The Twilight Twenty-Five

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Prompt # 11 Photo: Worth Fighting For

Pen Name: capitalab

Pairing: Edward / Bella

Rating: M

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Performance reviews.

They're the worst part of my job. Everyone is the same. They only want the raise, never the responsibility. I tell them all the same thing.

"Anything you truly want must be worth fighting for."

Bella Swan drives me insane. She's the only one who puts up a solid performance quarter after quarter. I get tired of trying to find ways to pick her apart. With her perfect attendance, high sales numbers, personality, and that delicious yet unattainable ass, I remain torn between giving her the promotion she deserves and doing something to get myself fired.

"You wanted to see me, Mister Cullen?"

"Miss Swan, have a seat." I debate asking her to shut the door, but by the time I've decided, she's already comfortably seated. I move out from behind my desk to do it myself.

Bella's teeth rake her bottom lip. It's obvious she's nervous, and my stern facade does little to ease her anxiety. Once I'm back in my chair, I pick up the phone and dial my slutty secretary's extension.

"Jessica, I'm going to need you to hold my calls until I'm done with Miss Swan. Understood?"

I don't allow her time to acknowledge my request. The phone is already back on its receiver and I'm staring at Miss Swan as if I were a lion and she were my unlucky lamb. I flash her a smile, hoping that maybe it will ease her fear.

"Am I getting fired?" she asks. I fight the urge to laugh. What could my highest performing subordinate possibly do to warrant termination? And where did this guilty conscious come from?

I decide to string her along for a little bit. "No, Bella, but I won't lie and say that we aren't here to talk about your performance."

I bite my cheek. Her face falls. "Please, let me know what I'm doing wrong so I can fix it."

"It's not a matter of what you're doing wrong, per say. Your numbers are higher than any other sales representative in the company. You consistently score above and beyond on customer service satisfaction surveys, and the last time you called in sick was in 2008."

She asked the obvious. "So what's the problem then?"

"Well, I do have an open position to fill."

"Really?"

"Yes. I need someone I can trust, and you've demonstrated your ability to commit and see things through. As I always say, anything you truly want must be worth fighting for. How hard are you willing to fight, Miss Swan?"

"Hard. Please, Mister Cullen."

I offer up a smile. Her words can be so easily misinterpreted, but so can mine. I know I have her exactly where I want her.

Well, maybe not exactly where I wanted her...

"For the last time, please call me Edward."

She looks me straight in the eye. "I'll do anything, Edward."

I loosen my tie. My office isn't usually so hot. Then again, I typically don't have a beautiful woman begging for my approval either. "Anything?"

"Anything," she repeats with emphasis.

I stand up again, walking back over to the door. Bella watches my every move, and our eyes meet when I quietly slide the lock into its upright position. I can hear some shitty rock band blaring from Jessica's desk. She isn't supposed to listen to music, but as long as it drowns out my indiscretions I figure I can turn a blind eye. I gauge Bella's reaction to my bold move, and pray she doesn't run for HR screaming. She wets her lips with a quick swipe of her tongue, and my dick immediately reacts. I move towards her, stopping inches away from the cheap Ikea chair where she sits.

"Well, there is one area of performance I've yet to evaluate."

My hands drift to my belt before Bella takes the initiative and unbuckles it for me. "Rest assured, Mister Cullen, you will not be disappointed."

She unbuttons my khakis, and my knees are already weak. I can't remember a time when I've ever been this aroused, and she's not even naked. "Take your top off," I command.

As she complies, I push my boxers down far enough to allow my dick to spring free. Her eyes widen as I begin to stroke myself at the sight of her partially opened blouse and lacy black bra. She quickly finishes removing the top and brushes my hand out of the way. "I'll take care of it," she assures me.

"I don't like to be kept waiting," I warn.

Her svelte fingers wrap around my length, and she leans forward to place a single kiss on the tip of my dick. Hooded eyes look up at me and she teases, "Is that so, Mister Cullen?"

I thrust into her grip, causing my dick to brush against her lips again. "Should I add insubordination to your file?"

Her second kiss doesn't last much longer than the first, and I'm moments away from forcing myself into her mouth when she finally opens wide for me. I barely catch myself as my knees buckle. "Fuck," I hiss.

She takes me deep before pulling all the way out. "As I recall, sir, you've been the one admiring me from a distance over the past five years."

