AN: This is one of my entries for The Bodice Rippers Contest and I'm so pleased it won Best Day at Work. Thank you to all those who wrote and voted in the contest
I couldn't have done this without my girls, MeteorOnAMoonlessNight, Midnight Cougar and ghostreader24.
I may, if my muse comes back soon, write an outtake
Closing the Deal
Summary:
Who knew selling a house could be so much fun? Until it was more.
Pen Name: Sukiethree
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Story Title: Closing the Deal
Beta(s): MeteorOnAMoonlessNight, Midnight Cougar
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Summary: Who knew selling a house could be so much fun? Until it was more.
Word Count (Excluding Summary or Title): 9863
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Bella
Working in real estate was a lot harder than television programs depicted. Hours and hours of showing apartments, condos, and houses to people who weren't even sure what they wanted.
Then there were the clients who insisted on bringing their children along. As if they were interested in looking at empty houses or rooms full of other people's furniture. They made it impossible for me to show the property to its best, and gave me a headache when they ran around the properties and parents did nothing to stop them. I wasn't even sure if I liked children, and most of those who came with parents were unruly, loud, and unmanageable.
Today was the worst kind of showing—an open house, which would extend into another day or possibly two if no one showed enough interest to put in an offer.
I'd known about this property for a while, and it was Mike Newton who would've usually done the showing of a house of this caliber. Lucky for me, although not for him, he'd gone skiing in Chamonix in France and had managed to break both his legs and an arm. To hear him tell it, he fell on one of the most experienced slopes, but I had heard he was showing off for a girl and had slipped off the lift on his way up to the intermediate slopes.
Two days ago, I'd received a call from Carlisle Cullen, the owner of the realtor company I worked for.
"Swan," he barked, "Newton's gone and broken his legs on a damned ski trip to Europe. Bloody fool! The McCarty house out on the lake is due for an open house showing this Saturday, and since you're the best of my best employees, I look forward to you closing the deal. Details are in your inbox."
Carlisle Cullen was English and always abrupt—I'm pretty sure it was just his manner—but he was a fair boss, and I'd never had much to do with him. He hung up before I could protest—not that I would have. This was a dream sale, despite my distaste for open house showings, and could hopefully lead to a promotion.
Of course, the house itself was gorgeous. It was the kind of house I was saving a down payment for—although six bedrooms were a little more than I needed since there was only me and I hadn't been in a long-term relationship for a while.
One day, I thought to myself, I will live in a house like this.
It was owned by movie mogul Emmett McCarty, who had recently moved to England with his wife and two children. The lounge had been left partially furnished with a large sectional sofa, but it had needed a little something else. I'd staged the room with an overstuffed armchair and the sofa with a few colorful cushions and a throw. Of the five bedrooms on the second floor, two were set up as children's rooms, with the others left unfurnished. The third floor master suite was the piéce de resistance, and partially furnished in order to give prospective buyers the full effect of the view from the room.
I'd spent all day yesterday at the house, preparing for the showing and making arrangements for the catering. I had some confirmed clients—those whom I had contacted from our list of regulars—but there were likely to be some walk-ins today from the advertisement in the company magazine that was sent out monthly.
Not many people had the money to purchase something of this magnitude, with a price well over seven-million dollars, so I didn't think there would be too many people at the viewing. That would give me time to spend with each one and give them my best sales pitch to close the deal.
If I managed to finalize a sale, I would make a hefty commission for myself and Cullen Estates. That would give me enough money to increase my savings to the point where I would be able to make a sizable down payment on my own place.
~ oOo ~
Although I didn't have to be at the house until ten in the morning, I woke at 6:00 a.m., before my alarm. The sun was already shining, which it almost always did here in California. Strangely enough, I was looking forward to today; I had a really good feeling.
I showered and washed my hair, then headed back into the bedroom wrapped in a large fluffy towel. I spent the next half an hour drying my hair and smoothing it into large curls, then pinned it back on either side. Satisfied with it, I carefully applied some makeup, finishing the look off with pale pink lip gloss.
Standing in front of my closet in black lacy underwear, I flicked through my rack of work attire, unsatisfied with everything I picked out. Today, I had to make a great impression, so instead of my usual black dress pants and a blouse, I chose a deep purple dress with a scoop neck and capped sleeves.
I topped it off with a silver pendant necklace with an amethyst stone and matching earrings. Finishing the outfit with nude, lace top thigh highs and my black, patent leather Louboutins, I headed to the kitchen for the coffee my machine had prepared for me.
By seven-thirty, I was on my way to the house having collected the fresh flowers from my refrigerator, laying them across the back seat of my car. I arrived at the house a little before eight-thirty and met with the catering company, who were ready to set up with canapes, assorted vegetables and dips, cheeses and cold meats. I'd also arranged for champagne and red and white wine to be served.
Having already been through the house after the cleaners had finished to make sure everything was fingerprint and dust free, all there was left for me to do was to make a last minute walk-through to check everything was in place.
At twenty minutes to ten, I called the servers to gather around. "Okay, everyone. Thank you all for coming today. Our potential buyers will start arriving in around ten minutes, so please, watch out for empty glasses and discreetly refill as required. If anyone asks you a question, please direct them to me. Marcus, is everything ready?"
At a nodded yes from the senior server, the others were directed to open the wine and champagne, filling some glasses in readiness.
A few minutes before ten, I opened the front door as the guests, which hopefully included a buyer, began to arrive. Mercedes, Audi, BMW, Porsche, Jaguar, Cadillac, and even Tesla were represented by the vehicles that pulled up to park in front of the house.
I greeted the buyers, some of whom had brought their children. I'd thought ahead and set aside an area in the dining room with coloring pencils and books, a train set and some Legos to amuse them while their parents discussed the house.
