste.

"May I kiss you?"

Please say yes.

"Okay." She didn't hesitate, and my entire body felt charged. Like a lightning bolt had hit me.

I moved as slowly as I could, cupping her cheeks and running my thumbs along her soft skin. She closed her eyes, and I did the same, savoring the feel of her lips. She was soft. Perfect. When she opened her mouth, letting me in, her taste almost overwhelmed me.

It was like she was made for me.

I had to remind myself to be slow. Gentle. I pulled myself back, and it was one of the hardest things I'd ever done. I wanted her so much. Right here. Right now. But I couldn't yet.

Not yet.

Soon.

She'd already put some trust in me to allow these kisses. I couldn't push my luck.

"Mmmm." God, she tasted good. Felt good. "That was perfect."

She reclined back in her seat, and it was almost instinctive to not let her get too far. I was barely aware I'd leaned toward her again for more, until she put her hand on my chest to stop my advance.

Don't blow this, Cullen.

"I apologize," I said, returning to my own chair and giving her some space. "I didn't mean to come on so strong, so fast. You're just very irresistible."

Part of her hair fell toward her face, and I reached out to brush it back, letting it slide through my fingers.

She was quiet, her face a mix of emotions.

Did she regret the kiss? Did I push too far?

"Get serious. I'm not irresistible." She narrowed her eyes at me. "I've seen your pictures on the internet, a different blonde model on your arm every day. So, it's time to tell me the truth. What is going on here?"

Ah!

She thought I wanted a fling. An easy fuck. It was understandable considering I'd lived the playboy lifestyle for many years.

"You shouldn't believe anything you see or read about me on the internet." I watched her, hating when she dropped her gaze to her lap. "And I vehemently disagree with your self-assessment."

"Whatever."

It was time to lay it all on the line. She was obviously confused, and I didn't want her to be irritated when I made my proposal.

"You feel it too, don't you?"

"Feel what?"

I smiled when she glanced back up. "The pull between us. I felt it the first time I heard your voice. I haven't been able to think about anything but you for a week now."

She opened her mouth, but didn't say a word.

Shit.

I hoped to everything holy I wasn't misreading this situation. But I couldn't wait any longer. The time was now.

"Fuck it."

She giggled and my eyes darted in her direction. I loved that sound and wanted to hear more of it.

She just had to say yes first.

"Are you ready to know why you're here?"

"Yes."

I stood up and started pacing. There was so much nervous energy inside me, and it wasn't a feeling I was used to. She had me all twisted around.

And maybe that was a good thing.

It was unlike anything I'd experienced before, but I liked it.

It had to mean something. Right? It had to mean she was it. This was meant to happen. She belonged to me.

Not to me. With me. With me.

I was being a possessive fuck already.

But it was hard not to think of her as mine. I wanted her to be mine and nobody else's.

She was perfect for me.

I couldn't mess this up. She probably already thought I was a lunatic for pacing around in front of her like an idiot.

Get your shit together.

I stopped and set my sights on her again. "Okay, I'll start out with a couple things about me. The first of which is that almost all my life, I've made decisions based on my gut instincts. As you can see, it's worked out relatively well for me."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. You're a genius the likes of which us mere mortals could never hope to be."

I laughed when she rolled her eyes. Yeah, I had an ego. So what?

"Now that I know you understand how awesome I am…the point of that was to say I'm going with my gut here tonight also. None of this will sound reasonable, logical, or conventional…because it's not.

"The last few years I've become somewhat reflective. I appreciate all the success I've been granted, but I'm not getting any younger. I'm sure with your investigative skills, you are already well aware that I'm thirty-seven, about to be thirty-eight." I watched her acknowledge our ages, hoping she wasn't put off by the large difference. "Well, I've felt recently that my life is incomplete. What will all this wealth matter in the end if I don't have anyone to share it with, or pass it down to?"

I sat back down next to her, taking her hand in mine. I needed to be close. She calmed me.

"I have a proposal for you."

She didn't say anything, but waved for me to continue. I took a deep breath and prayed for this to work.

"First, I want you to know that no matter what, if you tell me no, I'll still take care of your tuition and you can forget all about this. Remember that, because I don't want you to think you're being forced into anything. You always have a choice."

She looked relieved, and I smiled. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel trapped. I wanted her to choose to be with me because she wanted to be.

"Tell me, Edward. I'm losing my mind here."

I laughed a little. She wasn't the only one losing her mind. Mine had been gone for about a week now.

Spit it out. Just do it.

"I want a family. I want children." I squeezed her hand. "And I want you to help me with that."

Fuck.

I said it. I really said it. Out loud. Not just in my crazy mind.

Her eyes popped out, and she swallowed a few times, but she hadn't screamed or run off.

Yet.

Keep talking, you idiot.

"I know this sounds crazy. Believe me, I want to kick my own ass as I hear the words coming out of my mouth. But I also know it's right." I paused and took a breath. "I will make this worth your while. We can negotiate the terms, of course, but I would give you everything you could ever want.

"As a starting point, if you agreed, I would give you two million free and clear."

She still wasn't saying anything.

What did that mean? Was that enough money?

I would give her whatever she wanted.

"Then, each year you stayed with me you would receive another million. For each child we had together, another two million would go to you. You could use this money however you wanted, just as long as it didn't endanger you, our marriage, or our kids.

"And that money would only be extra. I would still lavish you daily with anything your heart desired, or anything I thought you needed or wanted."

I was so fucking nervous, I was rambling like a crazy man. She still hadn't uttered a word.

Was she in shock? Did I have a shot in hell?