With a swirl of her tongue, she takes me in again. My palms are sweaty from all of the anticipation as I move them to grip the back of her head. I watch as her head continues to bob. Each motion brings me one step closer to the brink, and I know I'm on the verge of blowing my load down my sexy subordinate's throat.

"Do you swallow, baby?" I ask. "Fuck, I hope so."

Just when I feel like I can't hold on any longer, cold air hits my wet skin. Bella looks unapologetic.

"What the fuck?"

"What kind of candidate would I be for this promotion if I didn't display my negotiating skills?"

Shit. I'd almost forgotten the game we were playing. She isn't doing this because she's into me. She simply wants a better job with more money and less hours. Bella is a single mom. Some asshole knocked her up during a one night stand a couple of years back, and yet she's allowing me to exploit her again. My dick starts to soften as I force myself to disconnect from the situation, and I consider turning myself into HR as soon as she leaves.

She stands and shimmies her panties to the ground. "I want you to fuck me on top of your desk, Edward."

My dick betrays me by springing back to attention as Bella crawls onto the mahogany tabletop. Her legs are spread wide and her skirt is pulled up far enough to leave nothing to my imagination. I'm torn between taking the high road and pounding the fuck out of her.

"Bella," I say softly.

"Please," she begs. I see a faint hint of sadness in her eyes, and I wonder if it's because she's still trying to win my approval. Her hands reach for my long fingers, and she allows me to feel the wetness between her legs. I become impossibly harder. Her tone turns harsh. "Don't you want to milk this for all it's worth? Maybe we should invite Jessica in here, too. You can take both of the office sluts at the same time."

"What? I don't think you're a slut!"

"Save it, Mister Cullen. Do you want to fuck me or not?"

"I don't even have a condom."

"I'm on birth control, asshole. I'm not stupid enough to make that mistake twice."

"We don't have to take it that far. The promotion is already yours."

"You're unbelievable! Do you even find me attractive? Or have I been fooling myself all these years?"

My jaw drops. "Of course I do! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"It's been a long time since I've felt wanted, Mister Cullen. I'm sorry I fooled myself into thinking you still might."

She slides off the desk and onto her knees, eager to finish me off one way or another. I still can't fathom her reasoning, but my dick is too far gone to care. She doesn't suck for long before I've cleared everything off the desk and lifted her on top of it again.

Our lips crash together for the first time as I push into her tight muff. It takes me a few thrusts to make it all the way in, and I'm rewarded with the sweetest moan. She begins to unbutton my shirt, and I finally remove her sexy bra. Her perky tits bounce every time I pound into her, and Bella begs me to go deeper.

I'm already sensitive from the blow job, but I'm determined to last until she gets hers. It's the least I can do for the humiliation I've put her through. Our lips continue to worship each other, and I reach between us to flick her clit. I feel her twitch around me, and I know she's close.

"Come on, baby. You've got it," I encourage. "God, you're such a good fuck."

I slam into her harder to emphasize my point, and she begins to tremble. The way she constricts around my dick sends me over the edge too, and I spill my seed deep inside of her. I kiss her as many times as she allows me to. I know I have no right to do it, but I can't help myself.

"So, how did I do?" she asks, gathering the few discarded articles of clothing from the floor.

I scoff, zipping my pants. "Like you have to ask."

"Is the job really mine?"

"Yeah, but Bella... it was yours even if you didn't do all of that shit."

She rolls her eyes. "Now you tell me."

"Wh—"

I'm hurt. She notices before I can articulate an actual response. "I'm kidding, Mister Cullen."

"How many times do I have to tell you?"

She rolls her eyes. "I know. It's Edward."

"You know, you're not my subordinate anymore."

"And?"

"Company policy only prohibits interoffice dating between subordinates and superiors."

"You actually want to date me," she concludes. I can tell she's skeptical.

"I've always wanted to date you, Bella."

"Bull shit. No one wants to date me. Not now, at least. Maybe two years ago, before—"

"I still want to date you. Having a kid doesn't change that."

I've got my hand on her waist, and our bodies are inches away from each other. I kiss her forehead and whisper how important it is for Aiden to have a strong father figure in his life—not some nameless low-life like the guy who got Bella drunk at a club. She provides me with a small smile, and I know I've won her over.

"Fine. Be at my house at six tonight. I'll re-introduce you to my son, and if the night goes okay we'll take it from there."

My lips meet hers with fervency, and I excitedly promise I won't let her down.

"Oh, and Mister Cullen?"

"Yes, Bella."

"I do hope you know my standards are very high. I'll be looking forward to your performance review."