A very big thank you to Sherry for all her help, I struggled to extend this because I have a serial killer and a bit of bikerward in my head (Long story. Next fics lol)
Once again I don't own Twilight.
Bella.
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The next day Edward took me to lunch, everything was going great and we seemed to have a lot in common. The office gossip mill had started to circulate as soon as we arrived back; all because Edward decided to smile while placing his hand on the small of my back as he guided me into the building.
That became our routine for the week. Office, lunch, and a little office rendezvous before Edward went to a meeting and I went home. Sometimes we went for dinner, but not often. He wasn't happy with the amount of work that was taking up his time and his OCD wouldn't allow him to cancel any appointments. He had deadlines that needed to be met.
There was also a new development. Mrs. Cope had found a suitable replacement; I would start in Accounting on Monday.
I haven't figured out whether that's a good or bad thing.
~CC~
It was Friday, and Edward had convinced me to go home with him after work.
It was pretty obvious where we would end up. The tension had been building all week.
I open my eyes and smile at the beautiful man hovering over me.
His crooked grin makes my heart skip a beat.
"My mouth loves your body," he says between kisses.
"My body loves your mouth," I smile.
He makes his way all the way down to my feet, making me giggle when he places light kisses up the arch of my foot.
God, how I wanted this man, I never imagined we would be here.
He runs kisses up my leg and onto my stomach, his tongue dips into my belly button, then he works his way down the other side.
I moan when he nibbles on my thigh.
"I want to put my mouth here," he slides one finger inside me. "Would you like that?" He presses his thumb on my clit.
I nod, "Oh God, so good." I grab a piece of sheet and bite it, muffling my moans.
He laughs and pulls the sheet from my mouth. "I want to hear you." I moan. "I love that sound," he adds another finger, his thumb continues to make circles.
My stomach clenches; the heat building.
"I'm so close," I pant out.
"I want to see you come, but not until I say." He moves his head towards my lower lips.
My body jerks up when he separates my folds and flicks his tongue against my clitoris. His hands grip my thighs and he lifts them up so my knees rest on his shoulders, his face is pressed tightly into me, and the heat from his mouth sucking gently pushes me closer to the edge.
"You taste incredible." He breathes against me before plunging his tongue into my center.
My body can't take anymore and my legs squeeze him closer, my back bowing as the pleasure builds, he rips his mouth away from me.
"Do not come, Isabella." I groan in frustration, but do as I'm told.
He adds another finger inside me, twisting them as he gently bites at the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Do you like that?" His breath is hot against me, pushing me closer to the edge.
"Please Edward, please." He bites me again and licks away the sting.
"Oh, Isabella, I love it when you beg." His smile is wicked.
His face lowers again and I groan in frustration.
"Come baby, let me hear you." He dives right back in, I'm panting and writhing in pleasure.
It doesn't take long for me to finally succumb to the pleasure.
He eases me back down and lays his body over me, brushing my hair away from my face.
"So beautiful," he whispers.
His fingers move over my skin slowly, gently, lovingly caressing every part he can reach.
My hand works its way between us, I grasp his hardness, and began stroking slowly. He groans and rocks into me, his mouth meeting mine in a passionate kiss.
"Stop. Please. Baby." He grabs my hand and brings it up to his lips. Placing a gentle kiss upon it.
He rises to his knees, reaching over to the nightstand to get a condom, holding his arousal in one hand, he rolls it on with the other, hissing through his clenched teeth.
Grabbing one of my legs, he drapes it over his shoulder.
He leans down, pushing my leg towards my chest.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" He whispers.
"I do." I lean in and kiss him.
He pushes into me with a deep, hard thrust, groaning out in pleasure.
My breath came out in pants as Edward plunged into me hard and fast. He gave me no time to adjust to his girth. He continued his forceful thrusting into me, licking and sucking on my neck, shoulders and breasts. No doubt marking me as his own.
"Mine." He spoke between his thrust. "My God, how did I ever resist you?" I didn't think he wanted a response, so I didn't give him one.
He brought his hand down between us, rubbing my clit in time with the pounding of his hips.
I came instantly, his name getting trapped in my throat as I writhed in pleasure.
He pulled out of me and grabbed my hips, "Turn around, and get on your hands and knees." I did as he asked, panting in excitement.
"Good girl." He kissed my ass cheek before entering me again in one swift movement.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh…"
The bed creaked as he pounds into me, my God, the sex was fantastic; he was like an animal.
"Oh… So good, harder Edward, please." His hips sped up and all of a sudden I felt his hand come down on my ass.
His groan sounded behind me. "You want this, do you, Bella? You want it harder?" He sat up, pulling me with him, making me sit on him, my back to his chest, his mouth worked on my neck.
"Tough, I want you to ride me, Bella. I want you to take what you want. If you want it hard, you better work that pretty little ass for it." I started to move, gasping as he slid deeper inside of me, so hard. I could tell he was close, his breath sped up as I bounced faster, harder. I needed him to come, my legs were getting tired. His hand came down between my legs, pinching slightly at my clit, that was all it took. I came hard, the force of my orgasm sent him over the edge with me.
We lay in a sweaty heap on his bed, our breathing was the only sound in the room. I lay staring at the ceiling a huge smile on my face.
"What are you thinking about?" I turned, and looked into his beautiful, green eyes.
"How we met and last week when you finally pulled your head out of your ass." His laugh echoes through the room, then he leans over to kiss my lips gently.
