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A big thank you to my beta Lynette- aka: TheUnderStudy for all of her help so far! Her support and love of the story helps me keep on writing each and every day!

To all the readers and reviewers, you guys are awesome! I am so happy to see the story gather more and more interest with each chapter posted!

Now, here is the much anticipated conclusion to Edward and Bella's date! I left you all with a bit of a tease last week- so I hope this makes up for that!

Enjoy!

Chapter 8

BPOV

As I walk away, I briefly turn back to see Edward stunned with his mouth hanging open. I giggle and give the doorman a high five and a wink as he allows me in.

I normally don't act so bold with a man, and certainly not on a first date. Perhaps it's the champagne talking, or maybe it's the fact that I haven't gotten laid in over six months that has me being so forward. I shrug to myself; I don't really want to think about all of that right now. I just want to enjoy the rest of my night.

I want to enjoy Edward.

Just then I feel his muscular arms wrap around my waist, his nose nuzzling my hair. "Where do you think you're going, little lady?" He asks, kissing and nibbling on my neck.

The only response I give him is the tilting of my head to give him better access.

"Seems someone is enjoying herself," he whispers.

"Hmmmmm... I am. That feels so good, Edward, but I know something that feels better," I whisper. "But we have to get to your room first, because I don't think the other guests want to watch me suck your cock dry in the middle of the lobby."

I hear his groan as he tightens his arms around my waist, pulling me back against his already stiff member. "Little girl, I hope you can handle what I've got for you."

Hurriedly he pulls me into the elevator, pushing the button to his floor repeatedly, as if that will make the doors close faster. As soon they shut, he gently shoves me up against the wall and claims my mouth with his, kissing me as if he's a dying man taking his last breath.

"Ungh, Isabella, I want you so bad," he says, pressing his erection into my exposed thigh. "You see what you do to me? I'm so hard, baby. And it's all for you." He kisses me again, this time with more passion than need.

"Ahem." We turn our heads to the sound and realize we've made it to our floor; a hotel employee is standing at the open doors, waiting for use to disentangle ourselves and exit the lift.

Laughing at our getting caught, Edward takes my hand and leads me to a set of double doors at the end of the hall. "Music Suite" is inscribed on the plaque next to the door. How appropriate, I think briefly before being ushered inside the grand room.

"Welcome to my temporary home, Isabella," Edward tells me. "My place needs work, so I've been staying here."

"Wow, Edward," I tell him, walking farther in to take a closer look. "This room is amazing! It totally suits you."

It's true, it does. The room is appropriately named. There is music memorabilia all over the place. There are autographed photos and records of some of music history's greatest artists, ranging from the likes of Frank Sinatra and Etta James to Brett Michaels and Jon Bon Jovi. It's the guitar that's displayed on the corner shelf, by the wall of windows looking out over Seattle that catches my attention.

"Is that… is that what I think it is?" I ask incredulously, taking a step to get a good look at it.

"Um, I don't know? What do you think it is?" he asks, coming up behind me, placing a gentle kiss on my shoulder.

"That, Edward, is a guitar that was played by Pete Townshend of The Who."

"Are you sure? How do you know that?"

"Well, first of all, we work in the same industry, Edward. Just because you're the boss, and I'm your assistant doesn't mean I don't know anything about the world of music," I turn and quirk an eyebrow at him. "Secondly, I read the plaque underneath."

He laughs briefly, and kisses me lightly on the lips. "Silly Isabella, I have no doubt in my mind that you know just as much about the world of music as I do. Perhaps even more."

"I studied music history in college you know. It was my minor. I've always loved music. I started playing piano when I was four and guitar when I was ten. It's always been a nice escape for me," I admit to him sheepishly as I hang my head.

"Hey now, none of that," he gently lifts my head up with a finger under my chin. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Music tends to be an escape for me as well."

Not wanting to get into too much detail about my musical abilities, and definitely not wanting to spill the Victoria secret, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him fervently. My hands weave into his hair, pulling him closer to me as I gently nip at his bottom lip.

"Mmmm, Bella…," he whispers as he opens his mouth for me. Our tongues meet and dance together in a passionate kiss. It isn't enough though; I need to feel more of him.

Gliding my hands over his chest, I gently push his tuxedo jacket over his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. I move to the bowtie next, quickly untying it and draping it over the guitar before moving to his buttons.

Edward's breath hitches as I get the first few undone and my hands touch his bare chest. "Let me help you," he grunts, as he grabs his shirt in both hands and rips it open the rest of the way, buttons scattering across the room, as he sheds it from his body.

Looks like you're not the only one desperate for some action.

He kisses me again as my hands trail all over his chest and back. My eyes follow my hands. His body looks and feels amazing, but I still want more.

