A/N: Hello, hello hello! So, this is something that came into my mind a couple of nights ago, and I just needed to post it on here. I had an overwhelming urge to explore an older, sexy Edward, so here it is!

This story is going to packed up like a lemon farm so, if that's not up your alley, this is definitely not going to be the story for you!

In regards to age, which is very important, Bella is 18 and Edward is around 35. A big age difference but all legal here :)

Cover your eyes kiddies, it's about to get saucy.

PULSE

"From what I've tasted of desire,

I hold with those who favor fire."

As soon as he walks into the classroom, the collective orgasm is almost palpable.

Rosalie was gnawing at one of her acrylics next to me and hisses in pain as he sets down his briefcase on the front desk, blood trickling down her thumb. On the other side of me, Alice releases a muffled groan and shuffles slightly in her seat. I can see that Jane has already leaned forward so that her cleavage is on display, a pen nestled between her teeth. Even Mike seems to have perked up slightly.

I bite my lip as he unhooks the locks of his briefcase and pulls out a stack of papers, placing them beside him on the wooden surface. He looks mature, the front of his copper-hair littered with a tinge of grey, and drop-dead fucking gorgeous. The navy suit that adorns him is perfectly fitted, enunciating every inch of his body. His shoulders are broad and burly, and I can faintly make out the muscles in his shoulders dancing beneath his shirt. A light dusting of stubble decorates his jawline.

I can't stop staring at him, drinking in the godly man before me. I try crossing my legs to control my hunger, but the throbbing in my crotch only distracts me further. Copying Alice, I shuffle slightly in my seat and can feel how moist the material of my panties has become. I'm surprised he cannot smell my pheromones from the front of the classroom.

I'm glad I wore my shortest skirt today.

He clears his throat purposefully, to gather our attention, as though we aren't already entranced by his presence. Finally, he glances up in our direction, and the breath hitches in my throat. Glittering emerald eyes round out his face, encased by a set of long, dark eyelashes. If I were not so attracted to him, I would be jealous. It should be criminal to be this captivating.

"Good morning, class," I almost explode at the sound of his voice, and I have to fight to keep myself from moaning aloud. "I understand that you're aware that Mrs Hart has gone on maternity leave, and, therefore, I will be her replacement for the foreseeable future."

It feels like Christmas Day in the middle of October. Catching Rosalie's eye, we both grin mischievously.

"However, before she left, she failed to tell me how far into the syllabus you were. I would appreciate one of you giving me the heads up."

Before I have even had a chance to process what he has said, Jane is already up at his desk, a textbook in hand. They talk quietly at the front of the classroom, flicking through the relevant pages together, and Jane's occasional giggle makes my hands ball into fists.

I lean towards Alice. "She's dumb if she thinks she's getting first dibs on him."

"Got your eyes on the prize already, Swan?" She giggles.

"Doesn't everyone?" I quip, my eyes never leaving the front.

Eventually, the Greek God himself thanks Jane and sends her back to her seat. Her smug grin makes my eyes roll and my determination heighten. I crack my knuckles and raise my eyebrows for Alice to see, and she giggles. She knows I mean business.

However, when I look back to the front of the classroom, my heart stops. This time, the breath doesn't just hitch in my throat but disappears from my lungs completely. My head spins from pure, guttural desire. It appears that my little performance hasn't only garnered Alice's attention. His emerald eyes are locked onto me, completely, and the side of his lips turn upwards when he realizes that I have noticed him.

The perfect opportunity.

Reaching into my jacket pocket, my fingertips ghost over the shape of my lip-gloss and I pull it out, twisting off the top. I swirl the tool in the glimmering liquid for a moment before swiping it over my bottom lip, taking my sweet time.

He raises an eyebrow, and I let my tongue run over the lip-gloss.

I desperately hope that he wants to taste me as much as I do him.

"Now that I'm up to speed, let me introduce myself."

His eyes never leave me; I pull my lip back into my mouth.

"My name is Mr. Cullen. Welcome to English."

The updates for this one will be weekly, or bi-weekly, depending on how my schoolwork is going.

Happy reading!