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EPOV

I sat my desk and attempted to work but was in a constant state of distraction.

I ran my hand along the smooth wood of the edge and thought of her, bent over and gasping with pleasure as I took her from behind.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" I mumbled to myself as rubbed my hand over my face.

My office door jerked open and I half expected to find her standing there with a snide smile.

It wasn't.

"Hey, your fiancé is here," Josh called as he opened the door. I motioned for him to let her in and them watched her cross the room in flats and a dress that seemed a little fancier than her typical work dresses.

I stood up and crossed the room to meet her. I wasn't sure if I wanted her in this space that she had once held.

"You look gorgeous," I commented and then watched her face beam a bright smile.

"Thank you," she whispered as she pulled me down for a kiss. It was warm and suggestive as she held me there.

"Not that I'm unhappy you're here, but I wasn't expecting you," I commented as I pulled her with me to the set of chairs that occupied the corner of my office.

"I am to have lunch with Esme to discuss the wedding," she said with a grimace, not that I blamed her. Esme had been vocal since our announcement as to how our wedding would be despite the fact it was our wedding.

She wanted loud and splashy.

We wanted small and intimate.

Esme wasn't used to not getting her way.

She had an image to uphold and somehow my existence was tied into that image. I had told her that in private that I had done my part to uphold her image, to which she told me to get over it.

Get over it.

As if I hadn't tried.

"Come with me?" she asked me with a smile that was almost impossible to resist.

Almost.

Unfortunate for her, as much as I loved the idea of lunch with her, adding Esme to the mix came with a hard pass from me. I had spent enough time with Esme Cullen.

"No thanks," I laughed.

"Coward," she scowled at me playfully as she moved to crawl upon my lap.

She had no idea.

"But you love me anyway, right?" I asked her with a teasing grin as my heart pounded in my chest.

I needed to know this.

I needed to know she would love me no matter what.

Even if she didn't really know what the 'no matter' was.

"Of course, I do," she smiled while wrapping her arms around me.

"There is nothing you can do to scare me away, Cullen," she teased before pressing a kiss to my lips. I held her kiss, prolonging it enough to tangle my tongue with hers as her hands tangled in my hair.

"Skip lunch," I whispered against her lips as I held her tight on my lap. I slid my hand along her inner thigh to skim along her what felt like silk panties. "Stay with me instead."

"And what will we do?" she asked me innocently with a naughty glint her eyes.

Exercise some demons from this room by fucking on my desk.

"I would lick your pussy until you came on my tongue for starters," I whispered to her as my fingers traced along where her panties covered her.

"Oh yeah?" she asked trying to sound cool, but her breathless tone and red faced gave her away.

"Yes," I assured her as I slipped a finger under the damp fabric to slip along her lower lips.

"Then I'll set you upon my desk and put your legs on my shoulders as I fuck you really deep just like how you love," I promised her as I pressed a kiss against her lips while pushing her legs open to grant me further access. She did not hesitate and quickly parted her thighs for me so I could finger her as we kissed.

"I do love it when you're so deep," she practically whined against my lips as I pressed my fingers deep and then curled up inside her as I pulled them out.

"What about Esme?" She asked in a low ragged whisper as I moved to nip at her neck as she squirmed on top of me.

I pulled back to looked at her to take in her red face and lust gazed over eyes as she met my gaze with an almost hopeful look.

"She can wait," I whispered as I picked her up and half carried/half walked to my desk. Her soft sexy giggles filled the room, making it brighter as some of the darkness lifted due to it.

"Right now, you're mine," I growled against her ear as I sat her on my desk. I unzipped her dress and undid her bra to get access to her breasts. I wanted to feel them heavy and warm in my hands.

I listened to her murmured moans of pleasure as I kissed her lips, her neck and chest until she was spread out before me in my desk.

She was gorgeous with her red face and long legs parted, inviting me in closer for more. It was an invitation I was not about to miss.

I pulled her panties down, tossing them behind me as I sat in my chair, sliding closer to feast her. I pushed her legs wide apart and began to circle her clit with my tongue. Getting close, yet so far away as I teased her. Waiting until her hand were tangled in my hair, hips rocking in my face as my free hand I held her legs apart so I could lap at her clit while fingering her.

I looked up to enjoy the site of her breasts bouncing as she pinched her nipples with one hand and stifled a loud moan with her other.

She was breathtaking with her orgasm.

I stood up and stepped back to watch her wiggling as she looked at me half blind from lust as I undid my pants.

This wasn't the first time I had her on my desk.

