I may or may not have written the first lemon for this story. It may or may not be a few chapters long. I'm not telling you when it happens, but it's pretty soon. ;)

Until then...enjoy!

Infinite thanks to my team and to you!


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Bella: Netflix and chill tonight?

My phone buzzes with the text alert, and I'm unable to stop the instant smile that stretches my lips when I see her name on my screen.

Edward: Wow, not even gonna pretend you actually want to watch a movie with me?

Bella: Nope.

Edward: What if I say I'm a classier gentleman than that? That I want to take you out, show you off before I ruin you for all other men.

Bella: Awfully cocky, are we?

Edward: Well, you felt firsthand yourself last night. What do you think?

Bella: Mm. Very cocky. And not the least bit classy. In fact, something tells me you can be very UNclassy. Downright filthy, even.

It's no shock she has my pants feeling a little tighter in, what, less than a hundred words? Superpowers, I'm telling you.

Edward: Guess you'll have to see. I can probably be out of here by 6. What should I bring for dinner?

Bella: Just you. I'll cook for us.

My brows lift. I've seen her cook; I know she's capable. But there's something about the fact that she wants to cook for me. My mother is the only person that's ever been eager to cook for me. There's something about it that feels...warm. Like I'm cared for.

Bella: Any allergies or shit? I can't kill you before I get your cock in my mouth.

Jesus. Speaking of mouth, hers is fucking filthy, and if she's trying not to kill me, she's going about it the wrong fucking way.

Kill me. The journals. Potential murderer.

No, Cullen, stop. She's not work. Stop looking for all the bad.

Edward: Jesus fuck.

No allergies, but you keep talking like that, and I may not make it to your house, let alone to the...act.

Bella: Cocksucking?

Fucking?

It's all right, you can say it.

Unless you can't handle me.

The messages come one right after the other, making me me laugh.

Edward: I'll show you just how well I can handle it when I'm buried in your pussy later. Make sure whatever you make has lots of protein. You'll need your energy.

Bella: Counting on it.

The next text is a picture. It's just a tease, really. Her unzipped jeans, the red lace of her panties, and her hand shoved down the front.

It's way sexier than anything I've seen her in around the house for a few reasons, the first being that she's willingly offering this to me. She wants me to see her like this. She wants to tease me.

How the fuck am I gonna be able to make it through my workday?

Edward: I'll be out of here by 5.

Bella: Good boy.