Hello Twi-HoHoHo's! What's been making me smile the past few days since I started on this story? Well, the sound of jingle bells of course, they'll never be the same for me again, joining my personal fanfiction list of corruption along with cupcakes, Hello Kitty, conference tables and unicorns. Whatever did I do before constant daily reminders of hot Edward sex??!

Anyway, enough rambling, here's Chapter 3, just for all my 'ladies' at edbrella(dot)blogspot(dot)com!

Chapter 3

My first weekend at Cullen's had passed pleasantly enough. The rest of it hadn't quite been in the same league as the first morning, but I got a definite feeling that a repeat performance might be on the cards at some point.

We'd got dressed again quickly, exchanging shy smiles each time one of us caught the other watching, which happened frequently.

He pulled a chair around to his side of the desk next to his and motioned for me to sit in it. I did, while he turned to grab some papers from the filing cabinet. Thankfully he didn't notice the smile on my face when I heard the jingle as he sat down too. Neither of us mentioned what had just happened, instead concentrating as he explained to me exactly what it was that he did for the company, and what my duties would involve. Every so often as he explained a point, he'd touch me softly on the arm or rest his hand on my thigh and my gaze would fix on his fingers, my face warming as I remembered where they'd been and what they were capable of doing to me.

After lunch in the staff cafeteria, he gave me a tour of the site, explaining enthusiastically what happened where and how it all fit into the overall workings of the operation. When he'd shown me everything there was to see, he dismissed me early, explaining that he was sure it had been a days of surprises for me and I should go home and get some rest. I just nodded mutely; unsure of exactly how I should respond to that, it was such a huge understatement. Then he surprised me again my insisting on walking me to my truck.

"Goodbye, Bella," he said as I climbed into my truck, his velvet voice making parts of me stir that should have been satisfied for a month after what he'd done to me earlier over his desk.

"Goodbye, Edward," I replied, keeping my eyes fixed on his. It was strange, I thought, but it was almost as though there were an element of sadness to the green depths that gazed back at me. "I'll see you in the morning."

He nodded and didn't move. I drew away, and looking in my rear-view mirror, I could see him standing in the same place as I drove around the corner and out of sight.

****

That evening I decided to have an early night. I'd managed to satisfy my father Charlie, with enough information about my day to stop him worrying about me, while not giving any of my new secrets about the Cullens away. As soon as I'd cleaned up after dinner Charlie asked if I minded if he headed over to his friend Billy's place to watch the game with him. I assured him that I didn't mind at all and so he went, leaving me to work through the day's events in my head, alone.

I took a quick shower, letting the hot water work at unknotting the tension in my muscles and soothe the aches from my desk-centred activities with Edward. I couldn't help thinking about what had happened. I had no idea how it had happened either, one minute we were simply returning to his office from a meeting with his father, the next he'd got me bent over his desk, filling me with his perfect, throbbing length, as his balls jingled as they slapped against me with each thrust.

It would be an amusing memory were it not for the fact that thinking about it turned me on so much. There was definitely something about the jingling that called to me in a primal way, almost as if it were drawing me to him, a beautiful sound that he made just for me.

I got dry and dressed in my pyjamas, and then I cleaned my teeth and made my way to my room. I climbed into bed and reached for my iPod, docked on the nightstand. I set it to shuffle then slid down under the covers, sighing blissfully at the comfort enveloping me.

I closed my eyes as the music began, the sound of a single xylophone tinkling out a simple melody in the introduction and then a woman's voice.

I don't want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

I don't care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree

I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas

Is you

And then they started. The jingle bells. I snorted with laughter and put my hand over my eyes as the sound reminded me of Edward. After a moment the laughter stopped and I felt something stirring deep inside me. It was that sound, the bells jangling; it was almost as though my body had instantly conditioned itself to respond to the sound. I felt a sudden gentle throb between my legs and my mind began to replay the scenes from earlier yet again. I slid one hand down under the bedclothes and touched myself through my pyjamas, unable to believe how turned I was. My body responded to my touch, my center contracting as my fingertips brushed across the fabric, pressing gently as they went. I moved my hand inside my pyjama pants now and spread my legs apart enough to allow my fingers room to work. I gasped as I touched my already swollen folds and found them slippery with my wetness. I slipped a finger easily inside myself and then out again, coating it with moisture. I slid it up to the small excited bundle of nerves and gently stroked over it. My hips moved involuntarily at the sensation, it was almost too much to bear. Almost. I moaned and began to circle it gently, the action bringing back memories of Edward doing the same thing to me earlier as his cock pumped in and out of me from behind. I thought it was impossible for me to be any more turned on, but suddenly every touch seemed even more sensitive and exquisite.

It wasn't long before my fingers had increased their speed in response to what my body wanted, moving easily across the slippery, engorged flesh. Eventually I felt the climax building and it finally crashed over me. The sensation was overwhelming and caused me to cry out, the sound muffled as my free hand had grabbed the pillow and folded it up as I came and I had automatically turned my face into it. My fingers slowed as I rode out the waves, my thighs clenched together now and hips bucking gently, until finally it ebbed away and I was still but for my gasping breaths.

Gradually my breathing slowed, my heart stopped racing and I fell into a deep sleep, my body satisfied again for the time being.

That was the first night I dreamed of Edward Cullen.

****

Sunday passed much the same as Saturday had. Well, as Saturday had once we'd fucked on his desk, got dressed and started doing some actual work.