I was waiting for her to kick me. Slap me. Throw her glass of wine in my face.

"M…m…marriage?" she finally squeaked.

I nodded. "Yes, of course. I want a legal partnership with you. I would want our kids to have both a mother and father. Think of it like pre-arranged marriages, which have happened since the beginning of time, often with the bride and groom never having met before the big day."

That sounded plausible. At least to me.

I wasn't going to go into this without the security of some kind of legal binding. I wanted her to have my name. To truly be mine.

She just stared at me. Did she think I was crazy?

Probably.

I didn't know whether to let it sink in a bit or to keep talking. I would have given anything to hear her thoughts.

Eventually she shook her head.

"It doesn't make any sense to me. Why me? There are a million women out there that would marry you in a heartbeat."

Oh, baby girl. If you only knew.

"Let's just say that I've been burned in the past. It's hard for me to trust people, and I often shut myself off."

I couldn't risk getting my heart ripped out again. I didn't know if I could take it a second time.

"Why do you think you can trust me?"

"That's a good question. I suppose I feel more comfortable going into this by having some control over the situation. I've been looking for the right woman, and nobody bowled me over like you did from the first moment." I lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. "I want you, Bella. I like that you have no other ties, no other complications. I like that you are young, beautiful, determined, and…feisty. I want you to be mine, to be completely devoted and invested in me, in our family."

I was starting to feel like I was only fooling myself by believing I was controlling anything. It was clear I was already in neck deep. I was just getting carried along by a mirage of control.

It wasn't real.

If I was honest, I would have admitted I already knew this beautiful and enigmatic girl could crush me. I denied it in my head, but my heart was already too invested.

Everything I'd avoided for a decade, and had tried to obstruct with this proposal, was happening anyway.

But I stuck my head in the sand, continuing to tell myself this was protection. That I was successfully putting a barrier around my feelings. That this arrangement would mean nobody would get hurt.

Not me. Not Bella.

She would be mine, but we could keep our hearts to ourselves.

Yes, I was a fool.

So many emotions flashed across her face as she thought through everything I laid out. The longer she stayed quiet, the more nervous I became.

I had to prepare myself for the possibility she'd turn me down.

It would have been the smart choice if I were in her shoes. She didn't know me. She didn't trust me. I had no right to think she'd agree to my insanity.

She was going to tell me no.

I tried to stay calm, even while it felt like I was being crushed from the inside. It was a heavy sadness, which I hadn't even imagined was possible.

"Edward, I..."

I put my finger over her lips. Maybe she'd change her mind and agree if she gave it more time. I just couldn't handle hearing her say no yet.

I couldn't handle thinking I was never going to have the family I wanted. That I was never going to have her.

"Sleep on it, Bella. Think over everything I said, and we can discuss it more tomorrow. I'm sure you will have questions and I certainly don't want you to rush your decision either way."

Especially if you're going to tell me no.

"Maybe I don't want to sleep on it."

I sighed. "I do like your fire." I stood and pulled her up with me. "Come on, let me show you to your room. Please take tonight to think it over."

I held her hand in mine, leading her inside.

"Wait...I'm staying here?" She sounded surprised.

I stopped and turned toward her. "If that's all right with you. You'll have a room to yourself."

Did she think I was just going to send her off by herself in this city?

Over my dead body.

She nodded and we continued on, heading up the stairs. I pointed out different rooms and paintings and decor along the way, feeling maybe she would be swayed to stay if she liked what she saw.

I took her to a bedroom down the hall from mine. I couldn't deny the idea of her sleeping so close both excited and tormented me. I watched her as she looked around, trying to gauge her thoughts.

Did she like it? Was she comfortable?

"Nice accommodations," she said.

I grinned at her teasing. She hadn't said much since my proposal, but she seemed okay now.

"I'm glad it meets your specifications, Miss Swan." I walked over to show her the bathroom. "Everything you need should be stocked in here, but you can contact Hannah if there's something missing that you require."

I kept my eyes on her while she explored, silently begging her to say something. Give me some clues as to what she thought about everything.

She finally turned back toward me. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Anything."

"If I agreed to your…uh…proposed arrangement, is this how we'd live?" She waved her hands, motioning around the room.

I didn't understand what she was asking, but her considering staying made my heart thump in my chest.

"What do you mean?"

"Separate bedrooms? Separate lives? You stopping by occasionally to try and knock me up?"

Oh, hell no.

I wasn't going to let her believe that for even a second. I wanted everything.

I strode over and stopped right in front of her.

"No." I slid my hands up her arms, the tremble in her body assuring me she was as affected by my touch as I was by hers. "If you agree, you will be in my bed. Our bed. We will be together…in every way."

I leaned down and kissed her, pulling her body to mine. She felt so good in my arms. I didn't hold back this time, needing her to understand how much I wanted her.

And I did.

I fucking wanted her so much.

She didn't pull back, didn't flinch even a little. In fact, she was just as eager in her kisses as I was. When her tongue slid along mine, every ounce of blood in my body went straight to my dick. I almost lost it and pushed her to the bed when she moaned in my mouth.

Stop!

Thankfully a sliver of control seeped into my head. It almost hurt to end it, but I backed away from her before I started ripping off any clothes.

We stood there staring at each other for a moment, both of us panting, our chests heaving like we'd just run a marathon.

Fuck.

Maybe just one more kiss.

No. I'd never stop.

"I should leave now." I knew if I didn't, we'd end up in that bed in seconds. I walked toward the door, pausing and turning back to look at her once more. "Sleep well, Bella. I'll see you in the morning."

