Chapter 4

I had never been to Edward's office, so when he invited me to join him for lunch at work, I jumped at the chance. I was admittedly curious about where he spent so much of his time.

I took the elevator up to the 12th floor and made my way over to the reception desk, just as Edward instructed me.

"Hi, I'm looking for Edward Cullen's office," I said to the secretary. She was beautiful in a perfect Barbie-doll way.

"I'm sorry, miss, but Mr. Cullen is in meetings all afternoon. If he was expecting you, he would have told me personally. But I can take a message." She smirked at me.

"That's funny because Edward called me not more than twenty minutes ago, inviting me to lunch personally." I smirked back.

She raised an eyebrow at me, then slapped a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. "Of course he did. Here, let me just buzz him." She rolled her eyes, clearly not believing me.

"Mr. Cullen, I have a Miss…" She glanced at me, and I told her my last name. "A Miss Swan—oh. Right. Yes, Sir." She hung up the phone, eyes wide. "Uh. You can go right in."

I grinned. "Thank you!" I sang as I wiggled my fingers at her and made my way to Edward's office.

—GG—

"You're a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart." He pulled me to him and kissed me.

"Your secretary has the hots for you, you know."

"Heidi? She has the hots for everyone."He chuckled.

I hummed and extracted myself from his arms. "Why do you keep her around, then?" I asked as I took a seat in his desk chair.

"Are you jealous, Isabella?" He stalked toward me. "Because that would be very silly."

"Would it be, though? She's about your age and very pretty. I'm sure you could have her over your desk if you wanted."

"She's also vapid, but a great organizer, which is why we keep her. However, the only one I'd ever want to have over my desk, as you put it, is you, Isabella." He sat on the edge of the desk, pulling me up so I was standing between his legs. "You have nothing to worry about." He pulled my face to meet his, pressing his lips roughly against mine.

I moaned softly, nipping at his bottom lip. "Mm, what about lunch?" I placed soft kisses along his scruffy jaw.

He lifted me up so I was straddling his lap, grasping my ass with his hands. "Change of plans. I think I'd like to have you for lunch."

"But what am I going to eat?" I smiled at him coyly. "I'm really hungry." I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth.

"I've got something you can put in your mouth," he growled quietly in my ear as he ran his thumb along my lip, pulling it from my teeth. I whimpered softly, melting into him. "What do you say? Will you wrap those pretty lips around my cock?"

I was so turned on that I couldn't find any words, but I nodded. He stood up, undoing his pants before dropping them and his boxers to his feet. I licked my lips as his cock sprang free, dropping to my knees in front of him and wrapping my fingers around him. I leaned in to lick the pre-cum from the tip before I wrapped my lips around him.

"Oh shit,"he groaned as I slid my lips down his cock until he reached the back of my throat. "There's my good girl. Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth." He gathered my hair with one of his hands, tugging gently. I moaned as my lips slid up and down his shaft, and he cursed as he felt the vibrations.

He tugged gently at my hair again. "If you don't stop, I'm going to come, and I'm not done yet. I want your pussy. Can I bend you over my desk and fuck that pretty pussy?"

I gave him one final lick before I rose and bent over his desk, giving him the answer he was looking for.

"Did you wear this little skirt for me, sweetheart?" he asked as he ran his fingers along the hemline. "Oh, and look at that; no panties. God, you're such a dirty girl, aren't you?"

"Fuck," I groaned as his fingers slipped higher beneath my skirt, his index finger circling my entrance but never dipping inside. "Only for you, Edward."

"That's right, because this pussy is mine," he growled as he lined himself up and slammed into me.

"Oh God!" I yelled.

He slipped his hand over my mouth. "Quiet. The next time you yell like that, I'll spank you. Can I trust you? Will you be quiet?"

I nodded and he dropped his hand from my mouth, once again slamming into me deeply. I moaned loudly, causing him to growl. "You want me to spank you, don't you?"

"Please," I begged. "Please."

The next time he pushed into me, his hand came down onto my ass with a loud smack. I groaned loudly at the harsh sting of it. "Oh God. More, Edward, please!"

Over and over, he thrust into me while his hand was more than likely turning my ass red.

"I'm so close, I need you to come with me, baby." He grunted, his hands now gripping at my waist as he slammed into me. I cried out as he hit a spot deep inside. "That's it. I can feel you, you're so close. Come on, come on my cock."

I gasped, moaning loudly as my pussy spasmed around his cock as he simultaneously came deep inside me.

"Holy shit," he breathed as he fell back into his chair, bringing me with him. He held me tight to his chest, kissing the top of my head. "I love you," he murmured.

"Love you, too," I mumbled, feeling a little drowsy.

He chuckled softly. "Why don't you go back to the house and take a nap? I'll be home in a couple of hours."

"That actually sounds like an amazing idea." I stretched, sliding off his lap so he could tuck himself back into his pants. I kissed him softly on the lips. "Don't be too late, okay?"

"Yes, dear." He rolled his eyes, and I giggled as I slipped out of his office.

"Have a good afternoon, Heidi." I smirked while straightening out my skirt and smoothing down my hair. The look on her face was absolutely priceless.

—GG—

That evening, while we were cuddled up against each other on the couch, my phone rang. I glanced over at the end table where it sat and sighed. "It's my mom. I'll just call her back later."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm not really in the mood right now to lie to her about where I am or who I'm with."

"Bella—"

"I'm sorry, I know this whole thing is complicated, but I'm just tired of sneaking around and hiding from the people I love."

"I know, sweetheart. Look, why don't we plan to have dinner with your parents next week? You know it isn't going to go well, though, right? They're going to think about all the times when you were younger and hung out here—"

"Nothing was happening then! You'd never do that!"

"I know that, and you know that, but your mom? And fuck, your dad? If I had a daughter who was dating a forty-year-old man, I'd lose my shit."

I sighed heavily, bringing my knees up to my chest. "It's going to suck, but I want a life with you out in the open. Don't you want that, too?"

"Of course I do, which is why I've offered to have dinner with your parents."

"And what about Eddie?"

He rubbed a hand across his forehead. "One thing at a time, Bella. We'll tell Eddie over winter break, like we agreed."

I nodded and kissed his cheek. I could live with that.