Chapter six
Edward won the case three weeks later, at the end of September. The whole sixteenth floor celebrated to the win for a whole day, Phil being very generous and buying everyone champagne and cake to fill the day.
No matter where one turned, there were people there and everyone was slightly tipsy by noon, much to Bella's delight. Bella herself took it easy as alcohol had never been high on the list over things she enjoyed. Besides, she had promised Edward that she wasn't going to have sex with him again and because she rarely drank, she had a tendency to lose all of her inhibitions quiet quickly when she consumed alcohol.
Fucking Edward with everyone on the floor crowding every inch, fucking Edward didn't seem like the best idea.
Though, it was hard as he looked very smart, sexy and handsome in a dark grey suit with matching west over a black shirt, open at the top, no tie, and showing off glimpses of his tanned chest.
The past three weeks had been, for Bella, exhausting. She had spent more time at the office than in her own apartment and her bed and been untouched for those three full weeks as her couch had been favored simply because she fell asleep on it before she managed to move to the bed.
To top it all off, whenever she slept, she dreamt of Edward and every time they had been together. Her dreams were haunted with his taut, muscular body, dark green eyes and sensual lips.
As she stayed to water and coffee, Bella watched Sherry flirt like a mad man on a mission with Phil. It was clear that the woman didn't handle alcohol much better than Bella but Phil didn't seem to mind as he lapped up all the attention Sherry was giving him.
"Come with me," Bella stiffened as she felt Edward's warm breath fan over the exposed skin of her neck.
"Why?"
"Because I want to talk with you," she could hear his smile in his voice and she knew there wouldn't be much talking if she went with him, but oh, she wanted to, badly.
"Edward!" Bella almost groaned when she heard Phil's voice call out and she felt a sudden urge to hit something as Phil walked over to them. "Lee is on the phone and would like to know how the hell you managed to knock Johnson down of his pedestal," Phil laughed as he downed the rest of his champagne and over his shoulder, Bella could see a very sullen looking Sherry nurse her own glass.
"I would love to tell him," Edward laughed and Bella understood that she was missing a joke somewhere, "But I was just asking Bella to have a few words with her."
"Kid, you heard him: your boss wants to talk with you so you better do as he say," Phil smiled and walked away from them, getting his glass refilled.
"Come," Edward demanded as soon Phil was gone.
"I'm not a dog you know," Bella snapped as Edward took hold of her elbow and steered her in the direction of his office.
"I know or I wouldn't find you enjoyable as I do," Edward grinned as he closed the door and locked it.
As she heard the lock click into place, Bella found that she didn't care and she threw herself at Edward. She kissed him hard as she fumbled with his belt buckle and she happily let him take control of his own pants when she couldn't get the damn belt off.
"People can hear us," Bella realized when her own high moan surprised her.
"The room is soundproof: no one will ever find out," he smirked as he pulled her skirt up, bunching it up around her waist before roughly removing her lace panties: perfectly matching dark blue, making her skin look like porcelain.
There was nothing soft about the sex. It was hard and rough up against the door. Edward grunted as Bella moaned, the sound of skin against skin filling the room, mixing with their moans and grunts.
And Edward dominated the whole act, telling Bella to lift her arms over her head, lifting a leg and wrap it around his waist and commanding her to come, which she did as soon as he pinched her clit.
"I hate the fact that I can't deny that it was good," Bella breathed when Edward pulled out and straightened his clothing.
"And I love the fact that you can't control yourself," Edward smirked and Bella felt the sudden urge to slap him silly, then fuck him silly.
"Don't read into it," Bella snapped at him as she fixed her clothes. With her head held high and her mind and body satisfied, Bella left his office, no one in the office any wiser about what had just happened behind the closed door.
Hours later, Bella finally left the office after helping a hangover Sherry with the cleaning so the cleaning company that cleared the office every night wasn't left with too much to do.
With it being a Friday, Bella was glad to remember that she didn't have to turn up at the office early the next morning and she relished the thought of sleeping in in her own bed, the soft and warm covers protecting her from the chill that was settling in the air for the coming month, October.
Heading straight for her favorite sushi restaurant, Bella walked briskly in her high heels, cursing herself for forgetting to bring her sensible shoes that morning as she rushed out the door.
The heels were her favorite ones and they were far more comfortable than any other heels she owned, but after wearing them for twelve hours, they were starting to pinch her feet in all the wrong places.
"Order for Swan," she told the girl as she entered the restaurant and sent her a grateful smile when the girl quickly scurried away to check on her order
"Bella." Her back stiffened as she heard the voice from behind her and Bella spent a few seconds composing herself before turning towards Edward with half a smile.
"Edward."
"You're eating here as well?" he asked politely but she could see a smirk playing on his lips as he gave her a once over, remembering their little lustful tryst earlier. "Meeting a client?" she could hear his distaste in his voice and for a second, Bella wanted to pretend that was just what she was doing, just to rub it into his face.
"No, take out." Just then, the girl came back with her dinner in a bag.
"Wait for me and we can eat together: it's not like your dinner can go cold."
By working his charm and sex appeal, Edward had his sushi fifteen minutes later.
"My car is just over there," gesturing toward a car, Bella's eyes landed on a sleek looking black Jaguar and she just stared at it as Edward opened the door for her.
He brought her back to his apartment and though Bella had been there before, she had been too busy to notice what it looked like. With the darkness outside, the view from the floor to ceiling windows that covered most of a wall, was to die for.
Edward's loft was nothing like the small one Bella rented. First of all, Edward owned the place, and the roof of the building. The first time Edward had brought her there, Bella had been awe from the little she had managed to see before she found herself underneath Edward, writhing in pleasure.