I stepped out and closed the door behind me, but paused before walking away. I kept my hand pressed to the door, as if I could cling to the energy I'd just felt.

What the fuck was that?

It was like I'd been run over by a steamroller.

How many times had I kissed women in my life? Thousands?

Never had I felt what I did a few moments ago. Never.

Did she feel it too? This couldn't all just be in my crazy head. Could it?

When I heard her moving around her room, I put some space between myself and the door. I made my way down the hall, each step away from her more painful than the last.

But I couldn't go back. I needed to let her have this time to think. I wanted her more than anything, but she had to make the choice.

I walked into my bedroom, stripping down, and throwing myself onto the bed. Images of Bella flashed through my head, and it didn't help that I was still sporting a semi from earlier.

What would it be like if we were sharing this bed?

My semi went full-mast at that thought.

Fuck.

I rolled over to my side, punching my pillow. I was not going to be a fucking creeper who jacked off to the beautiful woman two doors down.

I was not.

No.

Although thinking about this being the last night it would be my bed instead of our bed was better than the alternative of her taking her tuition money and telling me no.

I could still smell her vanilla scent and taste her on my tongue. And it was fucking amazing.

I only hoped I still lingered in her senses the way she did mine, and that she liked it as much as I did.

~~~*~~~NOP EPOV~~~*~~~

I bolted out of bed the next morning, jumping in the shower and heading downstairs for coffee. I was a nervous wreck, wondering what the verdict would be.

Jenks arrived by nine, just as promised, delivering two copies of the contract.

"Do you have any copies of this?" I asked him.

He sat across from me, in my office, and I kept a close eye to make sure none of his sweat fell on my carpet. I was going to have to fumigate the room as it was.

"I have one hard copy in my private file and one on a flash drive."

As soon as any alterations were made—in the event Bella agreed—I was going to have him get rid of his flash drive.

I flipped through the pages, making sure he had everything in there I'd asked for.

"You included the two different versions of the custody clause?"

He nodded. "Yes, they're both in there."

I took out the pages I wanted, setting them to the side. As much as I wanted Bella, I still had to determine her true thoughts on motherhood.

After confirming the document was as I specified, I glanced back up. "Thanks for bringing these over. I'll contact you as soon as we're ready to sign, which could be as early as later today."

"I'll be at the office until six."

I ushered him out soon after, letting him know Alec would also be by sometime soon to give his statement on the Newton kid incident. My fists clenched even thinking about that little fucker putting his hands on my Bella.

On my way back to my office, Hannah stopped me.

"Did you want any breakfast?"

She didn't even wait for me to answer, instead turning and walking back toward the kitchen and expecting me to follow her.

I did.

I sat at the island and she set some breads and fruits in front of me.

"Or did you want to wait for Bella?"

I looked up at her, finding a sly smile on her face. "What are you smiling at?"

"Oh, nothing." She fiddled around with some plates, and poured me some juice. "I like her. She's a sweetheart."

"I like her, too."

She smiled again. "I know. I can tell. You're smitten."

I would have rolled my eyes, but she was right. I decided it was better to pretend I didn't hear her.

"As for waiting for Bella, she's probably still tired from the jetlag, and I'm not sure how long she'll sleep in. I don't want to disturb her. I'm going to be up in my office, so could you take her up there when she's finished with her breakfast?"

She patted me on the arm. "Sure I will."

I ate my breakfast in relative peace, but she got one last word in before I retreated back upstairs.

"Good luck, Edward."

I shook my head. Damn woman had some kind of sixth sense about things. It was impossible to get anything over on her.

I scoured through the pages of the contract again, going through each line just to be sure everything was correct. My stomach was in knots as I waited for Bella to appear. When the clock hit noon, I was back up, pacing around my desk.

Was she going to say yes or no?

I was beginning to annoy myself with my worrying either way. I grabbed my stress ball off the desk, squeezing that fucker as hard as I could.

If she said no, then I was just going to have to deal with it. I'd get over it somehow. It wasn't like I'd known her very long. Surely it wouldn't kill me.

Right?

The sharp pain in my chest disagreed.

Fuck.

Where was that damn aspirin?

Just as I was about to swallow a few, Alec called.

"Hey, boss."

"Hello."

"So, how did everything go? Do you need anything from me?"

"Are you asking for me or for Bella?"

"Both."

I chuckled. Alec was a good guy, and I was lucky to have found him.

"So far, so good. I'll have some news for you one way or the other by tomorrow. I really appreciate all your help with Bella. Thank you."

"Okay, well I was just checking in. I also wanted to thank you for the gift I found outside this morning."

I'd had a brand new Hummer H4 delivered to him as a surprise. I'd shaken my head at him when he told me they looked cool, but if that was what he wanted, that was what he was getting.

"You took care of my girl. I hope you like it."

"I do. I don't even know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything. I appreciate everything you've done, and I'm sure there will be more favors in the future. Thanks again. Oh, and I told Jenks you would be by to give your statement."

"I'll get that done today."

I felt a bit calmer after our goodbyes. I took a deep breath and rubbed my face, trying to zone out from my thoughts for a few minutes.

That's when I heard the knock on the door. My heart started beating double time as Bella walked in.

Was it possible she was even more beautiful today than she'd been yesterday?

I shot up from my seat, running my hand through my hair.

"Hello, Bella. Did you sleep well? Have you eaten?"

She smiled and took a seat. "Yes and yes. How are you? Did you sleep well?"

I sat back down, unable to take my eyes off of her. Fuck, she was gorgeous. "As well as can be expected. I was worried I'd wake up this morning and find you'd run off screaming during the night."