"Good morning, everyone, and welcome to this breathtaking home on Lake Tahoe. My name is Isabella Swan, and I'll be here to answer any questions you may have regarding the property. Please feel free to look around and help yourself to the food on the counter. The servers will be circulating with wine, red or white, and champagne, if you prefer. There are also soft drinks and fruit juice in the refrigerator should you wish to avail yourselves or your family. In addition, there is a children's play area set up in the dining room for those of you who've brought your young ones with you. Thank you."
~ oOo ~
My eyes were drawn to a man standing in the back of the room. My face colored as his heated gaze landed on me.
He was familiar to me; I knew I'd seen him somewhere before and racked my brains trying to remember. I knew it would come to me, but I didn't have time to dwell on it, and in the meantime, I had a job to do.
That didn't mean I wasn't aware of everything about him. He was seated in the window alcove, watching me as I circulated, speaking to clients, although I couldn't remember anything of those conversations. Surreptitiously, I checked him out.
He was gorgeous, dressed in a black roll-neck sweater and black jeans. With unruly bronze hair and striking green eyes, the hint of white showing at the lower edge of his sweater made him look sinfully casual.
The few times our eyes met, I stumbled over my words, and I could feel heat bloom wherever his gaze landed. I was unbelievably turned on, my clit throbbed, my underwear soaked with my arousal.
"Miss Swan?" An elderly man captured my attention. "Carlisle mentioned there was a private dock available when I spoke to him last week. However, I forgot to ask what the fees were? Do you know?"
"Yes, Mr. Clarke. The mooring fees are five-thousand dollars a year, but that does include maintenance of the lakeside bordering the property."
With the mention of Carlisle, my mind cleared, and I remembered where I'd seen my gorgeous man—Edward Cullen, Carlisle's son.
My gorgeous man?
I rolled my eyes internally at myself.
Last month, I'd had a particularly bad week, Monday being just the start of it. The day had started badly as I was already late for work, having slept through my alarm. My shower had run cold halfway through rinsing the conditioner from my hair, and then I'd forgotten to pick up my umbrella in my haste to get out of my apartment.
It was pouring with rain by the time I arrived at work, and I ran from the car to the office, barreling through the door with my head down. Of course, being the klutz I am, the wet floor escaped my notice and my feet went from under me. Expecting to hit the ground, I was surprised to find myself caught in a pair of warm, strong arms.
There was an unexplained buzz under my skin, and I looked up to see a pair of concerned green eyes gazing at me. A dry, spicy, earthy scent reminiscent of a summer day enveloped me, and I inhaled deeply.
"Are you okay?" A smooth voice assaulted my ears.
Stunned, as sight, sound, and scent bound together to strike me mute. I couldn't answer for a moment and watched as a frown crossed his face.
"Y…Yes, yes, thank you," I stuttered.
"That's good, Miss...?" He was clearly fishing for information, and I was helpless under his gaze.
"Miss Swan... Isabella Swan… Bella."
My face flushed, and I mentally shook myself; I had a tendency to ramble when I was nervous—and this man made me nervous.
He helped me to stand upright, then held out his hand. "Edward Cullen." His grin was as disarming as his concern.
I grinned back at him. "Well, Mr. Cullen, thank you for making sure I didn't face plant on the floor."
"No problem, Bella." The sound of my name from his lips made my heart jump. He let go of my hand. "Maybe I'll see you around?"
"Maybe," I answered. "I'm sorry, I have to go; I'm already late."
I headed for the elevator and the third floor where Cullen Estates was located. I stepped into the elevator, punched the call button, and leaned back against the rail along the rear of the car. I looked up to find Edward Cullen watching me. He raised his hand in a gesture of goodbye, or maybe acknowledgment?
Our eyes met and lingered on each other until the doors closed.
Until today, I hadn't seen him again, and I'd almost forgotten about the incident, as the rest of that day hadn't been much better.
The next couple of hours were busy as I circulated through the rooms, answering questions and talking about the house, its facilities, the surrounding land, and the fantastic views.
Everywhere I went, I could feel his eyes on me; almost as if he were undressing me.
As the day wore on, my throat grew dry, but I stuck to soda until almost everyone had left, not wanting to find myself having had too much to drink to be able to drive home.
"Miss Swan."
I knew it was him, and I shivered at the memory of his voice as it washed over me. I closed my eyes for a second, then turned to face him, plastering a smile on my face, hiding the effect he had on me.
He held out his hand for me to shake. "Do you remember me, Bella? I'm sorry, may I call you Bella?"
"Yes, of course. You're Carlisle's son. How are you?"
"I'm good, thanks. And you?"
He was a foot taller than me, even in my four-inch heels, and I looked up into his eyes. His hand engulfed mine, large and warm, and a spark of electricity rushed through me, leaving my legs weak.
Goosebumps raced up my arm and my nipples grew hard. My eyes flew to his, the look of surprise on his face mirroring mine.
I cleared my throat. "I'm fine, thank you, Mr. Cullen. How can I help you?"
"Please, Bella, call me Edward."
A breathtaking smile formed on his face and his eyes twinkled, light crow's-feet forming at the corner of them. If anything, they made him look more attractive. Inappropriately, I wondered how old he was, or if he was married, or what he looked like under his clothes.
I could feel the blush start at my cheeks and travel downward. I ignored it, and mentally shook the inappropriate thoughts from my mind, returning his smile.
His eyes dropped to my cleavage, to where I knew the blush had traveled, then to where our hands were still connected—for a beat longer than necessary. Reluctantly, I let him go.
"So, how have you been?" He grinned, and I knew he, too, was thinking of the day he caught me in the lobby of Cullen Estates.
