JPOV

I locked my office door, about to head to my car. I was too tired to think about anything but heading home to lie in Edward's arms. In two weeks, he would be my husband and my heart…forever.

I could hardly believe it. Was this really me? Was I really this happy? Was I on the cusp of eternal bliss with the man I loved?

A part of my brain still refused to accept it. That side of me was still waiting on things to go bad or for me to wake up from this incredible dream I was having. Or there was probably that one person ready to pull the rug out from under me.

This wasn't me. It couldn't be.

Jasper Whitlock was the heir of the Whitlock fortune and stuck in the closet. He wasn't a happy guy with a drop dead gorgeous fiancé who made every inch of his body sing every time he touched him.

This wasn't me. It couldn't be.

Yet, it was.

I was Jasper Whitlock, heir to the Whitlock fortune, History professor at NYU and fiancé of Edward Masen. An incredibly gorgeous guy who loved everything about me. Who made me happier than I had ever been in my life. He was my heart.

That side of me had to shut up because Edward's existence in my life demanded it do so. I was happy and Edward and I were going to spend the rest of our lives together.

Nothing was going to ruin it.

I truly believed that. So when I turned around, about to walk away from my office door, and saw a tall, fairly attractive guy standing in front of me with a scowl on his face, I was taken aback. He was around Edward's age. Maybe he was a student, but he was no student of mine. I don't remember him from my class. I did recognize him though.

"Yes?" What did this guy want? I wanted to get home. "What is it?"

If I sounded harsh, it was because I wanted to leave. Something about this guy irked me. I couldn't put my finger on it, but the moment our eyes met, I felt angry.

He scoffed, looking me up and down. "What does he see in you?"

"Excuse me?" What the hell?

"What does Edward see in you?" he said with disdain. "He's young, sexy, and smart. I can see what you see. What you're taking advantage of. Why don't you stop playing with him so someone else can stand a chance at being with a hot guy like him?"

"What are you talking about?" I don't want to step out of place. I don't want to do something on campus I would end up regretting, but this guy was trying my patience.

I knew he was talking about Edward and I knew who this was. It was the punk who wouldn't leave my fiancé alone.

"I'm talking about you, Professor Whitlock!" He spat.

I relaxed my posture, crossing my arms across my chest with a smirk on my face. I wasn't about to let a little snotty nose idiot upset my day. The comfort of Edward's arms was calling to me. The thought of a possible romp in the bedroom after he finished up one of his assignments was a definite. A stressed out Edward was always a horny one. I also had Mercy and her safety swirling around in the back of my mind. I wanted to get her out of her current existence and living a better life. Like Edward and Tanya, I thought Mercy deserved a life away from that motherfucker using her for his gain so I had absolutely no time for this idiot.

"Lower your voice when you address me, Oliver." He looked shocked at my mention of his name but covered it quick.

"Well, I'll speak however I please, Jasper." I cocked an eyebrow at how crass he said my name. "I don't want you trying to reprimand me."

"I'm not trying, Oliver. I'm telling you to be careful how you talk to me and what you say."

"Or what?"

"You don't want the answer to that question," I said with a chuckle though I was dead serious. If he overstepped, I would take action. I wasn't going to stand for his little show. I don't know what he's trying to do. Edward and I weren't messing around. Not that it was any business of his. He was just a guy who wanted someone who wasn't interested.

Oliver laughed. "You can't do a thing to me! You can't touch me! Do you know who my family is?! I'm Oliver Sawyer of the Sawyers. My father is one of the best lawyers in the country!"

"And my family owns a majority of the shares once owned by the Sawyer Foundation. And guess who controls those shares?" I asked the little idiot.

His eyes widened in realization and he begins to shrink away from me, ready to crawl back from wherever he came. "Yes. That's right. I do. So if you say another word…"

The idiot moved to say something and I shouted as I dropped my relaxed posture for a more rigid one and began advancing on him, forcing Oliver to back into the wall behind him. I stopped in front of him when his back hit the wall.

He moved to talk and I shouted at him, making him jump. "Another word out of you, and I will buy and sell your little ass faster than you can spell 'lawyer' or 'lawsuit'! Leave Edward alone! Stay out of our business!" I dropped my voice to a threatening level as I went on, "You know nothing about us, Oliver. Do yourself a favor, focus on school. Find somebody else to bother."

I stepped back, ready to leave this idiot, but he had to be a moron.

"What if Edward can't leave me alone?" He tried to look smug but it came off as a scared little kitten cowering away from a big dog.

I smiled at him, flashing my teeth. He looked between my mouth and my face as I advanced on him again. I kept a safe distance between us. Who knows what he had planned? He could have someone recording this.