She raised her eyebrow at me. "Were you trying to scare me off?"

"No, I was very much hoping you'd still be here."

I was hoping she'd tell me she was staying forever.

My hopes were dashed when she broke eye contact, looking down at her lap. That meant bad news was coming. I swallowed the lump in my throat, waiting for the no I was expecting.

"We have to talk about this."

I sighed, fixing my eyes down at my desk. It was like my whole body deflated.

Why did I ever think she would agree? Why in the hell would she want to be with me?

She was gorgeous and had her whole life in front of her. I was an old man in comparison. An old, lonely, desperate man.

Fuck.

"Edward, let me get this out of the way to start. I'm going to agree with your proposal, but we need to discuss some things first."

What? Did she just say she was agreeing?

I lifted my head, grinning at her smile. She was saying yes. I jumped out of my seat, the urge to have her in my arms too strong to deny.

I pulled her up, hugging her to me and burying my nose in her sweet, vanilla-scented neck. I kissed her soft skin, loving the way her body responded to mine.

"You're saying yes." I had to repeat it just so I'd believe it.

She laughed and tried to push me away. "Okay, okay. I'm sure there will be plenty of time for this later. We have to talk first, and I can't think with you so close. You make my brain go mushy."

I did let her go, knowing she'd be back in my arms soon enough. I was happier than I ever remembered being, and would have agreed to pretty much anything she wanted at this point.

I walked back over and sat at my desk. "The feeling is mutual, Bella. Just so you know." I pulled out the documents and handed her one. "I think it will be easier to talk through, if we have everything down on paper. I had my lawyer draw this up, but we can amend things until we are both comfortable."

I put my reading glasses on, wishing I'd gone ahead and wore my contacts.

"Do you want to go through it point by point, or read it all through first?"

She didn't answer, and I glanced over to find her staring at me.

"What's wrong, Bella?"

"You can't wear those." Her eyes darted back down to her lap.

"I can't wear what?"

"Those glasses."

What the hell was she talking about?

I couldn't help but laugh a little. "Why can't I wear them? Do you have a problem with glasses?"

"They're too distracting and I need to focus."

Hmm. Interesting.

It seemed my Bella had a thing for glasses. I'd remember that for the future.

"They're distracting? How so, Miss Swan?"

She huffed and refused to answer, making me laugh again. Her cheeks were pink, and I wanted to end her embarrassment. We had important things to talk about.

"I apologize; normally I wear contacts, but I didn't put them in this morning." I held up my papers. "I need to be able to read this though."

She exhaled loudly. "Fine, let's do this."

I let her read in silence, estimating how far she was getting and waiting for her to ask any questions.

I didn't have to wait long.

"So we aren't allowed to discuss this arrangement with anyone?" she asked.

I had put in a non-disclosure agreement, wanting to protect not only my privacy, but hers as well. It wouldn't be good for either of us if anyone knew of our arrangement.

"I'd prefer we kept it to ourselves, Bella. Not only for our sakes, but it would be awkward for any children we may have."

"But what are we going to tell people if I'm here all of a sudden and married to you?"

"We'll have to discuss exactly what we want to tell people. It shouldn't be too difficult to come up with something. And in the event that our agreement is no longer suitable for one or both of us, the non-disclosure will still be in place. Nobody should ever know about this except us, no matter what happens in the future."

I figured we could stick with mostly the truth, saying we'd met through the scholarship mix-up. It would hardly be shocking to anyone if I said I fell for her immediately.

She was beautiful.

She nodded and kept reading. I worried a bit as she went through the financial section.

Did I put enough in?

My stomach clenched at the thought she was agreeing just to be wealthy. It was possible, and probably likely that was the case. But I knew she felt an attraction for me too.

An attraction could grow into more. And hopefully the more wouldn't have anything to do with my money.

"This is too much, Edward. I don't need all this."

She was turning down money?

I wasn't sure what that meant. All I knew was that her having her own money from the outset would make her staying with me be by choice rather than need.

I didn't want anything to do with someone using me. I needed her to want me. I needed to trust her intentions.

"It's not too much. I'm asking you to change your entire life for me. Not only that, but the hefty amounts will give us both security. I want to know you are with me because you want to be, not that you feel obligated. If you know there are millions in your pocket if you left, then I know you really want to be here if you stay."

"So it will give you peace of mind if I stay despite being independently wealthy?"

I nodded, watching her purse her lips.

"How rich are you anyway?"

I smiled. "I have billions, so don't fret about the amounts on these pages."

"Fine, then. Give me millions. But I hate this pay-as-you-go-for-the-kids thing. It makes me sound like a glorified incubator."

I frowned. Did she not understand how much I wanted a family?

"Well, I'd like to compensate you for providing me heirs."

She narrowed her eyes. "They would be mine as well. I think them having half my DNA is compensation enough."

Fuck.

It was hot when she got angry. Add a momma bear tendency on top of that, and I was trying to discreetly adjust myself in my seat.

I cleared my throat. "As you wish. We'll take out the compensation for children clauses."

She grabbed a pen off the desk and started crossing lines out on her papers. I fucking loved that she wasn't afraid to tell me what she wanted.

I watched her carefully as she read through the next section. This would be the real test on how she truly felt about having children.

She shook her head and finally looked over at me. "I'm...I'm not sure if I can do this."

"What do you mean?"

"Edward, any woman who would sign away the rights to her unborn children is not worthy of being a mother in the first place. It's insulting and a little worrisome this is even in the contract. If all you want is a surrogate, then go find someone else." She threw the contract on my desk and stood up. "I don't think I can be a part of this."