"If you mean, have I managed to stay upright, then I can assure you, I have." I smiled to take the sting out of my words.
"I'm happy to hear that, Bella. I won't always be there to save you."
I blushed again, unable to control the basic reaction to his proximity.
"I know it's the end of your day, but would you have time to show me around the house now? I'm interested in what I've seen, but I'm sure with a little more information, I could be persuaded to make an offer."
"Of course, Edward. Where shall we start?" I smiled.
"Lead the way, Bella." He gestured for me to precede him, and I stepped through the door of the dining room, feeling his body follow mine.
"This is the kitchen, with top-of-the-line everything—from granite counters, beautifully finished cupboards, and the high-end appliances. The central island has an extension adjacent to the six-burner gas range, so the host or hostess can join in the fun. The double French doors open out onto the deck, which overlooks the lake and is complete with a barbeque and a firepit."
Edward moved out onto the deck after I opened the double doors and leaned over the railing. Close enough to inhale the smell of his cologne, I allowed my eyes to flick over the muscles on his back and over the curve of his ass, hugged tightly by black denim. His long legs were well-muscled and I imagined them driving his hips between my legs as he impaled me on his cock.
Fuck! What the hell was this man doing to me?
Edward turned unexpectedly, catching me looking, and my blush betrayed me again today. I walked along the deck to the doors that led into the lounge, aware of every step he took behind me.
"The deck gets the sun all day, and there is also an entrance from the lounge."
He followed me through the lounge and out into the entrance hall, then down the stairs into the basement.
"The current owner has this space divided into three separate rooms—a game room, a theater with seating for twelve, and a home gym."
Edward looked into each of the rooms. "I like the open plan of the gym, with the steps to the outside. You could come in here straight from a run to shower. Does the gym equipment come with the house?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know for certain, but I can get in touch with the owner to find out for you?"
He nodded, and we continued on back up the stairs and into a second lounge. "This room was used as a library, and there is a large office off it over there." I pointed to the door.
"Hmm, I like this," Edward said as he moved around the room. "Do you like to read, Bella?"
"I would love a library like this, although I have a feeling it would take a lifetime to fill. I was originally going to study English as my major at university, but I didn't think I was cut out to be a teacher. My dad persuaded me to do something a little more practical. Sorry. I'm rambling."
My face colored as the words fell out of my mouth. There was something about Edward that invited me in.
"What about you, Edward? Do you read?"
"I do, when I have the time, but I'm a very busy man."
The final room was a soundproof music room where there was only a grand piano. "The piano is included in the sale of the house. It's gorgeous, isn't it?"
Edward took a seat on the bench in front of the keys and lifted the cover almost reverently.
"I think this is my favorite room so far," he said as he stroked the keys.
My body quivered as if it were me he was stroking. The music he played drew me across the room, like a moth to a flame. I stood beside him, enraptured by the sound he was pulling from the instrument. I closed my eyes for a second, the music filling my senses. The music ended, the notes trailing away, leaving the room ringing with the silence.
Feeling the heat of his body, I opened my eyes and gasped, finding him right in front of me. My breath caught in my throat and I couldn't look away, caught in his intense gaze. My eyes flicked down to his lips, and I ran my tongue along mine, suddenly wanting to taste him. He hesitated for a second, his eyes flicking between mine, asking for permission. He took one step forward until there was only an inch between us, his hands sliding around each side of my neck, cupping the back of my head.
His lips met mine, sending a shock wave through me. My eyes drifted closed as I lost myself in his kiss. Slanting my head at his whim, he sucked and nipped at my lips. I couldn't help but open my mouth, inviting his tongue inside to allow his exploration.
My heart beat faster as his scent surrounded me, invading my senses, and I swayed in his arms. Heat bloomed between us, my hands finding purchase at the nape of his neck, tangling and tugging at the shorter hairs.
When I pulled my head away to take a breath, his arms dropped around my shoulders, drawing me close to his body. Resting my head on his chest, I listened to his heart thunder as hard as mine.
My breathing slowed, matching his, then I pulled away, my lips still tingling.
Jesus, this man should come with a health warning.
Edward blew out a breath, then pushed his fingers through his hair. "I've wanted to do that since you fell into my arms."
I shook my head and grinned widely. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"
He shrugged and winked. "Let's continue. Shall we?"
"You still want to do this?" I asked.
"The kissing or the tour?" he questioned with a grin. "Because I'm happy to do either, or both preferably. Nothing like feeling and seeing it for real, is there? Besides, I get to spend more time with you."
"Come on then." Quickly, I led him through another door and back out into the entrance hall where the stairs led up to the second floor.
I could feel his eyes on my ass as I climbed the stairs in front of him and thanked the Lord he couldn't see the state of my panties underneath.
"As you can see," I said, slightly breathless from both the climb and from his proximity, "there are four bedrooms and three bathrooms on this level. The largest of these has an en-suite and a small terrace overlooking the lake, and two have been decorated for children."
I led the way along the corridor, which separated the two bedrooms overlooking the lake and those overlooking the forest at the rear, then up the flight of stairs to the master bedroom.
"This magnificent south-facing room catches the morning sun on one side, and the evening sun on the other. It has panoramic three-hundred and sixty degree views with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the lake. Window seats adorn the west wall, taking advantage of the afternoon sun while large picture windows overlook the forest at the rear of the property."
My voice trailed off as my eyes landed on the huge bed in the middle of the room, assaulted by images of Edward and me, naked limbs tangled together. I took a deep breath, trying to banish the images.
Clearing my throat, I continued. "The house, this room included, is completely private with no neighbors within sight."
"So, no one can see or hear anything that happens in this room—is that right, Bella?"
