A/N:

Sooooo, this chapter is solely in Edward/third Pov! Enjoy ;-)

Title: The Perfect Partner Program

Author: MarieCarro

Beta: EdwardsFirstKiss

Pre-reader: brwneyedgrl01

Genre: Angst/Hurt&Comfort/Romance

Rating: NC-17

Summary: The summer of 2005 was the summer that changed Bella Swan's life forever. Sent to Ohio by her mother to attend a school for debutante girls not quite up to par, she meets Edward Masen, an apprentice. But is that really all he is? AH

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter Word Count: 2, 787

CHAPTER 12 INTENSE FEELINGS

Edward sat in his room with his head in his hands. He was trying to figure out why Bella Swan was constantly on his mind; why he had started to dream about her at night, and why the dreams weren't the usual wet dreams he had about attractive girls.

He had them, too, and they were filled with images and flashes of what they'd done in the glade, and what he would have wanted to do if Bella had been willing to go further. But the dreams that caused his distress were the ones about her eyes; her smiles, and how her hair felt between his fingers.

He couldn't understand it. This was supposed to be a case like any other. The previous girls had been so easy. What made Bella Swan so different? Why did she affect him so much?

However, Edward was determined to finish this case. It was a job which he was paid to do, but unless he succeeded, he wouldn't get a single cent, and that didn't sit well with him. He needed the money; not because he didn't have any, but because he was addicted to having more than he needed.

Edward was a greedy bastard, but it wasn't anything that had bothered him ever. He liked to spend money on expensive toys and gadgets. He liked to show off, especially to whichever girl he had for the evening. They were only good for one thing, and that was because they knew how to show appreciation for the chance of riding in a fast car next to him.

He loved his life. It didn't matter what his father said, there was nothing lacking in it. He didn't feel the need to have a single woman around him all the time. He only needed a female body that could warm his bed from time to time.

That was why he also felt a bit scared, although he didn't show that weakness outwardly in Bella's presence. He had started to enjoy, and possibly even crave, her company. He liked her protectiveness, her sass, and sarcasm, but most of all, he liked that she had real dreams and ambitions for the future.

In many ways, she was his complete opposite, and he knew that while the other girls had become nameless, faceless memories of strategies, Bella was forever etched into his mind. Edward already knew he would dislike breaking her heart. She was something else and had grown on him.

Her physical appearance was also something that had hit him quite hard recently. Bella was no classic beauty and was in fact not what he was usually attracted to. Her eyes were on the smaller side, her lips were uneven, and her features weren't completely proportioned, but all of this only served to mesmerize him even more.

She made him lose track of time when he was with her, and for someone like him, that wasn't a good thing. He tried to tell himself that it didn't matter what he felt, though. She was a job like any other, and he was going to prove to himself and to his aunt that he could finish it, no matter what.

His phone notified him of an incoming text, and when he saw that it was from Bella, he smiled without consciously deciding it.

Discussion Class canceled today. You want to watch a movie with me now that it's allowed, or isn't it as exciting as in the middle of the night? ;-)

Edward immediately seized the opportunity. Being alone with you in your room in broad daylight? I don't think that's appropriate.

I take that as a yes.

He chuckled at her response and changed his clothes before he made his way to her room. As soon as she closed the door behind him, they shared a kiss that was a bit more intense than what their kisses had been before the glade. The sensation that coursed through Edward as their mouths moved together and their tongues played caused his head to grow foggy.

He had kissed those he manipulated before and it had all been a part of the job, but he had never enjoyed it as much as he did with Bella. He acted on pure instinct when he pushed her against the wall and pressed the length of his body against hers.

It was as if when he kissed her it was impossible to keep up the act. He wasn't in control of himself. Everything, from the moment he had received her text, had been completely out of his character while also completely himself. It was as if a part of him that he didn't usually acknowledge had broken free and taken control of his body and mind.

And Bella responded to him so well. Her body sang to him, and it moved in the right way without him having to demand it.

He knew he was pressing his growing erection against her and that she could easily feel it, but she wasn't scared of it like the first time she had felt it. Now she pressed back, silently asking for more, and he was more than willing to oblige.