"Wait!" I walked over to her quickly, taking her hands in mine. "You're offended by my asking for sole custody in the event we separate and have children, right?"

She nodded, but wouldn't meet my eyes.

"That actually comforts me, Bella."

She did lift her head at that. "Then why? Why would you put that in there?"

"To make sure you did care."

Her mouth fell open. "You put it in there as a test?"

"Yes." It was obvious she didn't believe me. "I swear. If you would sit back down, I'll show you."

After I'd gotten her back in her seat, I took out the revised pages and handed her a copy.

"Joint custody?" she asked after reading through it.

I nodded, sending her a smile. "This, of course, is only in the event of our separation...which hopefully will not be necessary. But if so, our arrangement would be joint custody."

"I would have to remain in New York."

"Yes. I would want us to still reside near each other."

"I can agree to this, but stop with the stupid game-playing. It's difficult enough for me to build trust in you...in this whole situation. I can do without your tests."

I didn't feel bad about making sure. It was hard for me to trust anyone, and I was investing a lot in Bella.

But damn, she was hot when she got mad.

"What?" she snapped.

"Nothing. You're just quite adorable when you're angry."

It was difficult to read what she was feeling, something had changed from her anger. But I almost vaulted over my desk when she bit her lip.

"Don't bite your lip."

She snickered and released it eventually, reading on through the document.

"What is this traveling business all about?"

"My company is based here in New York, but I do have to travel occasionally. Mostly back and forth to L.A., although sometimes overseas. I want you to travel with me as long as you are physically able to."

"You mean until the point where I'm waddling around with a basketball in my belly?"

I couldn't wait for that. "Yes, something like that."

"But what about school?"

Huh?

"I assumed college was your way of escaping Forks, but with our arrangement that particular avenue would no longer hold as much value to you. I guess I'm selfish and would prefer you were completely invested in us. Besides, you would have to quit anyway when you got pregnant."

"What?" She seemed shocked while flipping through the pages. "For your information, pregnant women go to class every single day, all over the world. If you think I'm just going to sit around the house all day waiting for you to come home, then you have the wrong girl. I would be bored out of my mind and would likely start throwing around your precious works of art for entertainment."

Yeah, I really misread that one. Apparently college was more important to her than I'd assumed.

"It's not set in stone, Bella. No need to get upset. That's why we're discussing this. I'll worry if you are off traipsing through this city by yourself."

She was not familiar with the city. She was young, pretty, and now attached to me. She would be a target on so many levels, and I cringed at the thought of her alone, even on the NYU campus.

"While I'm unsure exactly what direction I'd like to go in terms of a degree, I still want to take at least a few classes. I'd like the experience. I won't overload myself, maybe just a class or two a semester."

There was nothing I would deny her, although I wanted her to put us above any of her other priorities.

"I understand. College can be a very fulfilling and rewarding experience, and I certainly don't want to hold you back. However, I want us...this...to come first."

"My taking classes won't interfere with giving you attention."

It wasn't about giving me attention. Well, maybe it was a little. I just wanted her all to myself, but I'd deal with her other aspirations.

As long as she took precautions, both for herself and any children she might carry.

"I must insist that transportation is provided for you. I would be out of my mind if I thought you were riding in subways and cabs alone. Also, in the event you are due to deliver mid-semester, I would prefer you take that semester off."

Was I being unreasonable with those requests?

I didn't think so.

"Edward, you need to understand that all of this is completely new to me. I haven't had anyone to really answer to or keep track of me since my mother passed away. This is going to be an adjustment for me, and you are going to have to compromise if you really want this to work."

The control I aimed for was slipping right through my fingers, but I wanted her to be happy above anything else.

"I understand. I don't want to push you away by being too domineering. But I also want to add that there are plenty of other activities you can pursue outside of academia. I'm sure I could teach you anything you could learn at NYU, and probably better. Plus, I imagine my mother will corral you into helping with her charity projects."

Jesus. I hadn't even begun to think about my mother's reaction to all this. She was going to flip out when she found out I was getting married.

At least I knew her excitement would make up for my father's disapproval.

Fuck him.

I shook my head, pushing away thoughts of my asshole of a father.

"Well, I'm flattered by your modesty regarding Edward Cullen University, but I think I'll stick with NYU for now."

I laughed, enjoying her spunk.

"So your family lives close by?" she asked.

"Yes, Emmett is my brother and also works at CWI. He lives here in the city. My parents have a place here but spend most of their time at their home in Connecticut."

"Are they going to be upset about you being with me?"

"No. Why would you think that?"

"From what I've read, your family is old money. Won't your parents be upset that you're marrying some nobody girl from Washington?"

I was amused by her question, mostly because any reticence exhibited would be solely from my father and that would all be directed at me.

She was worrying for the wrong reasons.

"My mother will be ecstatic that I'm finally settling down. She's been harping on me for a decade about grandchildren. I'm sure she will love you. In fact, she can be a little overwhelming at times, so please let me know if she's smothering you. I will tell her to back off."

I didn't bother mentioning my father. That was a subject best kept for another day.

I flipped to the next section, wondering what her reaction would be to my having her medical records.

She didn't disappoint.

"How did you get all this information about me?" She sounded angry again.