His tone of voice was thick, gravelly, and I could hear the lust. It washed over me like warm honey. Looking at him, our eyes met.
"That's right," I challenged. "You and your... wife could make as much noise as you wanted and no one would hear."
"No wife, Bella. I wouldn't have kissed you like that if there were." He sighed and looked into my eyes. "And for the record, I've never been married."
His gaze was direct, challenging me. I couldn't read him, but I had the feeling he was trying to tell me something.
I turned and walked over to the window overlooking the driveway, noting the only cars left in the parking area were mine and a convertible, which had to belong to Edward.
I turned back to him. "What exactly are we doing here, Edward?"
He smirked, a crooked grin forming on his face. "Well, I thought you were showing me the house, Bella?"
"Don't be obtuse, Edward," I said dryly. "You already know about the house, don't you?" I stopped for a second, narrowing my eyes at him as he nodded sheepishly. "So, I'm asking you. Why do you need me to show you around?"
"Fuck." The word was said quietly and he squared his shoulders, blowing out a breath. "Okay, I need to come clean, I think. Emmett McCarty and I have been friends for over fifteen years. Hell, I introduced him to Rose, his wife. I was best man at his wedding and I'm godfather to his son, Matthew. Dad did tell me about the house because he knew I was looking for a home now that I'm back here in the States for good. I spoke to Emmett earlier today when you were talking to another client. I made him an offer and he accepted, so the house is mine. Or will be, in a few weeks."
He looked down at the floor and ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you right away, Bella. I didn't plan this; I promise you. I've spent the last few years in London, working in our offices there, and I actually hadn't seen Emmett in a few years. When you and I met, I'd only been back a couple of months."
He hesitated as if he wasn't sure what to say next. "And after we met that day, I wanted to know if the spark I felt the first time we touched was still there. That's the truth, Bella."
"So, you've strung me along all this time," I said incredulously. "You didn't think to tell me; to let me in on the secret? I'll bet you've been laughing at the gullible salesperson."
I stepped around him, ready to leave, but Edward moved in front of me. I narrowed my eyes.
"No, of course not; it wasn't like that. Honestly, I wanted to get to know you. You have to believe me. Damn, I've gone about this the wrong way, haven't I? It was a stupid thing to do."
Crossing my arms, feeling foolish, I eyed him, trying to decide if he was just an idiot. "You let me go on about the house and you already bought it," I stated flatly. "You must have been to this house a hundred times."
"No, I told you the truth, Bella. I've been living in London for the last three years. Matthew is seven, and Sophie is five. You know Emmett and Rose have only lived here for the last two years."
He ran his fingers through his hair. He did it so often, and I was already beginning to recognize that it was his go-to tell when he was frustrated or nervous. "I just wanted more of your company, Bella. It's not a crime, is it?"
"You still should have told me, Edward; you should have fucking told me. I'm such a fool."
"You're not. And we wouldn't be here if I hadn't waited for time alone with you, would we?" he questioned. "You would've left today without a backward glance, and I didn't want that."
I shook my head. "You don't know that. You should have been honest with me."
"I realize that now, and with hindsight, I would have done this differently." A moment of silence fell between us, broken only by our breaths.
"Am I imagining it, Bella?"
I turned to look out of the window where the sun was making its way down to the horizon. Looking at him was so distracting. Despite his deception, I wanted him; to be here with him. He was right; we did have a connection, and I didn't want to deny it.
Time to decide, Bella.
I could, even should, stop this now, but I didn't want to; I knew deep down I wanted to know him—everything about him. I wanted to see where this connection between us would go. And I had to admit, I was curious—curious to see how far he was willing to go—right here, right now.
"Imagining what, Edward?"
"This attraction. I know you felt something that day you fell into my arms and again when we shook hands earlier, then when I kissed you. Can you deny it?"
I shook my head and gasped; my eyes flying open as he ran a finger down my arm, goosebumps following where he touched. Stepping up behind me, his fingers brushed against the backs of my legs, and my clit throbbed while my heart beat faster in time with its tempo.
I couldn't deny what Edward did to my body, and I capitulated, drawn in and ready to explore this, whatever this was.
The heat from his fingertips traveled up the outside of my thighs. Cool air followed, heat branding the bare skin at the top of my thigh-highs. My insides quivered, my eyes closed again, and my head fell back against his shoulder.
Feeling his wet lips against my neck, I tilted my head to give him room. Kisses along my jaw and under my ear made me shiver and my nipples hardened.
"Tell me to stop, Bella."
Edward's breath was hot in my ear; I shook my head.
His fingers played with the lace at the top of my thigh-highs. They were so close to where I throbbed for him.
"Who would have thought there was something so delicious under this dress? Do you always dress like this for work, Bella?"
I shook my head again.
"If I was to slip my fingers into your panties, would you be wet? For me?"
This time I nodded and whispered, "Yes."
I should have been outraged. I should have been pushing him away. I should have been one second away from slapping him. Instead, I was one second away from begging him to fuck me.
He took half a step back, keeping his hands on my arms, steadying me. I was half afraid I would fall over if he let me go. I leaned forward, my hands resting on the window sill, my breath coming in pants. In my head I was begging for his touch—anywhere—though I couldn't put the thought into words.
The heat of his body left mine and I heard his knees hit the carpet as he sank to the floor behind me.
"Rest your head on your hands, Bella." I hesitated for a second, and he added, "Just say the word, Bella, and I'll stop. You can trust me," he said gently.
Bending at the waist, I did as he instructed, eagerness and apprehension warring inside me. Cooler air wafted across my heated skin as he lifted the hem of my dress, and his fingers smoothed over the soaked fabric between my legs, stroking my covered clit.