He'd seemed ridiculously pleased to see me as he answered the knock at his office door and opened it to find me standing there. His usual assistant, Eric, had his own office down the corridor but Edward had said that he wanted me closer to him with it being the busiest time of the year and me being new to the job. When I entered his office I found that he'd had a spare desk and computer moved into his own office for me. By lunchtime I had papers spread across my desk, causing the illusion of chaos, but actually arranged into my own system.

Edward sat at his own desk, working silently, the only sound a gentle jingling whenever he stood to get something from another part of the office, or sat back down in his leather chair. Every time I heard the sound, my body responded until I thought I might have to go home for lunch to change my underwear. I tried shifting inconspicuously in my seat, trying to relieve some of the ache from the arousal I was experiencing.

Edward had just sat back down again, jingling as he did so. I sighed and shifted again, still not getting the relief I longed for from the action. I looked up and Edward was smirking at me.

"Is there something wrong, Bella?" he asked me. I blushed furiously, feeling the red flush creeping up my cheeks. I swallowed.

"No, I'm fine," I answered. His expression hadn't changed.

"You know, you really should try and keep your desk a little clearer. It has its definite advantages." His eyes twinkled and I knew that he was flirting with me. To hell with it, I thought. I straightened in my chair and eyed him carefully.

"Is that so?" I asked him. The smirk remained on his face as he replied non-verbally.

"Mm-Hmm."

"Well, Edward, maybe I like the feel of paper on my ass while I'm being fucked by my boss." I cocked an eyebrow at him and his smirk vanished.

Shit. Had I really just said that out loud? His face was even now and the sparkle had gone from his eyes. As I looked closer though I realised that it had been replaced with something far more intense; something animalistic, a want.

He stood up with a jingle and I couldn't help but gasp as the sound made my center contract hungrily. He quickly crossed his office to where my desk stood and walked around it to me. He stood in front of me and I looked up at him. He was breathing heavily as he reached down for my hand and pulled me to my feet. I was wearing a skirt today; I'd thought it more suitable for my new role. He reached down with both hands and grabbed the hem, pushing it up my thighs. As he revealed my stocking tops and suspenders he gasped roughly and looked into my eyes, the desire completely undisguised now as his gaze burned into mine. He looked down again and with his hands still tangled between my skirt and my legs, he gently stroked his thumbs across the stocking tops. His hands moved again then, pushing my skirt up, over my behind so it bunched above my hips. My panties were virtually non-existent, a small scrap of lace which he hooked his thumbs around and drew down my legs to my feet, where I stepped out of them. I was panting with anticipation now. He placed his hands on my waist and picked me up, planting me on top of one of the piles of papers on my desk and then unzipping his pants and pulling them down enough to release himself.

He was more glorious than I remembered, standing there, his silky smooth, yet mouth-wateringly hard cock pointing straight at me. I whimpered and he wrapped his hands around the tops of my calves and pulled me across the desk toward him, sending a flurry of papers to the ground as he did so. I heard a crackling as he shifted his feet, crumpling the papers below him. I couldn't bring myself to care though, because now he was leaning toward me, his lips about to meet mine. We kissed long and hard, becoming more frantic. Just as I was beginning to decide that I was going to have to take some action to give my wetness the attention it was screaming out for, he slid one hand down from my back onto my behind and pulled it forward, stopping when the tip of his cock touched my entrance. With a groan he pushed himself inside my folds with a jingle. I moaned at the sound, I decided his balls were on some kind of direct frequency link with my clit. Each time Edward thrust into me, causing the jingle, my clit pulsed deliciously. I clung onto his shoulders as we moved together, sometimes kissing, sometimes too overcome by the sensations to do anything but grit our teeth or moan.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, squeezing him closer to me in an attempt to drive him deeper. He gasped loudly as my heels dug into his ass, but it wasn't a gasp of displeasure, I could tell that by the way his eyes rolled up.

This was even better than the day before had been. I hadn't thought that possible, but I'd never known pleasure like this before.

As the jingling increased, so did the effect it had on me. I came hard, my muscles clenching tightly around him, sucking him deeper inside, then releasing briefly and pulling him in tightly again. I cried out and twisted my hands in his hair, then he was cumming too, his perfect face frowning as he fought to keep his eyes open and locked on mine. He grunted and groaned and I'd never heard a more beautiful sound in my life, knowing that I was making him feel this way, repaying him for the amazing things he'd made me feel too.

We slowly released each other and I was still shaking from the intensity of my orgasm. He took my hand and helped me off the desk, laughing at the sheet of paper that was stuck to my ass, and peeling it off for me. He put it on my desk, on top of what was most definitely chaos now, zipped his pants back up with a faint jingle and ran a hand through his untidy bronze hair. I pulled my skirt down and straightened it, looking around for my panties but unable to see much of the floor for paper.

Edward glanced up at the clock on the wall.

"I have to go to a meeting now, Bella. While I'm gone I want you to clear all this mess up." He gestured to the papers on the desk and the floor. I felt a flash of anger at his attitude given what had just happened between us. Before I could respond he leaned forward, tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and whispered to me.

"More importantly, while you're clearing them up I want you to think about how they got there." I felt my stomach flip then he kissed me on the cheek, collected a folder from his filing cabinet and headed for the door.

"Oh, I will, jingle balls," I said to his retreating figure. He turned, smiled and then pulled the door open and left the room, the sound of jingling fading and the disappearing as the door closed behind him.

A/N: Well, I wasn't expecting that to happen!

Would you like your own Elfward with Jingle Balls or would they drive you mad do you think?

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