The first time was our second date. She met me here for what was supposed to be a dinner date, but instead I ate her. It had been a regular occurrence since then. She loved the risk and I loved that she loved the risk of it. Yet somehow there was different. This moment was like a white sage to what had become our space, cleansing it from bad memories.

It was just what I needed from the woman that I wanted it from.

"Edward, please," she whispered in a husky tone, begging for me as she ran her fingers over her wet flesh.

"Tell me what you want," I whispered to her, rubbing against her as she gasped from almost having me where she wanted me most.

"I want you," she pleaded as she moved her hips against me. "I always want you."

Her words were what I needed even though they echoed another's.

I eased myself inside her, going slow so I could feel her adjust to me as well as listen to every loan moan of pleasure.

"You feel so good," I whispered to her as I eased in and out, slowly, teasing her as I pinched her rosy nipples before slipping a hand to where we were connected to rub at her clit as well.

"Tell me how you want it," I demanded from her as I thrust with steady rhythm and then listened to her ragged response of harder, faster, more, more more. I thrust deep and hard earning every low gasp of pleasure as she knocked things off my desk trying to find purchase to thrust against me, but it was too late. I had her legs over my shoulders fucking her loudly despite the others on the other side of the door as I wiped the desk and the room of any bad energy from my time with her. I wanted people to hear. I wanted it to be known that I was with her. There was no hiding us so instead I replaced the darkness with the sunlight and sex that was the woman that held my heart in her hands. I chased this light until the only thing I knew was the pleasure of her, and the sound of my name on her lips as she came. Then and only then, did I finally allow myself release as I pushed deep and groaned as I gave her everything I had.

I half laid on top of her, unable to feel my legs as I crushed her with my weight until I tried to not crush her.

"Don't move," she whispered against my ear as I felt her arms tighten around me to hold me there.

"I like you this close," she whispered then pressed a kiss against my lips. I liked being that close and even closer if I could.

We remained like for a long moment, just breathing each other in as we prolonged the magic of a nooner until her phone chimed a text message.

I didn't need to look at it to know who it was from.

Neither did her based off her annoyed sigh.

"Your mother..."

"Stepmother," I corrected and then watched her shake her head.

"Stepmother," she amended her words. "Is crazy."

"You have no idea," I said with a smile as I thought about Esme. Truly she had no idea how far Esme would go to protect her image or the image of the Cullen's.

I did.

With a tired sigh, I moved off her, pausing only to enjoy the site of her half naked and freshly fucked on my desk for a moment before the moment was lost to wedding plans and pointless people.

I pulled my pants up and tucked in my shirt before zipping them up. I watched as she redressed and then helped zip her back up, leaving only her panties that dangled off my fingers.

She attempted to grab them, but I quickly tucked them in my pocket.

"These are mine," I teased as she rolled her eyes and grinned but didn't argue with me. Instead, she grabbed her phone and texted Esme that was she on her way.

"Are you telling her that your late because you're a nympho who's constantly is begging for my cock," I teased her and watched her smile as she focused on the phone screen before her.

It was true.

It was also one of the many reasons I loved her.

"I'm telling her I'm late because of you," she teased, but it was the truth.

"Remember, small wedding. No gaudy mess that she thinks is charming," I said as I walked her to the door and opened it. A few people turned around just in time to watch me kiss her goodbye.

I watched her walk to the elevator, focusing on the sway of her hips as she went until finally turning to close the door.

I left work early as Carlisle was able to pull some strings and get me into see Aro sooner rather than later. I didn't appreciate his help since therapy only meant painful conversations and a past better forgotten.

I drove to the small house turned office that was Aro's place. Even from the outside you could see his eccentric taste as gargoyles protected the roof tops and there were crystals charging in the sun in a bowl on the porch.

I remember first coming here at twenty. I was uncertain about the man who was supposed to help me sort out my head after everything, and now six years later was still uncertain about him.

I had barely made up the steps when the door flew open. I watched as he stepped out to greet me in a long sleeve t shirt and jeans. His long dark hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail and a crystal hung off a chain around his neck. He screamed charlatan, but this was who my father had found for me to entrust all our secrets with. Chances are he wasn't the best therapist, but he was no doubt he most trustworthy according to my dad and if my dad, a master liar could trust him then I could too.

"Edward!" he greeted me happily as I fought off the cringe that threatened to wash over me.

"I have missed you," he called as he clapped a hand on my shoulder in a welcoming manner that made me want to frown.

"Hello, Aro," I offered as I felt my stomach twist with nerves.

"Shall we?" he offered as he motioned for me to go inside and with a deep breath, I walked in.

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