"I told you I did background research. It wouldn't have been very prudent of me to go into this without knowing of your health and any possible genetic abnormalities in your family history. Mine is all there as well."

Her eyes were fiery. "You could have just asked me. This is private. You even have my damn gynecological exam information."

Yes, I knew it all. She'd never been with anyone else.

Even though I'd never say it out loud, I liked that.

She'd only be with me.

My blood was racing already.

"Sorry. I was only being thorough. Besides, if we're married, there's no need to be private about these things."

"Yeah, well we're not married and maybe I don't want my children to get your smug genes." She surprised me by throwing her pen at my head, but luckily I saw it coming and ducked. "Asshole," she added.

I'd never wanted anyone more. I was an inch away from scooping her up and running to the nearest bedroom.

Actually the couch would work. So would my desk. Hell, at this point, the floor would have been fine with me.

"Be careful, Isabella. Your foul mouth actually turns me on."

I watched her reach for another pen, contemplating throwing it.

I kind of wanted her to.

Fuck.

I took a breath and willed my dick to stand down.

"If you are done throwing your tantrum, you'll see we are both perfectly healthy."

Her lips curved into a sly smile. "I don't know, Edward. I'm not sure if you can keep up with me. You are getting old. I may have to go look for something on the side."

Even though I knew she was just trying to rile me up, it worked anyway. She tapped into the one thing that would send me off. The image of me walking in on Kate and Jake popped into my head, only this time, Bella was in her place.

I was pissed. Not really at her, but at the realization she could betray me at some point.

Could I trust her not to?

I wanted to. I really did.

"You will do nothing of the sort. If you would turn to the next section, it clearly states that we will be monogamous to one another."

There was my dealbreaker. Anything else in the contract was somewhat negotiable.

Except cheating.

"What if you don't satisfy me?" she asked.

Now I knew she was only playing with me, and I laughed. She didn't know what she was getting into. My eyes roamed her body, and I got worked up all over again thinking about all the things I wanted to do to her.

With her.

"You will be more than satisfied, I promise you that. I would wager that you will be the one trying to keep up with my appetite."

She lifted her chin in challenge, and I almost licked my lips.

"I guess we'll see."

"Yes, we most certainly will."

We both backed off that particular topic for the moment, and she kept reading.

"Neither party will use contraception until after the birth of the first child, and at that point only upon mutual agreement," she read out loud.

I leaned back and folded his arms. "Is there a problem with that?"

"No, I guess not." She sounded unsure.

I'd read her words. I knew she wanted children, like I did.

Right?

"What are you thinking?"

She glanced up at me, hesitating to answer.

"Doesn't it bother you at all? Going into this without truly knowing each other or loving each other?"

I want you, but I have to protect myself.

I wouldn't admit to myself that my feelings were already too tangled up in her.

Not yet.

"I suppose I could have gone about this in a more conventional way, courted you in a normal fashion, until we were both positive of our future together. But patience is not one of my virtues. I knew from the first moment I heard your voice that I wanted you. Then after reading your words, I had no desire to wait any longer. I very nearly flew to Washington myself to get to you, only Alec talked me out of that." I took a breath and sent her a smile. "I know you feel the same spark of attraction to me as I feel for you. That's how great romances start, right? Attraction? And I think we have that covered in spades."

She blushed and seemed appeased by my explanation. "Okay." She read a little further before meeting my eyes again. "I don't like this part about you having authority to make decisions on my behalf unilaterally."

There would be times when I knew what was best. It was as simple as that.

But I had to remember she didn't like the idea she was being controlled.

"That would only ever come into play when I thought something was hazardous for you."

She shook her head. "What if your idea of hazardous is different from mine? I think I should have some input about all decisions that affect me."

"You will. I want this to be a partnership."

She pursed her lips, but nodded before reading through the end. When she flipped over the last page, I could barely sit still.

I wanted this deal closed. I wanted her to be mine. I wanted us together.

"Well, what do you think?"

She fiddled with her pen, her face going through a continuum of emotions as she thought through it all: excitement, fear, happiness, uneasiness, and hope.

Please say yes. Please say yes.

"I think…yes."

My world may have tilted on its axis a little while her yes resounded in my head. I grinned, immediately dialing up Jenks to let him know we would be there shortly.

I didn't want to waste one more minute.

Bella was mine.

After shredding my copy of the contract, I gathered Bella and her copy, and we were off to get the revisions finalized. The air was different between us as we sat in the back of the car.

More energized. Almost sparking with intensity.

It was as if the change in our relationship amped up the sexual tension significantly.

Or maybe it was all in my head.

Regardless, I could barely keep my hands to myself as we sat close and I pointed out various buildings and places we passed.

When we arrived, we were immediately escorted into Jenks' office.

I handed him Bella's copy. "I would like you to delete and shred the prior document you created and put these revisions in."

He nodded and wiped his brow. "Sure thing. This shouldn't take long."

And it didn't. He was efficient if nothing else.

After the final copy was created, Bella and I each signed our names after agreeing with the edits. Her hand trembled slightly, but I chalked it up to anticipation rather than doubt.

"I'll only keep this signed copy in my file, and then you have yours," Jenks told us.

I nodded. "That's good. I also want nothing saved on any computer file."

"I'll take care of it. Congratulations on your coming marriage."

Bella gave him a small smile, and we were off again.