With an effort that required Herculean-strength, he pulled away from her tantalizing lips to make sure he wasn't reading the signs wrong. He had almost done so in the glade. She had protested when he had unbuttoned her shorts, but with minimal persuasion, she had set her insecurities to the side.

Edward looked into her eyes, and the dilated pupils in their brown depths almost swallowed him. He froze on the spot, suddenly uncertain of himself for some unknown reason, and Bella was the one who initiated for them to continue by pulling him back in for another kiss.

He let out a groan and slid his hand down to hook it around her knee so that he could pull it up around his hip. He wanted her so much, and she smelled so good. He wanted her in every position he could imagine, and he didn't have a single thought in his head about her virginity or that she was only sixteen.

In his mind, at that moment, his desire for her was the only thing that mattered.

His free hand cupped her breast, and she moaned against his mouth. He wanted to pull her top down and touch her bare skin. He wanted to do more than touch her breasts. He wanted to kiss them and stimulate her nipples with his mouth.

Settling with releasing her mouth to kiss her neck instead, he tightened his grip on her, and she whimpered out his name in appreciation.

It was heady, hearing his name fall from her lips, but it also shocked him out of his lust-filled haze, and he realized that he was minutes away from taking her; virginity and inexperience be damned.

It was impossible for him to stop completely, though, and he wasn't going to because it would confuse Bella, and it could cause her to start questioning things, which was the last thing he wanted.

"Bella..." he breathed into her ear, and she arched against him, pushing her breast harder into his palm. He could feel her pebbled nipple and ran his thumb over it. "I want to touch you like I did in the glade. Do you want that?"

"Yes," she moaned. "I do, so much. Please."

He hadn't expected her to plead, but it delighted him. It told him she trusted him to take care of her needs, and he knew he had succeeded. He was positive Bella Swan was now truly in love with him.

They were still by the wall, but when he pulled back, he brought her with him so that he could back her into the room and toward her bed. When the back of her knees hit the edge, she fell backward, and he landed on top of her but made sure to break the fall with his hands.

Without missing a beat, Edward traced his hand down her body until he reached the button of her jeans, but when the zipper was down, he didn't slide his hand in like he had the last time. He wanted to see how far Bella was willing to go with him, and so he rose up on his elbow to look at her.

"Can I take them off?" he asked referring to her jeans. It would bare her more to him, and he could see the hesitation in her eyes. Her inexperience was so obvious, and he knew he needed to guide her. "It will make it easier to touch you. They're pretty tight."

A few seconds passed in silence, only their panting breaths were audible, but then Bella nodded, and they resumed kissing as he helped her shimmy out of her tight jeans. Her underwear was simple black cotton with a lace trim, and Edward wanted nothing more than to pull them off together with her jeans, but he was aware he couldn't push her much more today. If the jeans had caused her to hesitate, the underwear would pull her to a complete stop, and he'd suffer a severe case of blue balls.

He rubbed small circles on her stomach and with each one he closed in on the lining of her underwear where he suspected she was already aching for his touch if the sounds she was making were any indication.

Not wanting to tease her unnecessarily since he knew she was already worked up to the point of no return, he moved his hand under the fabric and traced her hot and swollen labia with the lightest of touches.

She jerked at the contact and started breathing harder. He didn't even have to ask her to touch him as well this time. She traced her hands down on her own and rubbed her palm against his painfully hard cock. He knew he would explode the second her delicate hand wrapped around him, though, since he was closer to the edge than he had ever been without skin-to-skin contact or penetration, and that was why he pulled back somewhat from her touch.

"Let me take care of you first," he said, and the words were so foreign to him. Had it been a girl that wasn't a job, he couldn't have cared less about her and only for his own release.

He slid his finger in between her lower lips and was immediately met with a wetness that caused his cock to twitch in reaction. He didn't know how much longer he could restrain himself. He needed to make her come quickly.

With his experience, even though he rarely used the knowledge, he knew exactly how to move his fingers, up one side and down the other in sensual slow circles, ghosting over her entrance and rubbing just a tiny bit harder on her clit.

Not wanting her mouth to feel neglected, he started kissing her again, but as his fingers started moving more aggressively, the kiss became fiercer and built momentum. Bella whimpered and moaned against him and her fast and violent breaths escaped her noisily through her nose.

