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So, all journeys must come to an end. This isn't easy because I happen to love, love this couple very much.
A while back, I had a reviewer say they wanted to know how this couple met. Well, this chapter will cover that particular event. I hope you all enjoy it.
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Bella-
A year and a half earlier-
Edward Cullen sat across the bar. Raising the dry martini to my lips, I took a sip, letting my gaze sweep our surroundings. The place was packed tonight, but through the crowd, I would catch an occasional glimpse of him. He was sitting with friends or business associates; it was hard to tell which. Through the gap in passing occupants, his devilish blue gaze would lift randomly and dart in my direction. Each time his sparkling eyes met mine, they seemed to be laced with heat and humor, like the bastard knew I was sitting here watching him.
Even though I was supposed to be investigating Edward Cullen, an undeniable thrill shot down my spine every time our eyes collided. When he pushed away from his table and started toward me, I braced myself for the first encounter with Mr. Cullen. I knew deep down in my soul he was the leader of the Dublins, but I had yet to prove it. As I watched him squeeze through the crowd in the costly black Italian suit, I shivered all the way to my toes.
How could he inspire these fucking tingles rippling through my existence? I wasn't sure, but there they were as he drew closer to me, gooseflesh running along my arms and down my spine. As he closed the distance separating us, his lashes dropped into a smoldering stare, like he was visually eating me up. I squirmed on the stool as liquid heat coated my panties.
Hell, if he could make me feel like this with a mere look, I could only imagine what his touch could do.
I didn't have long to analyze the thought of his touch because as he stepped up beside me, his fingers brushed the exposed skin of my back. In an effort to look like some random townie, I slipped on a simple black tank and equally dark slacks earlier this evening, leaving me very vulnerable to the heat in those fingertips drawing circles on my shoulder. Even while his touch inspired this recklessness, I looked at him through the veil of my lashes. "You are pretty bold, touching what's not yours."
My voice came out foreign to my own ears, a husky quality tinging my tone. Perplexed by my body's response to this man that was little more than a stranger, I tried to pull my eyes away from his. The possession I spotted in those piercing depths held me spellbound and didn't help anything when he leaned forward with a smirk, as if he knew his effect on me.
"Oh, it's mine," he stated with a flash of even white teeth. "Let me buy you a drink and prove it to you."
I shouldn't. He was my enemy. That's what my brain told me over and over, but my body refused to listen. Unable to stop myself, I leaned closer, liking the power that radiated from this man and his fucking smile … geez.
How the fuck could I ignore the rush of exhilaration throwing me in overdrive?
Nibbling on my bottom lip as my focus dropped to his enchanting mouth. "Does that line work on all the women?"
"I wouldn't know. I've never used it on a woman before," he confided, edging closer, effectively caging me in against the bar.
He was so close his chest bumped against my shoulder. There it went again, the exciting zing of sensation. Squeezing my thighs together, I tried to stifle the ache building in my loins and once again failed. Processing his statement, my brow arched with inquiry, "A man then?"
The sound of his laugh caused my heart to constrict. Damn, he was so fucking sexy. Wow. It should be illegal to be that damn hot. His fingers stroked along my spine, and I couldn't help but shiver.
He leaned closer to me, his lips brazenly grazing my ear. "Oh, I'm not gay. Give me an hour, and I will prove it to you."
"You are very presumptuous. What makes you think I'd give you an hour of my time?" Granted, this man had no idea who the hell I was. If he did, Edward Cullen would be running the other way for sure.
"Why wouldn't you give your future husband an hour of your time?"
Even he laughed at his ridiculous statement. The Lord of the Dublins didn't know my name, but his comment caused butterflies to flutter in my belly. Chewing on the stir stick in my drink, I laughed. "So, you're my future husband?"
"If you accept my proposal," he grinned, a light twinkling in his eyes.
This was hands down the strangest conversation I'd ever had but intriguing on so many levels. "Are you proposing?"
"Damn straight," he mumbled, picking up a lock of my hair and twisting it around his finger. He sniffed it with an air of arrogance as if he knew something I didn't. The corner of his mouth lifted with a hint of a smile. "Are you accepting?"
Chuckling, I shook my head. Edward Cullen, besides the twinkle in his eyes, looked serious as hell. "You don't even know me. I could be your worst enemy."
"Then our marriage would be like ninety percent of the population's. But we would have one major difference," he whispered, sidling closer until his chest was pressed against my back.