"Oh, God," I breathed. A shudder ran through me, my internal muscles clenching, and I could feel a trickle of liquid seep out of me.
Warm hands on my inner thighs parted my legs, and a finger slipped under the elastic of my panties, brushing over my clit. My hips jerked at the electrifying feeling.
Soft hair tickled the inside of my legs, and I let out a shocked gasp as I realized his head was between them. His hot breath fluttered against the wet silk fabric before he moved my panties to one side; he licked me, his tongue dipping inside before tracing a circle around my clit.
"Fuck."
All coherent thought left me as he pushed a finger inside me, his tongue flicking fast. More fingers stretched and filled me, reaching a spot inside only my vibrator had ever touched. He sucked my swollen nub into his mouth, gripping it gently with his teeth as his tongue circled and flicked relentlessly.
"Don't stop! Please, don't stop. I'm gonna come."
Edward drove his fingers deep inside me, stroking me on the inside as his tongue stroked me on the outside. I groaned out loud and my legs trembled at the force of my orgasm as the heat from my center rushed outward, leaving me shaking, a scream forcing its way out of my throat as pure pleasure washed over me from head to foot.
Leaning against the half wall below the window sill, Edward eased me down into his lap, his arms around my waist, my forehead dropping to rest on his shoulder. Seconds or minutes—I couldn't tell how long—passed without a thought in my head as my breathing slowed.
Sitting back, I closed my eyes and covered my face with my hands, embarrassment flooding over me.
What the hell? What are you doing, Bella?
I'd never even had a one-night stand and I'd allowed someone I didn't even know to touch me intimately. Embarrassment didn't even cover it.
Fuck!
Edward's arms pulled my body closer to his chest, his scent calming me, though I didn't dare raise my head to look him in the face.
"Are you okay, Bella?"
I nodded against the cashmere feel of his sweater.
"Hey, it's all right," he said as I sniffled.
"No, no it's not, Edward. I shouldn't have done that. Fuck! You're a client and my boss's son. Shit, I'm so gonna get fired. I'm sorry."
Drawing me away from his body, he gently prised my hands away from my face, placing small kisses on each of my eyelids and my forehead.
"Of course you won't get fired. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, Bella. I initiated this, and if you want to go, I won't stop you. "
"What if I don't want to go?" My voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard me.
"Are you sure?" His voice was as quiet as mine.
When I nodded, Edward cupped my face in his hands, drawing me toward him and angling my head to one side, lips crashed onto mine. He nipped at them, top then bottom, until I opened my mouth and his tongue slipped past my defenses. I could taste myself on him as he kissed me, stealing every breath away. Even when I was forced to inhale, he didn't stop there.
His mouth blazed a trail along my jaw and under my ear, where he found a spot that made me weak at the knees. His kisses continued down the column of my throat and across my collar bones to the other side where he repeated his actions until he reached my mouth again.
Goosebumps formed down my torso, my nipples hardening almost painfully and begging for his touch. I arched my back as his hands snaked around me, his fingers tugging at the zipper and dragging it down, marking every inch of the bare skin of my back. He pushed them under the elastic of my panties and gripped my ass, squeezing the flesh and slipping his fingers between my cheeks. I'd never been touched there by a man—any man—but it felt good.
My hands fumbled and found the edge of his sweater, sliding under the material and pushing it and his T-shirt up. His skin was warm and smooth under my hands, and his lips drew away from my lips for the barest second as he helped me drag it off over his head.
Tangling his hands in my hair, he tugged my head back, baring my throat to him. I could feel him hard and hot underneath me.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his lips leaving a damp trail between my breasts.
My hands rested on his pecs, my thumbnails scraping over his nipples, drawing a sexy grunt from his throat. Pulling my dress down off my shoulders, he left my hands tangled in the material, then dragged down the cups of my bra, baring my breasts. With his teeth nipping and lips tugging at one, he rolled the other between finger and thumb.
"Aagh." A breathy groan left my throat and I tugged his head up to capture his mouth with mine.
Feeling his erection between my legs, I snaked my hips back and forth, grinding against it. He groaned into my mouth and lifted his hips, pushing his cock against my clit, then did it again when my breath caught in my throat.
My dress dropped to my waist, and I freed my arms from its confines then slid my hands between us, popping the button on his pants and tugging down the zipper. Desperate to feel him, I tugged at his boxers, and he lifted enough to free his cock from the confines of the material. Wrapping my hand around his thick length, I gathered the pre-cum at the tip and pumped down and back up.
His hand dropped over mine where I grasped his cock. "Come on, Bella, we should take this to the bed."
"No, I want you to take me here, Edward. I need you inside me, now, please!"
Edward looked at me, and when I nodded I was sure, he ran his hands down my sides, finding the narrow strings on either side of my panties and pulling hard. The material parted and stung my skin, falling away and leaving me bare.
"Condom," he rasped.
I raised myself up onto my knees, giving him enough space to lift up so he could reach into his back pocket. With the movement, his hips tilted up and his cock slid between my lower lips, brushing over my clit. A jolt of pleasure shot through me, and I gasped.
Finding what he needed, Edward ripped the foil packet with his teeth and rolled the condom down over his length, pumping himself once, then again. Positioning himself underneath me with the tip of his cock in the right place, he gripped my hips as I sank down on him.
His thick cock filled me, stretching me.
"Fucking tight! I love that tight pussy, Bella."
Edward's eyes were closed as he remained still. I leaned forward, capturing his lips with mine again, forcing my tongue in his mouth. I lifted myself and dropped down on his cock, urging him to move. He surged against me, filling me, pulling almost all the way out before impaling me again.
