Disclaimer: I don't own any part of the Twilight world, I do however enjoy seeing Miss Swan and Mr. Black squirm a bit.

A.N: Sorry it took longer than I expected. RL sucks ass. Hope you enjoy. As always, if you aren't 18, I'd appreciate it if you'd get the hell off my page cause I don't need the LU breathing down my neck about underage readers being corrupted by this story. It's rated M for a reason. See you at the bottom. -km3-

I walked the few feet to my office and started pacing around. My cock was so fucking hard, I wasn't sure how long the zipper was going to be able to hold him in. He wanted out, and he didn't want to wait.

The way Miss Swan grabbed me in the copy room almost made me bust a nut right there. I'm glad I didn't though, because it would have made me look like I couldn't hang, and if there was something I was sure of, it was that I could hang better than Ron Jeremy.

I finally sat down at my desk and and grabbed my dick through my pants, rubbing it to get some sort of friction going on down there. I knew I wouldn't have long because Miss Swan was supposed to be coming in.

I rubbed myself a few more minutes before I figured she wasn't coming in right away. She was probably embarrassed, seeing as I just got a full view of her dripping wet pussy between those creamy thighs. When I saw her leg hitched up on the arm of that chair and her panties down around her ankles, I couldn't even remember my God damn name.

As much as I would have loved to have dropped my pants and pound into her right there, I knew I couldn't. She was an employee, and there was no way in hell I was going to get caught with my pants down.

I unzipped my pants and groaned as I wrapped my hand around my shaft. I began to pump myself while I leaned my head back against my chair and closed my eyes. Bella had starred in every single one of my fantasies since I left her house in Phoenix, and today was no different.

I had almost blown my load when my door open softly and someone knocked softly. My eyes flew open and I scooted up to my desk so whoever it was wouldn't see me jerking my meat. I tried as fast as I could to rearrange myself and straighten my clothes.

"Come in," I said after clearing my throat. I hoped whoever it was hadn't heard me, otherwise that would just be awkward for us both.

Miss Swan pushed the door open further and peeked in, quirking an eyebrow at me while wearing a slight smirk on her face.

God, she heard me. Shit.

Well, at least I didn't say her name.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Black?" She asked as she smoothed down the front of her shirt and skirt. I watched her hands as they slid around to her ass.

Man, I'd love to grab that ass. I wonder if she'd let me fit my dick in there...

I really had to stop. There was no way I could continue working with this woman if I kept thinking shit like that.

"Mr. Black?" she called me, sounding slightly annoyed.

"Oh, yes, shut the door and sit down for a moment, please Miss Swan."

She turned and slowly pushed the door until it clicked into place. Mmm, that ass is so perky and round. It looks just like an apple. I'd give my left nut if I could just bite it one time...

Okay, maybe not my left nut, but still, I'd love to feel her ass sitting in my hands, or on my lap, or on my cock. She finally sat down at a chair across from me and crossed her arms over her chest, obstructing my view of her gorgeous tits. If I had to guess, I'd say she was a C-cup, but that's just me guessing. I wouldn't mind getting my hands on those, too.

"Miss Swan, it has come to my attention that there are things going on this office that need to be addressed as of now." I cleared my throat and handed her a file that contained the sexual harassment policy and some forms for her to go over.

She opened it up and looked slightly confused. "What is this about? Are you filing something against me? You grabbed me first, remember?" She stood up and slammed the file down on my desk.

She was so fucking hot when she was pissed off, but she was starting to yell and I can't stand for women to yell. Unless it's in a different scenario...say...in my bed, screaming my name.

"Miss Swan, that's not exactly what I meant." I tried to explain, but she was leaving no room for that.

"Well what the hell did you mean Mr. Black? You think you can hump my ass and then just hand me a file about sexual harassment? I mean, yeah, you're hot as hell, and any woman would be dumber than shit not to want to fuck you, but you grabbed me, remember! Yes, I may have reached back, but you have a lot of fucking nerve to-"

"BELLA!" I cut her off. I slammed my hands down on the desk in front of me and stood to emphasize what I was saying. She huffed and walked over to the couch against the far wall and took a seat, placing her head in her hands. Her legs were slightly parted and if I looked hard enough, I could see her freshly changed pair of panties.