"Oliver, if I catch you near Edward again, if I hear him complaining about you again, you won't like where I take things. If you're having trouble understanding grown up talk, ask your daddy what I mean. But to simplify it for you, I'll rip that silver spoon out of your mouth and shove it up your ass if you don't leave my boyfriend alone!"

I could defend that if he was recording us. I wasn't afraid of some punk.

Oliver didn't back off.

Again, I stepped back, ready to walk away from this pointless argument, when Oliver tried to upset me further.

What was this guy learning in school?

"You've given me a great idea, Jasper. A lawsuit."

I stopped with my back to him. I was literally walking off from this deluded moron. But I had to stop and laugh.

I turned to him. He was still braced against the wall like he wanted a lot of distance between us.

Good. I was too tempted to hurt him right now.

Who did this boy think he was fucking with? "Why do you want Edward?"

I didn't need to ask. I knew his type. I have met a few of them when I was confused and looking for someone to love. They wanted what they couldn't have. And once they got it, the object of their attraction would lose their spark and they'd drop the person like yesterday's trash.

Also, as in Oliver's case, he was rich and powerful and couldn't understand why Edward would think to refuse him. And the icing on the cake…Edward was in a relationship.

"Because he's…"

"With someone else?" I provided and his eyes glitter with the truth of my words.

"I don't see what he sees in you." If I were a softer person, someone who was easily hurt by what others thought of them or the way others looked at them, I would've felt like shit because of the dirty looks Oliver was bravely trying to give me.

But like I said, he didn't know who he was fucking with. I have been through too much to make someone like Oliver Sawyer matter to me.

"It's none of your business what we see in each other," I said. "What's your business is keeping your nose out of ours."

He still tried. "I think I like the sound of a lawsuit."

I laughed again. This was too much. "On what grounds?"

He couldn't come up with anything.

"You see I would like to know so I'll know what to file my countersuit for," I said in a deadly tone. "You know what, I was through with this conversation. You've wasted enough of my time."

"You wouldn't…"

I cut him off. "You're the one who wanted to play hardball with a titan, boy." The straightness of my back and the cold tone of my voice reminded me of my parents when they wanted to close a deal with a difficult business entity. "I'll have your family choking on lawsuit after lawsuit if you cross me anymore than you already have."

Oliver's eyes held defeat though he still tried to spew nonsense. "You wouldn't try anything like that."

"Oh, I wouldn't?" I laughed. "Don't test me, boy."

I walked away, giving him time to chew on what I'd said. Just one thing. I wanted his ass to try one thing to mess with Edward or myself and I would drag him through the mud. He was overstepping his place. I had come too far to let some punk stain my happy relationship when it was on the verge of becoming better.

I went home in a rage. When I stepped through the door of our loft and slammed it shut behind me, Edward jumped out of his skin.

"Babe, what's wrong?" He chuckled.

The beauty of his caring expression, the hotness of him standing in front of me in nothing a pair of washed out jeans, a thin white t-shirt, bare footed and his glasses perched on the tip of his sexy nose, as he stood, prepared to walk over to me to see what was bothering me was too much. I dropped my things to the floor and walk right up to him, grabbing his face and attacking his lips with a fiery passion.

The 'uff' I pushed out of his throat when our mouths collided, spurred me into action. It fueled me as I began ripping his clothes off.

Edward didn't stop me or bother to ask why. He was supportive, horny and ready for anything I had in mind.

I loved this man.

We were naked and on the floor in a matter of seconds. I took him into my mouth, pleasuring him. I wanted the taste of him tainting my tongue. I wanted the scent of him drowning me into a blissful peace. I wanted to forget everything I discussed with Oliver.

While Edward tried to rip my hair out of my scalp, I moaned and sucked harder.

I didn't mind. I wanted the pain. I wanted to feel the harshness of his touch.

I nipped and sucked his cock because it was my own. It was mine to do whatever I pleased with. I fondled his balls because they were mine to play with or suck for as long or as hard as I wanted. And when I pushed him on all fours, prepared him and then buried myself into his sweetness, roaring at how good it felt to be joined with him in this way, I did so because he was mine to fuck into oblivion and it was my job to do so for as long as we lived.

I claimed Edward over and over throughout the night, only stopping for sleep and food. All thoughts of work, assignments, and talk itself went out the window.

We didn't truly talk until the next morning.

Edward was lying on my chest, making circles on my bare skin when he decided to ask what was yesterday about.

"It's not that I didn't enjoy it," he was quick to say. "I just want to know what brought it on."

I sighed because I didn't want to tell him. We had more important things to think about like our wedding, honeymoon, making sure Tanya didn't kill Jake before their baby was born, Mercy. But I wouldn't lie to Edward. We were partners. I have to learn to share my problems with him.