He opened his eyes as I pulled away from his lips to take a breath, gazing at me intently.
"Fucking hell, Bella, so good," he muttered.
With each thrust, he exhaled a heavy grunt. I leaned back against his raised knees, his cock hitting my G-spot again, then again. Edward's breath was harsh and uneven, sweat forming across his forehead as he pounded into me, holding me prisoner between his hands, his thumbs digging deliciously into my flesh.
"Come with me, Bella." His voice was strained as he held back, waiting for me.
Sliding his hand between us, his thumb pressed against my clit. My body spasmed, a wave of pleasure flashing like lightning along my extremities. My toes curled, muscles clenching, and my orgasm rolled through me, forcing a scream from my throat, leaving me weak and trembling in its wake.
Edward continued to thrust once, twice, and a third time, then stilled, his hands gripping my hips tight, his cock swelling inside me as he came.
Eventually, the cool air of the room began to make itself felt, and I pulled myself upright. Edward helped me to my feet, and I kicked off my shoes. Standing, he towered over me, a beautiful Adonis. He held onto my hand until I was steady then made his way into the en-suite to flush the condom.
While he was in there, I straightened my bra and tried to pull my dress back on, but the zipper had somehow come apart. Looking around, I saw Edward's T-shirt on the floor. Unhooking my bra and dropping it to the floor, I slipped the shirt over my head, inhaling as his scent surrounded me.
Edward returned from the bathroom, tucking his cock back into his boxers. He zipped his pants, leaving the button undone, and stood in front of me running his hands through his hair. For the first time, the atmosphere was a little awkward.
I had an impulse to shake his hand and thank him for coming. I bit my lip and tried unsuccessfully to hold back my giggle at the inappropriate thought.
"What?" he said.
"Nothing, really," I answered, giggling again. I felt high on the natural endorphins of a good orgasm.
"Come on, tell me. It's not good for a man's ego to hear a woman laugh before, during, or after sex."
"Hmm, I was thinking I would normally thank a client for coming, but I guess we both had that pleasure. I'm not sure what I should be saying here."
I grinned at him as he threw back his head and laughed, the sound washing over my skin, and I couldn't resist laughing with him.
Calming down, he held out his hand. "I'm hungry. Why don't we raid the food downstairs? I'm sure there's some wine left, too."
For a second, I thought about refusing and heading for home, but the knowledge there wasn't anything exciting waiting for me back at my apartment drove me to ignore my inner voice. Instead, I grabbed his hand and we took the stairs down to the kitchen. Edward poured two glasses of red wine, while I put together some of the remaining vegetables and the dip, with some chips.
"Eat out on the deck?" Edward asked. "The sun's setting, but it's still light out, and if you get a little chilled I can soon warm you up." He wiggled his eyebrows, and I laughed at his innuendo.
"Sounds good to me," I answered.
I led the way outside, wiggling my ass, gratified to hear a snort of amusement from behind me, but stopped outside the door. In front of me, a table was laid with the full works—a pristine white table cloth, candles waiting to be lit, red roses, and two place settings.
I gasped, stopping short as I stepped outside. "Look at this, Edward. Did you know about this?"
"I got the catering company to set it up for me." He shrugged. "I hoped we could have dinner."
"Was that before or after you ravaged me?" I grinned at him.
"I didn't plan on ravaging you, Bella, but I hoped I'd at least get to kiss you."
Putting down the dishes I'd brought outside, I stood on tiptoes, pulling his head down toward me so I could kiss him. His arms slipped around me, drawing me closer, his hands palming my bare ass, squeezing the flesh. I moaned into his mouth, feeling him harden against my stomach.
"Hmm, I could ravage you again, if you're willing," he murmured against my lips.
Reluctantly, I pulled back from his lips. "Oh, I'm willing, Edward, but let's eat—you'll need to keep up your energy."
He smirked. "I'm sure I can keep up, Bella."
Edward stepped toward the table, leaning over to light the candles, casting a warm glow in the approaching twilight. I moved to take a seat on the other side of the table, but Edward slipped his hand in mine and tugged me forward as he sat.
"I have a seat for you right here."
He patted his knee then pulled me down across his lap, tucking his arm around me until I was resting against his chest.
"Thank you, this is perfect." I leaned over to take in the scent of the deep red roses. "And these are beautiful."
Plucking a single rose from the vase, Edward brushed it over my forehead, down my cheek and across my lips, his eyes following its path. "You're the beautiful one, Bella."
His eyes flicked to mine. "Let me feed you," he said, his voice husky.
Along with the vegetables and dip I'd brought out, the catering company had provided cheese and crackers, smoked salmon, and chocolate covered strawberries.
Edward's hands roamed over my skin while he fed me from the plates on the table, leaving me squirming and ready to be ravaged.
"So, Bella," Edward began, leaning back in the seat, grinning. "What do you do when you're not closing deals on multi-million dollar mansions?"
I looked out over the lake, sipping from my glass. "I don't have a lot of time when I'm not working."
"Why's that? What about your family?"
"Well, my parents are divorced. My mom lives in Florida and my dad in a small town near Seattle. I spend my time working because I'm saving for a place of my own."
"Husband? Boyfriend?" he asked, fishing for information.
"Neither right now, and I would never have done this if I had," I said sharply. "What about you? You said you don't have a wife, and I hope you don't have a girlfriend, either."
"Relax, Bella, I didn't mean anything by it. And no, I don't have a girlfriend. I do have parents who are still sickeningly, happily married after over forty years, and I have a sister, too, Alice, who's married to my best friend and tells me he's her soulmate."
I got to my feet and wandered to the rail at the edge of the deck and leaned on it, looking out onto the lake as the sun sank below the horizon.