"I never said it was for you. I need you to look over the paperwork and give me your opinion. I need to know if we should follow up with this situation more thoroughly, or if it's a bogus accusation because he dumped her. If you feel we need to look into it more, then I'll send it over to HR. But for now, I'd like to hear what you think. If you have a problem doing this, you might be in the wrong profession. We're in the business of being problem solvers, and I need this solved now." I spoke to her very slowly in a low voice.

I liked Miss Swan because she wasn't scared to stand her ground as well as work out problems. She really was good as what she did, even if the reason I hired her was more of a favor to someone else back home.

"Oh. So it wasn't about that thing in there?" Her nose wrinkled a little bit.

"No." I raised an eyebrow at her, daring her to say more about it. She was a feisty little thing most of the time, but I loved watching her squirm.

"Well, okay then. I'll go over it as soon as I get a chance. I wanted to ask you about something else also. Umm, the couch in my office..."

"What about it?"

"I was wondering how I would go about getting a new one." She leaned forward and placed her hands down on the coffee table in front of her, giving me a perfect view of those perky breasts of hers. I suppressed a groan and glanced back at the papers on my desk before she caught me ogling her chest again.

"Why would you need a new couch? That one isn't even a year old." I chanced a glance back at her and couldn't pull my gaze away. She was pushing her boobs together with her arms, and they were about to pop out of her shirt. Holy hell, was I fucked.

"Well, it seems that some not-so-good things have happened on that couch, and I would really hate for clients to catch something off of it." I was a little unsure of what she was talking about, but if what Emily had mentioned to me about Paul was true, she would definitely need a new couch.

"Is there anything physically wrong with the couch?" I would give in and get her a new one, our budget was higher this quarter, but I wanted her to beg for it. I knew nothing would ever come from this, but it was fun to watch her.

"Umm, yeah there is actually. There's a big gash in the middle of the cushion. I don't think it reflects well on us if our furniture looks like crap to our clients." She shrugged her shoulders and gave me a small smile. Her lips would look so hot wrapped around my cock.

Annnd, I was hard again. Good thing I got myself back in my pants before she came in.

"I thought everything looked damn good when I was in your office earlier, care to show me?" I quirked an eyebrow at her.

Her eyes widened and she made a whimpering sound. She shook her head slightly and looked down at the carpet. A light rose colored blush spread across her face before she stood.

"Sure, you want to see it now?" Oh, if you only knew how bad.

"As much as I would love to, we need to go over the Evans file again." She looked somewhat disappointed, but there wasn't much I could do about it. Part of me wanted to take her right here and now, on the floor or on my desk, or with her ass pressed against the wall of windows that looks out over Seattle.

She sat back down and I joined her over on the couch after trying to discreetly readjust myself. She was looking away from me, so it wasn't that hard to do. I sat in the middle while she sat to my right side, slightly brushing her breasts on my arm every so often.

Her knees would occasionally brush against mine, causing me to stay rock hard. Every once in a while I could catch a glimpse down her shirt, but it didn't last too long because she stood to leave. We had been working so late, we barely realized the office was almost completely empty. I guess time flies when you're fantasizing about the woman next to you.

I tried to think of things that would make me go soft. I tried to revive the image of Dad and Sue Clearwater going at it in his wheelchair. Yeah, that worked a charm.

As I brought myself under control, Bella got to her feet, brushing her hand against my thigh ever so slightly.

"Well, Mr. Black, I'll leave you to review that file. I'm going to go back to my office and...take care of some business." Oh, sweet Lord I wanted to help her do that!

She crossed to my desk and picked up the file on sexual harassment, tucked it under her arm, and slid a shit eating grin at me before walking out of my office.

I sat on the couch for about two seconds before getting up and following her to the office. I don't know what came over me, but I was more than willing at the moment to help her with whatever business she had to take care of. The thought kept occurring to me that I was about to completely violate my personal policy of not getting involved with employees, but I couldn't really find it in me to care.

Obviously, I wasn't thinking with the head upstairs. I hurried down the hall and almost knocked her over when I ran into her back. She was standing in her doorway, staring into her office. I wasn't sure what the hell she stopped for, but it became very apparent what the problem was when I heard Leah moan.

"Oh yeah, right there. Harder dammit! Oh...GOD Paul!"

I looked into the office and saw Paul pounding into Leah from behind as her tits bounced with every one of his thrusts. On the couch.

Now what Bella had told me made complete sense. I would have to get her a new couch now. Tomorrow.