Edward smiles against my lips and kisses me one last time before taking a step back and doing a little spin. "Like what you see?" he says cockily.

"Uh huh, I do, but I'd like to see even more," I say as I reach out for the waistband of his pants.

My actions are blocked by his hand. "Would you now?" he asks. He doesn't wait for my answer though; he just unbuttons his pants and pushes them down his long legs, along with his boxer briefs. He kicks them off into a corner and is now standing completely naked in front of me.

Jesus Christ, he's fucking beautiful.

His body could have been carved of stone; it was so perfectly sculpted. My gaze travels from the tips of his toes, up his strong legs, perfect six pack abs and chiseled chest and then back down his inked left arm until it rests on his rock hard dick. Instinctively, I lick my lips.

His hands twitch and he takes a step towards me. His lust filled eyes are zeroed in on the straps of my dress. I put a hand to his naked chest to stop him. I can tell what he's about to do by the evil glint in his eye. He plans to make good on his promise to rip the dress off of me. While that would be fucking amazing, I can't bring myself to let him physically rip the gorgeous gown that my two best friends made for me.

Plus Alice will kill you if he did.

Yeah, that too.

Slowly I remove my arms from the straps of my dress. I can see the hunger in his eyes as I push the dress down and finally off of my body, leaving me standing in a simple black G-string and my silver heels.

Edward wastes no time in pulling my body to his and holding me closely, shoving his erection into my thigh. "Tsk tsk, Isabella, you're over dressed," he tells me as he rubs my ass and kisses my shoulder. His thumbs hook under the string of my panties and he slowly kisses me from my shoulder all the way down to my belly button. I moan loudly as his tongue flicks my nipple on its decent.

He smiles into my stomach as he sinks to his knees and continues his journey south. This time he kisses and licks down my stomach, my hips, down my thighs and all the way to my feet. His hands pull the tiny pair of underwear down, in the wake of his lips. I place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as he lifts first one leg, then the other, in order to fully remove the offending garment.

"The heels can stay," he says as he leaves open mouthed kisses up my left leg, moving to the inside of my thigh as he gets closer to my wet center. He wastes no time diving in.

"Oh God, Edward," I moan as he slowly licks at my folds. My hands move from his shoulders and into his hair. Partly so that I don't fall down, but mostly so I can keep his head between my legs.

He gently flicks my clit with his tongue and inserts a finger deep into my core. "You are so wet for me, and you taste so fucking good," he breathes, never stopping his movements.

My hands grip his hair tighter as he moves his lips, tongue and finger faster. I shamelessly buck my hips into his face in my desperation for release.

"Mmmm, baby girl wants to come," he says and takes my clit fully into his mouth.

"GOD! YES! Make me come, please!" I yell. My insides are burning for release.

With a grunt he shoves in a second finger and furiously pumps into me. With one final flick of his tongue, I am sent over the edge, screaming his name as I ride wave after wave of my high.

Once the tremors have subsided, Edward removes his fingers and sits back on his heels. I sink down to the floor in front of him and grab his hand and place his fingers in my mouth, sucking my juices off him.

"Shit, Isabella, that's so fucking hot!" His eyes glaze over and his cock twitches slightly, begging for attention.

"Oh, you think your fingers in my mouth are hot?" I ask. I laugh as he nods his head. "I can think of something else in there that would be hotter."

I grasp his length in my hands and stroke it slowly. I keep rubbing up and down, palming the head on the upstrokes, squeezing the base on the way down. He whimpers lightly after a few moments.

"This just doesn't seem fair, now does it?" I purr in his ear. "You made me feel so good, can I repay the favor, Sir?"

His eyes darken with lust and I have my answer. Gently I push him back to lie on the floor. Leaning forward, I place a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock, my tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum. "Mmmm, so fucking delicious." I moan before taking his entire length in my eager mouth.

EPOV

Shit! Now it's my turn to grasp her hair to keep her between my legs.

"Damn, Isabella, your mouth feels so fucking good," I grunt as I guide her head at the pace I like.

She smiles around my cock and looks into my eyes. "It's so fucking hot when you look in my eyes as I fuck your face," I tell her and she hums in appreciation, the sensation going straight to my balls.

Removing me from her mouth, she licks up and down the shaft. "I've never tasted anything so yummy before. You taste so sweet, Edward, and a little spicy too," she says. Then she takes me in so deep I can feel myself hitting the back of her throat.

Ffffffuuuucccckkkkk.

And I'm done.

My orgasm is on the edge of its precarious cliff. I know I'm going to come any second now. "Isabella…" I moan. She takes me in deep again, kneading my balls with her hand.

"FUCK!" I pump my dick in her mouth as I tumble over the edge and shoot my load down her throat. She continues sucking until she's satisfied that every last drop has been swallowed.