"I will be sad to see you go to Accounting. I will miss seeing your gorgeous face in my office, but I guess I will have to make do with seeing you at lunch and after work." I smile, happy that a suitable replacement had been found.
"Don't worry, there are still places we need to christen. I promise to bring you lunch whenever I can." I wink at him.
"Mmmm… elevator sex." His smile is full of promise.
"Yeah," I shiver at the thought of him pinning me to the wall of the elevator.
"Let me take you to dinner." I look at him, puzzled; he looked panicked. "I haven't even taken you on a date," he sat up looking at me wide-eyed. "We've been fucking for a week and we haven't had a date."
I laugh, "You act like we've never been out together. We've been to lunch and dinner many times Edward." I lean up and kiss his lips. "Don't worry, I'm fine."
"I'm not. I'm not fine Bella. We need to go on a date. I want you to get dressed up. I want you to feel special."
"Okay, so what time are you picking me up?" I smiled at him, and pulled the sheet down showing my breasts. "And you always make me feel special." My fingers plucked at my nipple.
His eyes never left my hand, "Is seven good?" He gulped when I palmed them, his gaze completely focused on my movements.
"Seven's good handsome."
~CC~
Dinner was great and Edward seemed to become more animated throughout the night; he was playful, attentive, and seemed so happy and relaxed. It was strange to see, but yet, heartwarming. He always seemed to carry the world on his shoulders. It was nice to see him out of his Bosshole persona.
He turns to face me, "I have an idea." His smile is blinding and he leans forward to to speak to the driver. "Take us to Cullen Enterprise." He removes his phone and sends a text.
"Edward?" He silences me with a kiss, getting me all worked up.
"Just wait."
Pulling up outside of the building, we exit the car. Edward takes my hand and practically drags me up to the main doors with him. He takes his keys out of his pocket, and he unlocks and opens one of the doors for me to enter. He enters after me, relocking the doors behind him before retaking my hand and pulling me along through the darkness towards the elevator bank.
"Edward, what are we doing here?"
"Elevator sex." He wiggles his eyebrows.
"What about Security? Isn't this place normally guarded twenty-four seven?"
"I told them I had important business to tend to, and that I needed them to exit the building for an hour." He pushes the elevator button.
"What? And they just agreed?"
"I'm the boss and I have a tendency to be a little paranoid. This isn't the first time I have requested that they leave." I gasp, and pull my hand out of his.
"Just how many women have you brought here to have sex?"
"What?... Oh no, no Bella. I meant this wasn't the first time I've asked them to leave because I had confidential work to do and wanted to be left alone." He shrugs. "It doesn't happen often, but it has happened. Sometimes I have a bad day."
I nod. I guess I could see that.
He presses the call button for the elevator. When it arrives, he steps inside, pulling me with him. His mouth meets mine in a strong, unforgiving kiss as he randomly presses a floor button to get the elevator moving. He then pushes me against the far wall. We're both furiously pulling at each others clothing. I rip his shirt open in my haste, sending its buttons flying everywhere.
"Bella." He growls as his mouth works up my neck.
"Payback." I gasp as his teeth scrape down my neck.
My dress is unzipped and pulled down from the top, trapping my arms at my side. His mouth finds my nipple as he pulls my dress up from the bottom. Groaning in frustration, he pulls back and picks me up. I automatically wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him to me.
I guess the dress is staying on.
My mouth sucks at his collarbone, no doubt leaving a mark. I hear the sound of his zipper being opened. His fingers pull my thong to one side, groaning as he feels my obvious arousal. I guess the thought of Security returning while we're having sex is a turn-on.
Lining himself up, he pushes inside of me, his mouth catches my gasp and swallows it. His hips pump forward in a strong, hard thrust, making me slide up the wall of the elevator. Because my arms are still trapped by my dress, I can only hold onto his forearms; moving in time with him. His mouth is everywhere.
Throwing my head back, I pant as his mouth meets my neck, his tongue tasting my skin. His hips don't falter their fast, strong rhythm. The only noise that can be heard is our heavy breathing, and the sound of my back squeaking from perspiration as it slides up and down the elevator wall.
I hear the elevator ding, alerting us that we've reached the top floor. How many buttons did he press?
"Oh God, Edward. So good." My nails dig into his forearms and my hips swivel in time with his thrust.
"Yeah?" ...Pant... "So good, Bella. So close." ...Thrust... "So fucking close."
"Me too." His hand slips between us, as he bends his head towards my left nipple. He presses his finger against my clit, lightly rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
"Come. Bella. Come." He speaks around my nipple, then bites lightly down on it.
I can feel the pressure building and I know I can't hold off any longer. I climax with a silent scream, my eyes screwed shut. Edwards mouth meets mine as he finds his release, his hips losing their rhythm as he comes.
Neither of us make a move to end the connection. Edward finally pulls back to look at me. "I want you to meet Carlisle and Esme." His eyes are intense, yet soft.
"I'll meet them." I speak softly, enjoying the feeling of us being connected.
"Yeah?" I nod, and his smile widens.
"Yes Edward, I would love to."
He places a couple of small kisses on my lips, "Good… because I think it's only fair that they meet the woman I plan to marry."
"What?" I gasp. Marry? We have only been together for a week. If we are even together?
"When you know, you know. Right?"
I look into his beautiful, green eyes. I guess he's right. When you know, you know.
"Okay, Bosshole." He snickers at my name for him. He wasn't offended at all when I told him. "I guess we will be getting married."
He kisses me harder, but I pull back.
"Next year." That sounds appropriate.
He nods. "We'll see."
The End.
The original O/S is next.