Bella just stood there, completely engrossed in what was going on in front of her. Her hand slowly rose to her chest where she began to slowly rub her boob.

I thought about standing there and watching her play with herself, but was brought back to the present situation when I heard Paul telling Leah, "That's it Leah, take it like the bitch you are."

They didn't notice anyone was watching them until I grabbed them both by the hair and tried my damnedest not to touch their naked bodies. I sure as hell did not want anything Paul had to transfer to me.

They were complaining and yelling for me to let them go, and Leah was shouting something about getting Paul's nuts off her shoulder, but there was no way in hell that they were getting away with this shit.

I dragged them out of Bella's office and offered her an apologetic smile. These two were really going to get it for getting in the way of what Mr. Black, Jr. wanted at the moment.

"You're getting that new couch immediately. I'll order it first thing in the morning. Can you please grab their clothes and bring them to my office?" I asked Bella as I pushed those two horn-dogs down the hall and into my office, shutting the door behind us.

~o0o~

I was in the gym running on the treadmill, trying to relieve some of the frustration I had bottled up inside. I was having a hard time trying to figure out if I wanted to keep Leah working here or send her to work for Old Quil in Los Angeles.

Leah was an awesome employee and very smart, so I wasn't sure why in the hell she got involved with Paul in the first place. As much as I needed her around, I needed Paul more. He was my right hand man and did everything I asked of him. As sad as it was to admit, Leah was expendable; Paul wasn't. At least not at the moment.

I had suspended them both for a week, and it had only been three days since the incident. Paul was supposed to stop by today and pick up some client files he would need for next week.

I looked up to find Miss Swan looking down at me from the third floor catwalk. She was biting on her lip and that little action didn't help relieve my frustration any. I knew she watched me work out every day at lunch, but I had been oblivious to her presence until Paul pointed it out to me a few weeks ago.

Nothing had happened between me and Miss Swan since that day in the copy room, which I have to say was a good thing for my self-control. Or near lack of. She still wore her skirts tight and her shirts unbuttoned until her boobs almost popped out. I still looked at them hopefully, wishing they would fall into my hands if I were close enough. But I hadn't been that close to her since the copy room.

"Hey boss man, what are you doing? Checking out that nice little piece of white meat up there?" Paul walked into the fitness center with a thuggish swagger.

Bella blushed and walked away with a pissed off look on her face. Part of me was hoping that she was pissed because she couldn't watch me anymore, but I think it still had to do with Paul banging Leah on her couch.

I looked down at him, noticing that he seemed completely unaffected by what happened a few days ago.

"The files are on your desk. Go get them and then get out of here. I'm not going to allow anything to keep you here longer than necessary, so shake a leg." I turned off the treadmill and grabbed the towel that was hanging close by to wipe the sweat from the back of my neck.

"Chill out douche, I was just fuckin' with ya. I'm just grabbing my stuff and then I'm out. I don't really see what the problem is anyway, it's not like you two haven't been eye-fucking each other since she got here. You might want to hurry up and do something with that piece of ass before someone else does. There are other guys in the office who would like a crack at her, you know." He placed his hand on his chest and bowed like he was some sort of gentlemen. Ha. Gentlemen my ass. More like the ass end of a horse that is ass deep in a pile of shit.

Okay, maybe not that bad, but still. What he did was shitty, seeing as he was one of the head people here at Alpha PR.

Paul left and went upstairs to get his stuff while I began my work out on the bench press. I still couldn't get Miss Swan out of my head. I really wanted her wrapped around my dick, but I couldn't have her there, so I had to work off the frustration somehow. I couldn't rub one out at the moment because we had clients in and out all day.

After fifty reps on the bench press, I decided to go back up to the office and get cleaned up. I had some paperwork to go over before I had to meet with Senator Evans. I went into my personal restroom and took a quick shower. Cold, of course. My showers were always cold these days. When I came out, I readjusted my tie and looked over the file to re-familiarize myself with the situation.

That's when I realized that part of the file was missing , and I was almost certain that Miss Swan had what I needed. In more ways than one.

I walked down to her office, but she wasn't in there, so I decided to wait for her. I really needed the rest of that file. She had gotten her new couch in the previous day, so I decided to try it out for her. I grabbed a plastic fishie off of her desk. She had a collection of toys on her desk that consisted of a rubber duck, a worm, a penguin, and now a fish. I wasn't sure what her obsession was with rubber tub toys, but I had to admit, they were kinda cute. I squeezed the fishie, and it made me jump a bit when it started to vibrate.

