A/N: We cannot apologize enough for the length of time since our last update. As we stated in Stupid Volvo Owner, lack of inspiration and life happening is the only reason we have for it. So, since it's been a while since our last update, just a reminder of what has happened in the last couple chapters or so.
Edward and Bella have moved into their new office building, but wanted to put their attention on getting the business off the ground. Despite Alice's persistence that they should really just go for it and eliminate the sexual tension surrounding them, they decided that it wasn't something they just wanted to "get it over with", and have the time to relish in it. So they agreed to hold off on consummating their physical relationship until they both had gained their first substantial client. And they had finally done so the evening that Bella got a visit from Jane, informing her that she was ready to sign the contract with her for the new home she wanted to build.
In the last chapter, after Edward and Bella enjoyed a little reveling in the morning after, they had to return to work, as she was meeting with a high profile client. A hint of Edward's jealous side rears up while watching through the glass wall, since Bella had removed her underwear before the client arrived, due to Edward getting her worked up beforehand. And it only increased when Mr. Black returned to tell Bella he wanted her on his project and suggested they go out to lunch, leaving Edward very uneasy. And jealous for the first time in his life.
And that should bring us up to date now. Another side note that we mentioned in Stupid Volvo Owner is that we are going to be going for shorter chapters from now on. The longer ones seem to make the task of completely a chapter more daunting and therefore taking too long to update. Hopefully this new method will result in more frequent updates and sooner completion of this story.
Thank you for your patience and hope you all enjoy!
Edward woke the next morning as a low rumble of thunder reverberated through the room, joining the sound of the pelting rain on the windows. He rolled over onto his side, feeling the ache in the muscles of his shoulders and back, and a smile tugged at his lips before he even opened his eyes. The memory of the cause for it all came rushing to his mind as his arm slinked around Bella's waist and the scent of her hair flooded his senses. Warm, naked skin called to him in ways that made him yearn to explore more of her. A soft moan slipped from between her lips, he waited to see if she would wake, but sleep continued to claim her.
Edward couldn't help watching her for a few moments, her breathing even and soft. His hand smoothed along the tempting curve of her hip, as memories continued to remind him of the passion they shared the night before.
He couldn't get her to his apartment fast enough once they'd locked up the office for the night, the need to feel her touch and her body against him pulsing strong within him. He had never known himself to be a jealous man and swore he never would be, especially with Bella, whom he trusted implicitly. Yet, the longer he watched that man in the room with her, with his own newfound familiarity with every curve and inch of her body fresh in his memory, his mind increasingly tortured him.
The moment his apartment door closed and locked behind them, he frantically began shoving the jacket from her shoulders and down her arms, desperate for contact. His lips were heated on hers as his body pinned her against the wall.
"Oh God," Bella moaned as Edward's hands slid up the back of her thighs. He was far from gentle, his need too strong, even more so than their first night together. The desire to feel her naked body threatened to tear her clothes apart.
"Get this off," he grunted, tugging at the thin belt around her waist with the tip of his finger. She tried, fumbling with the tiny clasp, breathless when he captured her mouth again. The part of her lips and her harsh breaths seemed to fuel an already raging fire. The moment the belt fell to their feet, his hands returned under the dress, caressing and teasing her already dampening skin. The smooth fabric bunched around his wrists as his hands steadily rose, lifting the garment with them until he held her fingers between his, holding them both captive. The move gave her a shiver of anticipation and enticed a low moan as he pressed his body against her—her naked, while he remained fully clothed. For whatever reason, they each loved how it felt; it was almost dirty, but perfect for them, too.
Their mouths were less than an inch apart, too far for his tastes. Yet, he couldn't look away from the dark desire in her eyes. There was a little taunt in the tilt of her lips, as if she dared him to continue to claim her as he promised. His own eyes narrowed as he tossed the dress away and spun her around. He slipped one arm around her waist, while the other hand tugged her hair to lift her head.
"I swore I would claim you on that table one day."
They looked at the dining room table where they'd worked for countless hours, waiting for their office space. The desire had continued to mount for weeks on end, seemingly endless as time progressed. On more than one occasion, they'd share a passion-filled kiss or confessed their desires, only adding to the agony of waiting.
It was finally time to make one of their fantasies come true.
The table's surface had been lost under their paperwork, blueprints, and drawings for months. Now, it was clear, and it gleamed under the moonlight from the wall to ceiling window.
Edward filled his hands with her breasts, teasing her nipples between his fingers. "What are you thinking?" he asked, his eyes rolling back when her ass ground against his cock through his pants.
"I'm thinking… I'm so fucking glad I don't have any calls tomorrow because I'll probably lose my voice tonight." She paused, turning her head to graze his earlobe with her teeth, before whispering, "If this is a night of fulfilling promises…there's the chair as well." She gave him a little push before walking toward the table, bending over it and showing him exactly what she wanted. What he fantasized about for months, if not more.
"Fuck," he groaned in one husky breath, joining her and hastily sliding one hand between their bodies to unfasten his pants. He'd barely gotten them over his hips before driving deep inside her, both of them releasing sharp gasps, followed by deep moans of contentment as he bent over her, their lips met in a heated kiss.
The images flashing through his mind caused his body to reflexively press closer to hers and his breaths to pick up against the skin of her neck as he trailed soft kisses along it. She shifted slightly with a soft hum in her sleep, her cheek nuzzling further into the pillow, but it was soon followed by a singular, muffled snore.