It was done. It was signed, sealed, and delivered. I was happier than I'd ever been.

I told Felix to take us to Tiffany's, and I got back in the car next to Bella.

"You're awfully happy," she said.

Was I ever. I couldn't wait a second longer to have my hands on her. I pulled her to me, pushing her hair to the side so I could kiss her neck.

She smelled so fucking good.

"I most certainly am, my Bella."

My hands and mouth were everywhere, and she didn't disappoint in responding to my touch. She tilted her head and urged my hand up her thigh, and I was in heaven.

I couldn't wait to feel, smell, taste every single part of her.

The fucking sounds she made drove me crazy, and I brought my mouth down on hers. I wanted her lips. Her sounds.

Even her air.

She gripped my hair, trying to bring me even closer.

She wanted me. As much as I wanted her.

And it felt so fucking good.

I was close to ripping her panties off, but I forced myself to hold back. I wanted to make sure her first experience with sex was as pleasurable as possible.

Because I planned to keep her occupied in bed as often as I could.

"I want you so fucking much."

She hummed in agreement, and I moaned into her mouth. She was making it very difficult to hold back when she writhed against me.

The car came to a stop, and she let out a groan of frustration. My dick was in full agreement with her.

But first things first.

"Come on, baby. We're here."

She whined, and I laughed as I removed her fingers from my hair.

"We'll get back to that very soon. I promise."

There was no doubt. My dick was painfully hard, and if I didn't take her soon I was going to explode.

I helped her out of the car, watching her frown at the building.

"Why are we here?"

"Because I need to put a ring on your gorgeous finger."

I took her hand, leading her toward the door. When she stopped, I turned back toward her.

What was wrong?

I knew she was frustrated from ending our foreplay session, but I wanted to buy her jewelry.

Women loved jewelry.

Right?

At least every fucking woman I'd ever met before did.

"What is it, Bella?"

She looked almost scared, and I had no idea what was running through her head. I'd just had my tongue in her mouth and my hand up her skirt, and she was all over that.

What was wrong with Tiffany's?

"I'm okay. Just not a big fan of jewelry is all. I never wear the stuff." She smiled and squeezed my hand.

I still didn't understand, but laughed it off and put my arm around her waist. "Well, this particular piece of jewelry is important."

I finally got her inside and the manager took care of us himself.

Damn straight.

He knew I was going to spend a bundle, and I didn't want any fuckery of dealing with jittery clerks. Bella drank some champagne as I dismissed most of the original selections he put in front of us. She seemed nervous, and I put a hand on her bouncing knee.

I watched her face as I slid different rings on her finger, starting to get anxious with her continued disinterest.

Maybe she really didn't like jewelry?

"What do you think of this one?"

She took another drink. "It's fine."

Fine?

That wasn't going to work.

"Well, I want you to have something you like. Not something just fine."

I knew we finally hit the jackpot when she gave me a genuine smile. It was a simple ring, but if that was what she wanted, that's what she'd get.

"You like this one?"

She nodded and ignored the manager's praise.

I wanted to laugh. We were alike in our dismissal of contrived asskissing. I let her enjoy examining her new ring while I picked out bands to match for the two of us.

"Just put it all on my account," I told the manager.

"Of course, Mr. Cullen."

I put our boxed rings in my jacket pocket, and led Bella back out. Before we got through the door, I slipped her engagement ring off her finger.

I wanted her to have a real proposal.

And I was going to do it right now.

I knelt on the sidewalk, keeping her hand in mine. Her face was glowing as I looked up at her.

She was so beautiful.

"Your beauty takes my breath away, your fire makes me burn for you, and your willingness to be mine brings me to my knees. I know every day with you will be an adventure, and I truly hope this ride never ends. Isabella Marie Swan, will you marry me?"

My heart pounded as I waited for her answer.

I didn't have to wait long.

Her eyes were watery, but her smile was bright as she told me yes, and I put the ring back on her finger before standing to lift her in my arms.

This was really happening. I was getting married.

I would have my wife. My kids.

A real family.

She kissed me, her tongue sliding in my mouth. My mind fizzled out from her eagerness, and I fumbled to get us back in the car before I took her right there on the sidewalk.

I had her under me once we were in the car, our frenzied kisses an omen of good things to come.

I picked up the phone and told Felix to haul ass. If I wasn't inside Bella soon, I was going to start blowing things up.

She giggled, and I smiled down at her.

Fuck.

Her eyes were hooded, her cheeks flushed, her hair all wild.

Beautiful.

I kissed her again, smiling against her lips as she wiggled beneath me, helping me push her skirt up. She definitely wanted this as much as I did.

I ran my hands up and down her long legs, before she managed to wrap them around me, begging me to grind my dick against her.

Jesus.

I was close to coming in my pants.

When she started trying to unbutton my pants, I stopped her. I knew she wanted me. Hell, it was taking every bit of my strength to not take her right there.

But I wanted it to be better. I didn't want it to be rushed and frantic in the backseat.

Not for my Bella. She deserved more.

"Not yet, baby." I slipped my hand inside her panties. "I want you so fucking much, but your first time is not going to be in the back of a car."

Fuck.

I slid my fingers along the outside of her pussy. She was wet, hot, pleading for more.

"Edward."

"Fuck."

She felt so good. I couldn't wait to have my face buried right where my hand was. She moaned out when I rubbed her clit, and I brought my mouth down to muffle her cries.

I slid a finger inside her, trying to be slow and gentle.

But she felt so good.

Warm. Tight. Wet.

Fuck.

Her body reacted to my touch, trembling when I added another finger. She gasped into my mouth when my thumb worked over her clit again.

I wanted her to come. I wanted to see her face when she came from my fingers. She was so responsive, so pliable from my touch.

I couldn't wait to learn every single inch of her.