Lifting her head up, she daintily wipes the corner of her mouth with her finger. "So fucking good, Edward," she sighs and lies down beside me. I immediately pull her to me, kissing her hard.

"That was the best fucking blow job I've ever had," I truthfully tell her, and kiss her again. "You feel free to do that any fucking time you feel like it."

I dive for her lips again, rolling on top of her naked body. I can already feel my erection coming back to life.

God, I can't get enough of this woman!

My hand kneads her breast as I continue to explore her mouth with my tongue. Her hands roam all over my body, gliding through my hair, caressing my shoulders and back and finally grabbing at my ass, trying to pull my body even closer to hers.

I kiss my way down her chin and neck down to her perfectly shaped right breast, gently sucking the nipple into my lips. I swear my already hard cock got even harder when I heard her moan at the contact. I take my time, getting to know her breast with my mouth before I move to greet her other one. I can't be ignoring the left one now can I? I gently bite down on the pebbled nub before licking the small mark I left away.

I could lick her all damn night long and never tire of her squirms, moans or her taste!

My hands roam lower down her body until I can palm her wet hot pussy. She's already dripping wet for me again. We moan together as I slip a single finger into her easily, pumping in and out a few times, before I take place it in my mouth to taste her juices once more.

"You're so wet and ready for me, Isabella. If it's alright with you, I am going to fuck you now." I position my cock at her wet entrance.

I'm just about to enter her when I hear, "Edward, stop..."

What the fuck?

Immediately I move to get off her body. It pains me to do so, but the lady said stop. I may have been called an asshole that uses women, but I sure as shit never made them do anything they didn't want to do. The last thing I want to do is force myself on Isabella.

"Edward, wait," she speaks again, placing one hand on my ass and one on my back to still me. "That didn't come out right."

I shoot her a confused look, but stay where I'm at.

"I appreciate you stopping at the first sign of the word, but shit, Edward, you could have let me finish what I was trying to say," she giggles at me and squeezes my ass. "I don't want to stop where this is going, but I do…"

With a grunt and push she manages to roll us both, straddling me in the process. My eyes widen in surprise briefly, before the lust takes them over again.

"I want to be in control. You are the boss man every other day, but now, it's my turn," she says, as she sinks onto my cock. We moan in unison.

"Ugghh, you're so tight, Isabella, so tight," I rasp, grasping onto her hips to keep her still for a moment. I'd really hate it if this didn't last more than a few minutes.

"It's all you, big boy," she hums as she starts rocking herself along my length. "So. Fucking. BIG!"

Damn straight it is!

Watching her ride me I lose the ability to give a damn if this lasted long or not. She looks fucking amazing, hands in her hair, head thrown back as she bounces up and down on top of me, chanting my name and something about a cowboy. I tighten the hold on her hips and thrust up to meet her.

"That's it baby! Make me your fucking cowboy," I slap her ass, "ride me, ride me HARD!"

"Soooo goooood, Edward…" she moans. "So, fucking GOOD!"

Just then her walls explode, sending waves of heat along my shaft as her orgasm hits. "That's it baby, uungh!" Watching her buck wildly is almost enough to send me plummeting over the edge with her. I thrust up into one more time and am overtaken by my own release, shooting my seed deep into her.

"BELLA!" I call out her name over and over, as she milks every last drop from me.

I wrap my arms around her sweaty body as she collapses on top of me, a panting mess. She kisses and licks at my throat. "That was the best sex I've ever had," she quietly confesses as her breathing returns to normal.

"Me too, baby, me too," I tell her, as I lightly stroke her long tresses.

We stay still for a few more moments, breathing quietly and absorbing the events that had just taken place. Neither quite ready to move just yet.

To be honest, even though we're lying on the floor, I am quite content where I am at. I've just had mind blowing sex with one of the most beautiful women I've ever met, and she managed to get me off not once, but twice, all within an hour.

Yeah, she gets a gold star in my book.

With a groan, Isabella lifts herself off me, gasping as my dick, which is still semi-hard by the way, exits her body.

I know Isabella, I know. I don't want you to get up either.

I reach to pull her back down to me, but she shakes her head. "I need to go clean up a bit," she says, bending to pick up my dress shirt and heading towards the bedroom and into the restroom.

As I wait for her to come back I think about how incredibly lucky I am right now. Never, in all of my twenty seven years, did I think I would feel this way. I never I would be capable of letting someone get so close.

I've always been kind of closed off and kept to myself. We moved around quite a bit when I was young. My mother was a well-known concert pianist and she would often work with one orchestra or another for a year or so at a time. She taught me to play piano starting at age three. When I was older, I took up other instruments as well. First it was the violin, then the saxophone. When I got into middle school, I took up guitar. I was good at what I did, but at the same time, my music took up a lot of my time. I never really took the time to make many friends. I never saw the point, knowing we would be moving within a year or so. Besides, my music kept me pretty busy.