"I'm an only child of only children, so it's just my parents and me," I said. "But I do have a few good friends, so I'm not lonely. I just don't have a partner right now."
Not wanting the subject to become serious, I turned and leaned back against the rail. His T-shirt rose, and I smirked as I watched his eyes darken. I grinned at him and beckoned him over.
Edward rose and stalked toward me, a predator pursuing his prey. Caging me in with hands on either side of me, he stepped close enough for his body heat to warm mine.
"Well, Miss Swan," he drawled. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm sure you can think of something, Mr. Cullen."
I closed my eyes as his fingers circled my nipples, gasping and opening them when he gripped them firmly, drawing them away from my body.
"Hmm," he murmured. "I like that sound, Miss Swan. Let's see what other sounds I can get you to make."
Letting go of my nipples, he cupped my breasts, bending his head to take first one then the other into his mouth, sucking at them through his T-shirt. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I arched my back, pushing them closer to his mouth.
"God, that feels so good." I shuddered. My clit throbbed.
Lifting his head, Edward's lips met mine, tracing a path along my jaw and under my ear. Shivering, goosebumps raised over my skin as desire raced through my veins.
"I want you again," I whispered.
"I could fuck you here, Bella. Bend you over and take you from behind. Make you scream into the night when I slam my cock inside you."
The words whispered in my ear made my knees go weak, and if I'd been wearing any panties they'd have been soaked.
"Would you like that, my dirty girl?"
Something about Edward made me brave. I felt desired, and the thought of being naked out here was somehow decadent and sinful, but oh, so tempting.
"Hmm, yes. I want you to take off your clothes, Edward."
I reached for the bottom of his T-shirt and swept it off over my head, standing naked before him. In the cool night air, my nipples hardened. He took a few steps back, his gaze dropping to them, following an invisible path down my body, raising goosebumps.
Without further hesitation, he toed off his shoes and pulled his feet free from his socks, flinging them behind him. I giggled.
He stilled, his fingers on his zipper. "What did I tell you about laughing?" He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to one side. "I may just have to punish you, Miss Swan."
I slapped my hand over my mouth, wide-eyed but turned on. The idea of him slapping my ass was intriguing, and suddenly I wanted to see how far I could push him.
"Hmm," I hummed, then laughed again, raising my eyebrows, silently daring him. I wasn't quite brave enough to ask him.
Finishing unzipping his pants, he pushed them and his boxers to the deck, kicking them to one side.
It was my turn to ogle him. In the twilight, my gaze took in his wide shoulders and muscular torso leading to a trim waist. My gaze flicked past his cock beginning again at his feet. His calves were well-shaped, thighs muscled but not overly so, matching my original thoughts from hours ago.
When I stopped at his cock, it twitched as if I'd caressed it. It was long and straight, and very hard, jutting out from his body. Neat curls surrounded it, showcasing it, and my eyes widened at his girth, remembering how much he'd stretched me when I'd sunk down on him.
I beckoned. "Come closer, Edward."
He needed no second bidding and stalked toward me. My heart beat faster in anticipation and I licked my lips as he came to a halt in front of me. I glanced down at his cock and my mouth watered. I'd never been a fan of sucking cocks, but this one? I could make an exception for this one.
I kneeled on the T-shirt I'd thrown on the deck, grasping his thick length and bringing the tip to my mouth, my tongue licked over the head before I closed my lips around it.
Edward leaned over me, grasping the rail over my head, inhaled sharply, then swore. "Ah, fuck!"
Bobbing my head, I took as much of his length as I could into my mouth until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. I gagged slightly around him, and he groaned—a deep, throaty sound that traveled through me. Drawing back and sucking hard, I glanced up to see his eyes closed and his mouth open.
I pulled off him for a second. "Edward."
His eyes flicked open, the pupils dilated with lust.
"Don't look away. I want you to watch me suck your cock."
His eyes fluttered closed for a second, then he watched me. I settled back on my heels, sucking him deep into my mouth then drawing back slowly before sinking back down, his cock hitting the back of my throat each time. I could feel him tense, holding still and letting me call the shots, so I slid my hands around the backs of his muscular thighs, holding him close, urging him to move.
With a few more hard sucks, he began to move, his hips jerking forward then retreating, fucking my mouth. Hearing him curse above me was a turn on. My hand drifted down between my legs, my fingers circling my clit. I widened my legs, the movement catching his eye.
"Fuck, Bella. Are you touching yourself? Are you rubbing that clit?"
His words spurred me on, and I could feel my orgasm rising for the third time while his movements became more erratic and his cock swelled in my mouth.
"No, no, stop. Get up here; I want to come deep in your pussy, Bella."
I whined like a child losing a favorite toy as he pulled his cock from my mouth. Satisfyingly, it wasn't without effort as he let out a moan when he stepped away, fisting his length before he helped me to my feet. He turned me to face the lake, his hand in the center of my back, pushing me down. My hands came up to grip the top rail.
"Stay there," he warned.
I let out a giggle. "Yes, Sir."
His hand came down on my ass cheek with a sharp slap, and I gasped in shock, but the sting of the slap flowed through me, driving my desire even higher. I had no problem asking for what I wanted now.
I wiggled my hips and pushed my ass toward him. "More."
The word came out on a gasp, my clit throbbing as the impact of his hand heated my flesh. A second later, Edward's hand smoothed over the stinging skin and he followed it with another. I let out a throaty moan, startling myself, and pushed my ass toward him.
"Another, please."
His hand came down on my other cheek, then his fingers moved between my legs, parting my hot flesh and sliding inside me.
"My, my, Bella. You liked that, didn't you?"