I placed my lips next to her ear, enjoying her shiver from my breath. "Does this feel good, Bella? Do you like me touching you?"

"Yes." Her voice was breathy, excited.

Would it turn her on to hear what I was going to do to her?

"I'm going to fuck you when we get home. Are you ready?"

I smiled from her shaking and enthusiastic nodding.

Oh, yeah.

My girl liked me to talk dirty to her.

She was fucking perfect.

"I feel you getting close. I want to see your face when you come on my fingers."

She bucked against my fingers, her lips parting, eyes closed, pure bliss written all over her face when she came.

Perfect.

"You're so beautiful." I brought her down slowly, with soft kisses and touches, enjoying her happiness.

This was only the beginning.

When the car stopped in front of the house, I made sure her skirt was pulled down before helping her out.

But I couldn't wait any longer.

I scooped her up, tossing her over my shoulder, and jogged up the steps and inside.

"Edward! Put me down."

I would have laughed, but I was too intent on getting her ass in my bed.

Our bed.

"No."

I got her upstairs and placed her down on the bed. Her clothes needed to be gone yesterday.

I unstrapped her sandals, tossing them across the room. Her eyes were wide as she watched me.

Excited? Scared?

"Don't be scared. I'm going to take very good care of you."

I felt her soft skin, running my hands up her legs until I found the zipper of her skirt and pulled it off.

"I'm not scared."

I smiled. She may not have been scared, but she was nervous. I could feel it in her trembles. I would do everything I could to make sure she was comfortable and enjoyed her first time. I pulled off her shirt, tossing it to the floor, and took a moment to appreciate how gorgeous she was.

"You're stunning, Bella."

I couldn't get enough of her. I kissed her everywhere. Touched her everywhere. Memorized her smell, the way she felt in my hands. I could have spent days admiring the curve of her hips and the way her nipples hardened under my tongue.

She seemed to enjoy every bit of attention I paid to her body, until she surprised me by suddenly propping herself up on her elbows and frowning at me.

"What's wrong?"

She waved her arm. "You're still dressed. It's not fair."

I laughed. Of course she would want to see me too. I had been too occupied with her to even think about undressing myself.

But I obliged her, watching her face as I took off my clothes.

It was interesting. Her blush. The way her mouth fell open when I kicked away my pants and boxers.

I had to admit it was an ego boost. I wanted her to find me as attractive as I found her.

It wasn't as if I lacked in past compliments, but it was more important to me what Bella thought.

After I was naked, I crawled back over her. "Is this better?"

She nodded and bit her lip.

Fuck.

My dick twitched.

"I'm going to taste you now."

She seemed a little surprised when I spread her legs wider and settled my face between her thighs, but I felt her reacting as soon as my fingers stroked her pussy again.

I waited no longer to have her in my mouth, flattening my tongue to lick all along her pussy.

Mmm.

I knew she would taste good.

I smiled when she fell back on the bed, taking my time and using every skill I'd ever learned. Before long she was bucking and flailing, and I locked her hips in place with my arm.

I wanted her to come hard. To be completely relaxed before I fucked her.

And she did.

It was fucking beautiful.

I didn't think she was even aware I'd stopped and moved, until I covered her mouth with mine.

She felt so good under me. Perfect. We just fit, and I couldn't wait any longer to be inside her.

To really make her mine.

But I needed one last confirmation. It would be painful, but I would stop if she didn't want to go any further today.

I knew I was moving fast, pushing our relationship.

But I wanted her.

I didn't want to wait any longer now that I had her.

"Are you sure?" I asked between kisses. "We can stop now if you want. I need you to tell me you're sure."

She opened her eyes and looked up at me. "Yes, I'm sure. I want this. I want you."

That was all I needed. I brushed the hair from her face and kissed her.

"Hold onto me, baby."

Her fingers dug into my shoulders when I pushed inside her. I watched her face, hoping it wasn't too painful.

Fuck.

It was difficult going slow. She felt so good, her pussy so tight around me. It took a little while before I was completely in, and I panted against her neck, waiting for her to be comfortable enough for me to continue.

She lifted her hips a little. "I'm okay."

I pulled out and pushed back in. "You feel so good."

She did. She felt amazing.

I rocked into her, taking it slow and easy. She eventually got the hang of it, moving with me, meeting me each time I pushed in further.

I lifted my chest so I could kiss her, watch her.

It had been so long since I'd been with anyone, and she felt so good. I didn't know how much longer I was going to last.

She opened her eyes, and I pressed my forehead to hers.

"Bella." I wanted her to come again. With me inside her.

I reached between us, stroking her. She was close. I knew she was.

I felt almost triumphant when I did bring her to another orgasm.

Fuck yes.

She clamped down around me, her fingers digging into my skin.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed her knee, tossing her leg over my hip before pressing down on top of her.

I lost myself, fucking her harder, my release coming fast after the slow build-up.

Fuck.

I buried my face in her neck, groaning as I came.

The feeling of coming inside her was like nothing I'd experienced before. I hadn't gone without a condom since Kate, and it felt fucking amazing.

I kept rocking into her, slowing as I came down, wanting to savor every second.

Every part of my body felt good. Loose. Happy.

I collapsed on top of her, not willing to pull out yet. She started running her hands through my hair and I kissed her neck.

All I knew was there was nothing better than being inside Bella.

I lifted my head to check on her. "Are you okay?"

"Yes."

I traced her lips and kissed her again. "Thank you for giving me that."

She smiled. "Thank you for making it good. I've heard plenty of horror stories about first times."

I laughed, hugging her. She had no idea how happy she made me, and I was glad she didn't regret this at all.

"It will only get better."

I promise.


AN: More insight into Edward's crazy head! But at least he acknowledges his crazy.

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