During that time, I never really allowed myself to get close to anyone, not even when I went away to college. I never had close friends, and certainly never had girlfriends. Don't get me wrong, I had plenty of women. Music nerd or not, I still had game. I dated a few women in college, but never for more than a month at a time, and never did I call any of them my girlfriend. On top of that, I didn't kiss them on the lips either, nor did I allow them to sleep in my bed. They didn't seem to mind. I never had the desire to kiss anyone on the lips before, until this afternoon when Isabella and I practically attacked each other at the office.

I don't even know how that happened. One second I see her rushing from the elevator, the next she's crashing into me, again. Then all of the sudden we were kissing. And I didn't mind that one little bit. In fact, I never wanted to stop kissing her.

I want her to be mine. All mine.

I am startled out of my thoughts by a cold hand on my shoulder. "Edward? Are you okay? You're just staring off into space," Isabella says, as she kneels down in front of me. She places her palm on my cheek.

"I'm good, Bella, I'm good," I smile back at her and turn my head to kiss the hand on my face.

"Come on, let's go to bed," I say, finding that I want to share the bed with her. And while this should scare me, I can't honestly say it does.

She holds her hands out to me and helps me stand. I notice she's wearing my dress shirt. Most of the buttons are missing, but it's not torn like I thought it had been. The hem barely covers her ass and it's turning me on again…big time.

I follow her into the bedroom, fully intending of ripping the shirt of her body now, but stop when I see her yawn wide. I can't help but smile. She's so damn cute. I decide to let her get her sleep; we always have tomorrow.

At least I hope we do.

We pull the covers back and get into the king size bed. I wonder briefly if I will feel awkward with her sleeping next to me.

As I settle into my pillows, Isabella scoots over and snuggles into my side. I can't help but put my arm around her and allow her to settle her head on my shoulder. It feels like the most natural position in the world. She drapes her small arm over my chest and we both fall asleep.

BPOV

I look at myself in the mirror of beautifully decorated bathroom. My hair is a tattered mess, make-up is smudged under my eyes and my entire body is slightly flushed. I could be the poster child for mind-blowing sex.

I take care of my business and put on Edward's shirt, buttoning it as best as I can. I can't help but to pull the collar up to my nose and inhale deeply. It has that woodsy, fresh scent that is all man, all him. I smile at the thought of taking the shirt with me when I go home. It'll make a nice new pillowcase.

I panic slightly at the thought of going home. I've never done anything like this before. I mean, yeah, I've had sex before, but never on a first date, and certainly never with my boss. I've also not been in this particular situation, having sex with someone who isn't defined as a boyfriend. I have no clue if I'm supposed to stay, or if he expects me to leave.

I hope he wants me to stay!

Sighing to myself, I wash my face and try to smooth down the mess that is my hair. I give up after a few minutes; it'll just have to do. I rinse my mouth out with some Scope I see on the counter and then wash my hands. Taking one last glance in the mirror, I slowly walk out.

I was shocked to see that the bedroom was empty; I suppose part of me had expected him to come to the bed, but he's not there and it seems the whole suite is quiet. I tiptoe back into the living area, not really knowing what I'd find, though I suspected he may have fallen asleep on the floor.

I don't find a sleeping Edward though. He's still on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, hands behind his head. He seems lost in thought, and has a slightly pained look contorting the beautiful features of his face.

"Edward?" I call out when I'm close. When he doesn't move or respond, I kneel down to him and place my hand on his shoulder and try again.

"Edward? Are you okay? You're just staring off into space." I gently say, placing a hand on his cheek.

He startles slightly, but tells me he's good and suggests going to bed. Once we're there I can't help but snuggle up to him. He's so warm and smells so good.

Briefly I wonder if I'm making the biggest mistake of my life. He is my boss after all. I have no clue what the company policy is on interoffice dating, but I'm sure our relationship would be frowned upon. Hell, I don't even know if what this is. Is it just a date that ended in hot sex? Is it the beginning of something more? Does Edward think it was a mistake?

As I place my head on his shoulder and put my arm over his chest, I lose the ability to really care about any of those thoughts. This feels too good, and I just want to enjoy it for as long as I can. Mistake or not, right here and right now, this feels right. I let that thought drift through my subconscious as I fall into a deep slumber.

End Notes:

Yay! They did the dirty! Hope you all liked it! I must admit, I have been worried about how this chapter turned out! We also get inside Edward's head a little more, seeing a little bit of what makes him tick. We'll see a little bit more into Bella's mind as well soon, and we'll also see Victoria return in a few chapters. But, for now we're going to let Edward and Bella have some time together!

I am going to be trying to update every Friday! So far, so good! The beta already has the next two chapters, so mark your calendars!

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