Edward hated the thought of waking her, even if it was nearly seven and they both needed to get up. Her skin was so warm against him, and just a brief glance out the window at the pouring rain made the air of the room feel that much cooler. He didn't even want to get out of bed, but he had a breakfast meeting with another potential client that he still needed to double check that he was prepared for before heading to the restaurant.
His kisses moved along her shoulder and then back to her neck, creeping toward her ear, where he whispered, "Baby, it's time to wake up."
Bella protested, burrowing further into the mattress, which also caused her ass to move against his morning erection. "Five more minutes."
Edward barely stifled his groan against the spot just below her ear and tightened his arm around her, securing her body against him. "Not sure I can handle five more minutes of torture." He followed his words with a thorough sampling of her shoulder, gently nipping her skin with his lips. She hummed sleepily, but otherwise did nothing to show she was willing to wake up sooner rather than later. The tips of his fingers danced down her arm, and he smirked when he noticed the tiny bumps that rose due to his touch. She was far from immune and likely very aware of him. A small shift of her hips to sit tighter against him, proved him correct. He groaned in approval, his arm tightening around her.
"I'm sleeping," she moaned softly. His laughter blew a fast, warm breath along her skin. Bella was nowhere near a morning person, and with her not needing to be in the office until after ten, she'd take every extra minute to sleep.
"Such a shame," he whispered, his fingers skimming along her side, down to the curve of her hip. A gasp caught in her throat, from his touch or the thunder that rolled above, he wasn't sure. It wasn't until her legs shifted enough to allow him access that he knew the sound was for him. "I'll be thinking of you like this, sleeping in my bed while I'm in the shower."
She stilled in his arms, huffing in what sounded like annoyance. Her shoulder lifted slightly, and she settled further into her pillow, but he caught the small smile on her lips. Fuck, he loved when she teased him, but it was time to turn the tables on her.
His arms circled around her, eliciting a whine. She laughed but it quickly turned to a moan as his cock slipped between her thighs, just teasing her. "I better get going," he hummed, pressing one last kiss to her cheek and moving away with a smile on his lips.
"Where are you going?" she asked curiously, tucking a sheet over her chest and peeking at him from behind a curtain of dark hair. "It's still early."
"I have a meeting in a couple of hours." He grabbed some boxers from his dresser. "Unless you want to join me in the shower." Her bottom lip appeared fuller, but her eyes were on his ass and still hard cock.
Her eyes closed and she hugged his pillow to her chest, as if it made a suitable replacement for him. "But it's nice and warm in here. And didn't you just take a shower last night?" There was no mistaking her teasing, catching the glimpse of her ass as the sheet rode up.
"Our activities during and after said shower have rendered another one necessary," Edward tossed back with a waggle of his eyebrows and a wink. A whimper escaped her and one of the bed pillows flew at him before she buried her face in the one under her head. "Your loss, love."
He crossed the room to press a kiss to her temple, earning another pout. It was hard not to smile at her reaction. As he walked toward the master suite, he heard the rustling of fabric behind him. He knew she'd give in eventually, and the idea of sharing a shower sent a shiver of desire through him.
He made the mistake of looking over his shoulder.
She threw the sheet away from her, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from pouncing. Lightning flashed through his bedroom windows, highlighting her beautiful body. He watched as she stretched her arms high above her head.
"Too bad," she said. A twitch at the corner of her mouth indicated how she loved to play with him, too.
"How so?" he asked, his gaze following one of her hands that drifted down her stomach. She said nothing in response, only allowed her knees to part just so. Be strong, Edward, he told himself.
"It's too bad that I'll have to take matters into my own hands," she whispered, one of her fingers circling her navel. He cocked an eyebrow as his own hand slipped down his abs. She moaned, her body twisting in the sheets. "Do I have to beg?" He grinned, tossing his boxers on the dresser and stalked toward her. His hand caught her wrist, the one that she teased him with and placed it on his shoulder.
"I don't know. You did do some begging last night, and I really liked it," he teased, his lips near her ear. She moaned softly, as a gentle roll of thunder heightened his senses. There was something sexy, sensual about making love as a storm raged outside. A crackle in the air added a thrum of energy in every touch.
"Stop teasing me, please," she murmured, angling her head away so that he could press his lips to her neck. It was an invitation he couldn't refuse, and she knew it. His mouth lingered over her pulse, which was thrumming beneath his tongue.
The low temperature of the room didn't deter them, their bodies open to each other and the cold. Hands and lips roamed freely; words lost against warm skin. She startled in his arms when a tremendous clap of thunder reverberated around the room. "I've got you," he whispered, slanting his mouth over hers. Her body melted beneath his, her arms coming around him. She looked up at him with her whiskey-gold gaze and such adoration that it drove him to whisper his love as he slowly thrust inside her.
Her lashes fluttered, a soft moan on her lips, and her thighs tightened around him. Their movements accommodated the other, their bodies already familiar. It was a slow build, time meant nothing when they were together in their intimacy. It was different from the night before, slower, deeper but no less meaningful. Foreheads pressed together, their lips inches apart, the approaching oblivion would unravel them. Nearly breathless as their holds seemed to tighten, they crashed headlong together. His mouth dipped to her neck, his deep groan tickling her skin. Spent and panting, he had enough energy to roll her on top of him.
"I have to say, that was a pretty amazing wakeup call," Bella said, laughing as Edward lightly slapped her backside. Another alarm reminded them of the time, groaning and reluctant to pull away from each other. He kissed her small pout away, caressing her skin along her back and whispering how much he loved her.
Minutes later, he left his bed to shower and get ready for his day. He looked back once again, finding Bella hugging his pillow, having already returned to dreamland. Right then, he was determined for his bed to become theirs.