Twice more, he pushed his fingers inside me until I was pushing back against his hand, fire already licking along my veins. I protested when he withdrew them, only to be filled to the hilt as he impaled me on his cock.
I groaned as the pleasure rocketed through me, my muscles tightening as my body reacted to the intrusion.
"Fuck, you're so tight this way," Edward grunted, stilling for a second.
He withdrew, then thrust again and again. Without warning, the fire that had been simmering below the surface erupted, and I screamed my orgasm out into the night just as he said I would. For what seemed forever, though it was only seconds, I could hear nothing except the blood rushing in my ears and the pounding of my heart.
The sound of Edward's voice crooning in my ear and the feel of his chest against my back brought me back.
"You're okay, sweetheart, you're okay."
His cock was still inside me, stretching and filling me in a good way.
"I'm fine, Edward. Keep going. Please," I begged.
Slowly, he pulled back until only the tip was inside me, then filled me again in a thrust. I groaned as pleasure surged through me, bucking my body back against his. I felt insatiable, already needing to come again.
"Fuck me, Edward," I pleaded. "Harder."
The heat of his hand skimmed along my spine then gripped the back of my neck. His commanding voice sounded close to my ear. "As you wish," he growled. "Hold on fucking tight to that rail, Bella."
He tangled his hand in the length of my hair, tugging hard enough to send a stab of pain followed by a zing of pleasure through me. I arched my back and gasped out loud.
Then, gripping my hip with his free hand, he held me firmly in place while he drove into me harder and faster, his cock impaling me over and over. Heat bloomed under my skin and I slid my hand between my legs where we were joined. My slick fingers circled my over sensitive clit. I could feel Edward's hand on my hip, gripping it with a bruising force, but it all felt so good I never wanted it to stop.
Every time he entered me, his cock hit my G-spot, driving me over the edge as Edward stilled, his cock pulsing inside me. I clenched my eyes shut so tightly, I saw spots and stars, unintelligible sounds flowing from my mouth.
Shaky legs folded underneath me and my knees hit the decking. Edward's cock slid out of me as he followed me down. I turned to lay flat on my back and he followed suit.
"Oh, God," I muttered. "That was fucking amazing."
"Not too much?" Edward sounded as out of breath as I felt and we lay side by side waiting for it to return to normal. "You seemed to like the spanking?"
"Hell, yes. I never thought it could be like that."
As I recovered, my traitorous mind began to overthink. Shame washed over me as I came to terms with what I'd done—what we'd done. Edward was a client, whose dad was my boss. Yes, he'd initiated this, and I'd been a very willing participant, but what if we didn't work out? How would that affect me and my career?
You could lose your job over this. Oh, God! What have I done?
A huge part of me felt sad and bereft at the thought of Edward and I going our separate ways. There was no doubt in my mind that Edward was someone special, and I already mourned the loss of him.
"What are you thinking about so hard over there, Bella?"
Edward moved closer to me, pulling me into his arms so my head rested in his chest.
"I was just thinking I don't want this to end." I bit my lip, quelling the tears that threatened.
He was silent for a few minutes, and I basked under his touch as his hand stroked down my arm. "Bella," he began, "why would you think it would end? I was telling the truth earlier when I said we have a connection and I want to explore that further."
I pushed up on one elbow, looking down at him. He was gorgeous, and nice, too. I wanted him, but my mind told me it wasn't possible; we'd never work, would we?
"I don't know, Edward. How would it work? Your dad wouldn't be pleased, would he? Is there a non-fraternization rule? What about your mom? What if she doesn't like me? If she asks me how we met, I'll be so nervous, I'll blurt out something totally inappropriate about the open house and end up telling her I had the best sex of my life with her son. Oh God, what am I doing?" I let some of my thoughts spill out.
With the direction of my thoughts, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Quickly, I stood and grabbed his T-shirt from the floor, slipping it over my head. Edward got to his feet, pulling on his jeans, stepping toward me and holding out his hand.
"You know that's not how we met. I saved you from falling on your now perfectly spanked ass." He grinned, disarming me instantly. "Stop overthinking this, Bella. No, there's no company policy that prohibits our being together. Mom and Dad work together, so they can hardly have a rule that excludes partners. And if I'm happy, they'll be happy. Bella, please? Will you give us a chance? I think—no, I know we can be something great."
I turned to look out over the silent, dark lake, wondering if this man could actually feel something for me. Edward stepped up behind me, pulling me back into his chest.
"Truly, Bella, I've had so much fun with you today, and I think you did, too. Then it was more—at least for me. I really like you. I'd like to take you on a date."
He's right, you do have a connection. You like him, so where's the harm in accepting a date? You'd be stupid to pass up a chance to get to know him better, Bella.
"Please."
I turned back toward him, and his arms came around me. I fit there like the space was made for me.
"You promise there's no more secrets?"
"No more secrets, I promise."
I pulled back to look up at him, to see a wide grin on his face, making him look young and carefree. His smile won me over; I couldn't be mad at that smile.
"We're going on a date!" He pulled me up into his arms and swung me around, a huge smile on his face, and buried his face in the crook of my neck. "Forgive me for not telling you about buying the house sooner?" he murmured in my ear.
I nodded. "I forgive you, Edward, and yes, we can go on a date." I hugged him. "I like you, too," I whispered in his ear.
He pulled back, a now familiar glint in his eye. "So, the best sex of your life, huh? Hmm, I'm confident I can top that. Do you want to join me in the shower, Bella? I wanna get dirty with you again."
I nodded, unable to resist him. He hoisted me up into his arms, cradling my ass in his hands. I squealed and linked my arms around his neck, nipping the skin playfully. He growled as he turned and headed back indoors, carrying me up to the room at the top of the house, and hopefully into a brighter future.
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