"I was leaving my office. I was ready to come home and bother you while you tried to work on your assignment…" He smacked my stomach and I laughed because I had done it before.

Edward was busy with homework one day, and I didn't have much doing. I was bored out of my mind so I decided to mess with him.

I think it worked out well.

I ended up with reddened ass cheeks from Edward smacking it and a very relaxed body because he let me fuck him until he passed out from exhaustion.

Edward thought my endurance during sex was unnatural.

"…when I ran into Oliver." I finished.

Edward sat up, reaching for his glasses and putting them on. God, it was too sexy. My cock sprang to life as he stared me down crossly. Didn't he know how hot it was to be caught under those green eyes gaze as they penetrated mine from behind those glasses? Wasn't he aware of the effect he had on me?

When he looked down at my growing problem and ran a hand over it before dipping his head to kissed the sheet clad tip and then licked his lips as he came up to stare me down again, I realized Edward knew exactly what he did to me.

"Tell me what happened and if I'm not too pissed at you for letting him get to you, I'll assist with this…" He ran his fingers over my sensitive head, making me hiss. "…huge problem of yours."

"I don't see why you'd be upset. I defended you." I refused to believe I did anything wrong.

Edward raised his eyebrows at me with an 'oh really' expression on his face.

"Oliver wanted me to know I was old and crusty and should leave you alone."

Edward narrowed his eyes while I could only think about grabbing him and throwing him down on the bed.

He squeezed my cock and I jumped and shouted. "Hey!"

"Focus or you're gonna have blue balls. I promise you!"

"Fine! I didn't knock his teeth out if that's what you think. I found out he was from the Sawyer family. Ronald Sawyer, his dad, is a powerful attorney. His fortune doesn't compare to either one of ours, of course, but Oliver is a rich kid who thinks he can get whatever he wants. He sees you as an easy target. It's a bonus you're in a relationship. It makes the game sweeter for him. He thinks that if he gets you to doubt me, he'll have a way in," I said in one breath. I didn't know I could achieve that while hard.

Edward climbed into my lap. He moved the sheets down my legs, exposing me to him. He took me in hand and began stroking my hardened penis. "So, you only played mind games with him, right?" He stated in a husky tone.

"Yes," I hissed, closing my eyes and arching my back to the pleasure he was creating.

"You didn't grab him and throw him into the other wall?" He languidly ran his hand down to the base of my dick and back up. He leaned down and kissed the tip then sucked the head into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down. He backed away while I willed myself to breathe.

"Look at me."

I snapped my eyes open and found Edward staring at me with the sexiest smirk on his face. "What-what are you doing?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he focused on running his hand up, swiping his thumb over the bulbous head, back and forth…back and forth…back and forth.

"Edward…" I moaned, my eyes closing involuntarily.

"You didn't answer me, love. Did you throw him into the wall and threaten him?"

"Did you want me to?" I opened my eyes and asked.

He looked at me and shrugged with that sexy smirk on his face. "Think you would've pulled a muscle, old man?"

I got up faster than he anticipated, grabbing him by his ass and lifting him off of me. I threw him down on the bed. Edward bounced and laughed at the move. "That's my old man! What are you going to do to me now, Grandpa?" He teased with a twinkle in his beautiful eyes as he ran a finger down my rippled abs.

I smiled at the move and leaned in for a kiss Edward was more than willing to deliver. Our tongues danced while our moans filled the room. Our hands roamed over each other's body. I could touch him forever. I will never tire of the feel of his velvety skin against my fingertips. I loved everything about Edward.

When we pulled away, I asked because I had to be sure. "You're not mad at me for what happened with Oliver?"

Edward grew serious with a sigh. He pulled me down into a sweet kiss and when we parted, he stared deep into my eyes and said, "As long as Oliver understands his place and backs the fuck off, I'm cool. As for you, no, I'm not mad at you. I've got a wonderful guy who loves me and is willing to stand up for me. What more could I want? You're sexy, powerful, rich, and have the tightest ass I have ever fucked."

He slapped it for good measure.

I smiled and pulled him up to me, bringing his lips to mine. It was enough talk.

Edward pulled away long enough for me to reach for the lube while he tried to remind me about what we were supposed to be doing today.

I sat back on my heels and dragged him down to middle of the bed. He gasped and moaned at the move as his legs fell open on either side of me, granting me a view of his deliciously hard cock. I dropped the lube next to him. "Edward, the only thing I care about right now is fucking you senseless. Everything else can wait."

The sexy smirk on his face and the way he bit into his bottom lip was all the answer I needed.

We were going to be extremely late.