The whole place screamed Edward, from the large windows facing Piers Park, the cozy and modern little kitchen to the left and the large dining table in front of the view. The high ceiling had given the opportunity to make a small loft inside the loft, holding Edward's bedroom and a bathroom, a continuation from the bathroom and guestroom from underneath the wood and steal framed staircase.
The thing Bella loved most about the whole place was not the view through the large windows from Edward's bedroom, but the bookshelves that were built around the squared columns that kept the second floor from resting solely on the brick walls. They followed the columns and to get a book from the highest shelf, one would need a ladder.
And then there was the bathroom next to his bedroom. It was masculine, just like Edward, all grey, white and black, and oh, the ceiling with it's pure clear, bathing the room in sunlight on sunny days. Edward had explained to her the first time they had showered together in there, that because he owned the roof as well, no one could get up there and peek down at those using the bathroom.
Bella took a seat at the dining table and just stared at the view while Edward found plates for them. The view was amazing and Bella wished for something like that herself. She wished for an apartment like the one Edward had, one that reflected whom one were.
"You're quiet," Edward commented as he placed a plate in front of her and sat down.
"I just want to get something straight," Bella started as she served herself from the sushi she had bought. "I know I have a questionable past, a very recent past at that, but I want you to know that I never had sex with any of my clients: I was only there to make someone jealous and make them rethink their choices. That night when we met in the bar, I hadn't have sex in almost three years."
"You're telling me that you never sold sexual services?" from the look on Edward's face, Bella could tell that he didn't believe her but at least she had made it clear she had never sold sex, until him.
"Never."
"Ok." Bella stared at him, a piece of sushi lifted half way up to her mouth.
"This is how you eat," Edward said with a smirk when he lifted his eyes to her again, and he reached forward to guide her hand up to her mouth, place the sushi on her tongue and close her mouth.
"I know how to eat," Bella said harshly after she had chewed and swallowed the piece.
"Didn't look like it," Edward laughed and Bella found herself laughing with him, a warm feeling spreading in her stomach, a feeling she mistook for lust towards Edward.
"Why don't we take this little party somewhere else?" Edward suggest, his eyes hooded as he watched Bella lick her lips.
"Yes," the answer came out breathlessly as Bella pushed away from the table and rose to her feet.
"Go to my room," Edward commanded after taking a kiss from a lustfully dazed Bella and her tingly lady parts ruled her body instead of her brain.
She slipped off her heels at the table, sighing from relief when her feet finally could relax some, and walked up the steep stairs to his room, undressing as she walked.
Naked, she stood at the end of the bed and waited for Edward, almost smiling when he came around the corner of the first part of the stairs.
He looked determined and undressed as he walked closer to her, until he was standing naked in front.
"Turn around and put her hands on the railing," his voice was dark and commanding and Bella quickly followed his order, quickly glancing at his bulging muscles and the ink that covered them.
With no warning, Edward entered her with no problems, Bella's pussy slick, glistening with her own juices as she had longed to be filled by Edward's hard and hot cock.
It was hot and it was raw, the way he fucked her against the railing, pushing her hard against the wood again and again, but Bella didn't complain, not even when her legs turned into jelly and she struggled to keep herself upright after Edward thoroughly played with her clit, bringing her to climax.
She came twice before Edward released himself inside her and Bella almost fell to her knees when he pulled out and away from her, the only thing keep her on her feet being the tight grip she had on the railing that went around his room instead of walls.
"I'm not finished with you yet," he whispered in her ear when he reached around her and pried her fingers off the railing.
"How can you go again?" Bella murmured as he led her over to the bed.
"I have stamina," he smirked, squeezing her ass, "Now, get on all fours in the middle of the bed." Bella did as he told her, on shaky legs, and closed her eyes in anticipation when she felt his hands on her hips.
Again, he entered her without problems and Bella wondered if she should have felt ashamed for being so ready for him, but then she felt him at her entrance and every thought she had had, went out the window, especially as he entered her slowly.
She savored the feeling and closed her eyes in satisfaction, a soft humming of pleasure coming from her chest, like when a man growled in anger or pleasure.
"God," Bella moaned when he reached around her and grabbed, yes grabbed, hold of her right breast, pinching the nipple almost painfully, sending her over the edge again while he again played with her clit with his left hand, his trusts relentless.
All her strength disappeared and she crumbled underneath Edward, with him still inside her, but she couldn't care: her body was boneless and she couldn't move. But Edward finished with one last trust, making Bella moan deep from within her stomach, and he exploded inside of her.
For a few minutes, he stayed beside her on the bed, breathing heavily just like her and again, the wish to have him curl around her and tuck her head into his neck, and pull the covers over them, washed over her like icy cold water.
Instead, which Bella knew was for the best, he rose slowly from the bed and she watched him gather his clothes and put them on the chair next to his closet.
"See you Monday," he threw over his shoulder without looking at her as he entered the bathroom and closed the door behind himself.
Bella didn't waste any time getting dressed and quickly left the apartment. It didn't matter that she wanted for him to take care of her, not just sexually, as there were no feelings for him there, just to wish to have someone with her as she had been alone for far too long, or at least so it seemed.
As she stepped out on the street, she wrapped her coat tightly around herself as the late night September air could chill someone to the bone.
A cab arrived in front of the building, as if summoned by her thoughts, and when Bella asked if he were waiting for someone else, to her surprise he said no.
She smiled sleepily as the warmth of the cab surrounded her and when they reached her building, she paid the man and thanked him. Charming as he was, he wished her a good night and a good weekend.