"What difference would that be?" Despite my plagued indifference to the mafia lord, I found my nose lifting to nuzzle his jaw as he leaned over me. His scent was hypnotic, warm, sensual, and woodsy.
His lips were a centimeter from mine as he whispered, "We'd have hot fucking sex."
I was inclined to believe him. With just his breath washing over me, I shuddered, my thighs clenching to ward off the need pulsing through me. "You are so smooth."
He brushed the hair from my cheek as he studied me. This time he didn't smile; his tone dropped, taking on a serious quality. "And, you, lady wife, are fucking beautiful. Have a drink with me, Mrs. Cullen."
Edward-
I panted as she straddled my lap. From the moment our eyes clashed in that crowded bar, I knew I had to make her mine, and so, I followed my intuition and approached her. Nearly a half-hour after sharing a drink, she'd mauled me in the elevator on the way up to the suite I leased.
It was pure insanity, but when a man knew, he knew, and I knew this woman was different from any other creature I'd ever met. Mere seconds after approaching her, I'd proposed, and it sounded utterly ridiculous, but I'd never been more serious about anything in my life.
Wrapping her hair around my fist, I yanked her mouth to mine, making a meal out of her delicious lips. Thrusting into her tight warm pussy, I grunted as her nails raked down my chest, her cries, and moans, music to my damn ears. Nipping her lip, I rolled her beneath me and tore my lips from hers. "I think it's time you tell me your name, wife."
"Bella," she gasped, rocking up to meet each thrust. Her arms wound around my neck, she pulled me down, her lips claiming mine in a ravenous kiss. "Oh shit … this is so fucking … aaaah, you feel so good."
When her legs wrapped around my waist, I gripped her hips and pounded into her warm sheath without mercy. Her warmth clamped around my cock as she found her release, milking every ounce of need from my body. With a roar, I came, every bone in my body melting into a puddle on the silk sheets. Satisfied beyond anything I had ever experienced, I collapsed on her, dropping a series of kisses on her breasts.
"You are fucking amazing," I admitted, licking the tip of her breast. Her fingertips stroked over my nape, and she looked relaxed, basking in the wake of the most incredible sex I'd ever had. Pulling the hair from her eyes, I stared into the mossy depths, feeling a tug on the organ in my chest. "I'm not ever letting you go."
"You don't even know who I am," she whispered as I rolled to her side.
There was something in her voice that piqued my interest. Propping my head on the mountain of pillows behind me, I pulled her to me until she rested against my chest. I smiled as she kissed my pec, letting my fingers tangle in her hair; I gripped her chin until she met my gaze. Shrugging, knowing nothing she said would change a damn thing, I said, "So, tell me about yourself."
A suspicious light shone in her eyes. "I happen to be the Chief of Police at the Fort Wayne PD. I'm investigating the mob-related activity in the area."
The expression on her face told me she was waiting for a reaction from me. Was it possible, this woman, my future wife, knew who I was? Had she known this entire time? Since she'd entered the bar, her watchful gaze made so much sense to me now. With a lopsided smile, I squeezed her thigh as I brought her leg to rest over me. "That's fucking hot. If you want to arrest me sometime, I will definitely get into a little authority. Find anyone of interest so far?"
She tweaked my nipple with a nod. "I have my hand in someone's pocket for sure."
"Baby, you can put your hand in my pocket anytime," I laughed, the grin sliding from my face at the thought of her touching anyone else. "You will find no one as eager and willing to please as me."
Bella shook her head and shoved up into a sitting position. "You are too much. I should go. I have an early day tomorrow."
My arm curled around her waist when she would've left the bed. Kissing her shoulder, I held her in place. "What if I ask you to stay the night with me? I'm not quite done yet … shit … I don't think I will ever be done."
She became putty in my arms. The hunger this woman inspired left me drunk with yearning. I'd just experienced the best orgasm of my life, but I was already growing hard with the probability of claiming her again.
"You are far too charming for your own good," she whispered breathlessly as I licked her spine. "One night of sex, and you want to know all my deepest darkest secrets?"
"Baby, I want to know whatever you want to tell me. Plus," I whispered, peppering kisses on her pale skin. "How will you ever learn mine if you leave so soon?"
"Are you trying to seduce me with secrets?" Bella wanted to know, looking over her shoulder. "What kind of secrets do you have, baby?"
"Stay and find out." I urged, letting my fingers slid into her moist center. "Are you up for the challenge?"
"You bet your fine ass I am," she grinned, tackling me to the bed.
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