She showed the signs of being close, and he entered her with his finger without warning, and then almost as quickly, added a second finger which stretched her more than she was used to. Simultaneously, he rubbed her sensitive and blood-filled nerve-ending with his thumb, which caused her to erupt in an orgasm much more powerful than the first they had shared.

His insides squeezed almost painfully at the sight of her coming undone. She was so beautiful in that moment. Her eyes were closed, although he wished they weren't, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted as her breath escaped her in harsh pants.

Catching himself with those thoughts, he forced them out of his head and allowed her to ride out her climax. When she had come down fully from her high, he was beyond relieved when she made her own initiation to get him on his back so that she could reciprocate.

Edward already knew that Bella was unselfish, but the simple thing as her unhesitatingly wanting to give back just proved it even further.

The bastard in Edward wished he could demand a blowjob, but he had gained enough of his control back to know that a request like that could ruin everything he had accomplished. She wasn't ready for that step, and most likely wouldn't be ready before the summer ended. The thought saddened him since he knew he would have enjoyed that immensely, but would never get the opportunity.

Once he was fully on his back, Bella looked into his eyes with her beautiful brown ones, and he gave her a soft, encouraging smile. Her uncertainty was like a visible aura around her, and he knew it was there because, compared to the previous time, his touch wasn't there to distract her. She would be aware of everything she did, and Edward looked forward to teaching her how to pleasure him properly. Her hand, while it had felt good enough to make him come, had been clumsy and often lost its rhythm.

To keep with his character, he rose up somewhat on his elbows to kiss her gently, and he whispered against her lips. "Do you want me to show you how to do it?"

She swallowed and then nodded.

"Do you have any lotion we can use?"

She frowned in confusion, and he thought it was adorable. She was so innocent, he almost felt bad. Almost. "For what?"

He chuckled and nuzzled his nose against hers, something he had found out she quite liked. "For me. It will feel much better when it's not completely dry."

"Oh," she said when she understood, and Edward was impressed that she didn't blush. She was inexperienced but definitely not prudish. He liked that. "I think I have some. I'll check."

For the few seconds she was gone, looking for lotion in her bathroom, Edward clenched his eyes tightly and tried to get back in the right mindset, but his heart was beating so fast, and his entire body was tingling with energy like a live wire.

She was a case he had to finish. His personal feelings could not take part in it, he chanted in his head over and over. It didn't work. The only thing on his mind was her. He couldn't focus on anything else, only her smile, her laugh, and how she felt in his arms.

He wanted more. He wanted everything.

But he couldn't.

She came back into the room with a small smile and a bottle of lotion. She crawled back onto the bed and gave him a kiss that he responded to because he wanted to, not because he had to. Her hand moved down his torso toward his jeans, and when she popped the button of them open, every thought of the case disappeared from his head.

When her soft little hand went inside his underwear and wrapped around him, he didn't care that he needed to be cold and detached.

When he guided her to release him completely from his clothes and her eyes widened when she saw him for the first time, he didn't have any restraint anymore.

When he pumped lotion into her palm and guided her how to touch him with his own hand over hers, he knew that he was screwed and started to panic on the inside.

Afterward, when he had climaxed harder than he had for years, she was in his arms, her ear pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Her breathing was getting increasingly slower, and he knew that she was about to fall asleep.

"Baby," he whispered and stroke her cheek. "You can't sleep now. You have lessons, remember?"

"I don't care," she mumbled, already half in dreamland. "I want to stay with you." She snuggled against him and clenched her fist around the fabric of his t-shirt.

That was when he heard the words he had waited for. The words every girl he had manipulated had told him before he finished with them.

"I love you, Edward," Bella sighed and fell asleep.

He had known she would say those words even before he first laid his eyes on her. That was his job; his goal. But this was the first time the words caused his heart to beat twice as fast in his chest.

He took a deep breath and tightened his arms around her small frame. His plan to seduce Bella had backfired on him terribly.

A/N:

Look at that! Boy's got some kind of conscience!

Bella said the 'L' word! What will Edward do about it? Continue like before or not?

Share your thoughts with me this Friday night and we'll get through the weekend together ;-)