I sat down on the couch with the fishie in hand. Laying my head on the arm of the couch, and stretching out, I squeezed the fishie and found that it stays on if you squeeze the middle hard enough. Miss Swan seemed to be taking her time with whatever she was doing, so I decided to use her fishie to see if I could get rid of the tightening I was feeling in my hamstring.

The vibrations from the fishie went straight to my groin and I was instantly hard again. I closed my eyes and let thoughts of Bella sucking me into her mouth while she hummed fill my brain.

She was running her tongue along the length of my shaft and circling the head before sinking me deep in her throat. I groaned as she slid back up, hollowing out her cheeks and popping off the top. She took my cock in her mouth again, flipping her tongue back and forth while she twisted her head from side to side.

"Mmm, yeah..." I groaned out as she cupped my balls i her hand, and gently squeezed them.

"What the fuck are you doing with my fishie?" Miss Swan closed the door with a loud thud and stood before me, looking slightly pissed and almost embarrassed.

I jumped up and opened my eyes, dropping the damn vibrating fish to the floor. When I looked at Miss Swan, she had her eyebrow raised, but my attention was quickly drawn to the way her thighs squeezed together, before sweeping back up to look at her face again. She moaned while sucking her bottom lip into her mouth and biting down on it.

"Miss Swan, I was just waiting for you to come back. I found the fish, and...it vibrates and...what the hell are all of these toys?" I asked standing up and placing the fishie back on her desk.

"Those toys, are just that. Toys. My toys." Her cheeks flushed a bright red as she looked at the wall behind me.

After a few seconds of trying to figure out what the hell she meant, it dawned on me. Toys on her desk that vibrate, an employee who always seems hot and bothered, hides in her office and makes numerous amounts of trips to the bathroom with her purse.

Bella was relieving herself. Here in my office building.

Yeah, she just became that much hotter, and I became that much harder.

What was Chevy's old slogan? Like a rock. Yeah, that was me.

I didn't know what to say to her, but dammit it to hell if I didn't feel like a fucking teenager with raging hormones again whenever I was around this woman. I just wanted to get my dipstick wet, maybe check her lube with it. If I had the senses of a canine, I could probably smell how aroused she was.

Even though I couldn't smell her, the way she was standing with her thighs pressed together told me she was wet. Because of me.

My body began acting on its own and I moved over to her, placing a finger under her chin. She looked up at me with those fuck-me eyes and licked her lips. That was all the invitation I needed to do what I did next. What I'd been wanting to do since I met her.

I leaned down and sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, grabbing her ass firmly in both hands. God, the feel of that tight ass of hers was more than I ever imagined. It was firm, but cushioned.

She placed her hands on my biceps and lifted her left leg to my hip. My right hand grabbed the back of her knee as I lifted her off of the floor and carried her over to her desk, never breaking the kiss. I pushed the papers out of the way and sat her on the edge. She wrapped her legs around me, digging the heels of her stilettos into my ass.

Her hands roamed over my chest as she ground her hips into mine. Mr. Black, Jr. was more than willing to help her out with gaining friction, but I couldn't find it in me to remove my hands from the backs of her thighs to set him free.

My hips matched hers grind for grind, and she let out a very loud moan into my mouth. "Oh, Jake."

Jake? Damn, this woman almost had me blowing my load with the way that she said my name.

My tongue slid against hers and tasted every part of her that I could at the moment. A small voice in the back of my head was telling me that what I was doing was wrong, but a bigger part was telling that part to shut the fuck up and jump off a cliff.

I began to inch her skirt upward when someone decided to knock on the door to her office. Whoever it was better have a damn good reason for interrupting me!

A/N: Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed some of his POV for once. As always, let me know what you think. If you care to know, I tweet, follow my random ranting if you'd like. The name is the same on there like it is everywhere else. (kennedymommy3) Check out Jacob Black ~N~Pack. It's awesome over there, but we do get a little crazy. Also, find me over on http:/teamfireice(dot)blogpost(dot)com. There are four other awesome ladies and one awesome unicorn (hands off he belongs to my dear friend E) over there that would love to hear from yall. And, I think I'm done. Thanks for reading this fuckery. -km3-