Happy VD everyone! This is a filthy little outtake for The Harder they Fall. It's another travesty, really. It has absolutely nothing to do with the story. You can completely skip it if you prefer. However, so many of you wished that Edward and Bella had gotten it on before he realized who she was…

Thanks to Kristi and Lisa, who I am lucky enough to call my betas.

Chapter 24 – Happy Valentine's Day

My plan tonight was to get laid--plain and simple. Unfortunately, things with Gianna were derailed by the cluster of girls who approached us on the dance floor.

I'd be lying if I said I was disappointed. Gianna was a fine-looking woman, but when I held her, I thought of Bella, and my body responded to my errant thoughts.

I danced with the girls for a few songs. A few others joined us, and before I knew it we had our own little dance party happening right in the middle of the club. Different girls, some I recognized, some I didn't, would dance a few beats with me before moving away to be immediately replaced by the next. It was actually fun, but exhausting, and not getting me any closer to my goal. Most these girls were barely legal and, honestly, some shouldn't even be here. As the group got larger it was easy to slip away and return to the VIP section. I continuously scanned the crowd looking for another possible plaything, but no one in particular struck me.

I climbed the stairs to find Emmett standing a table or two away from our seats craning his neck to look over the crowd.

"What's up?" I asked him.

"Don't go over there," he replied, absently.

"Over where?"

"To the table. Jasper's…busy."

I was shocked. "What?!"

"He's got some girl over there."

"Who?"

"I have no freakin' idea. She hasn't come up for air since I stumbled across them 10 minutes ago."

I strained my neck trying to see what was going on in our booth, but it was too dark and his broad back blocked my line of sight. All I could see was a pair of well-formed legs draped across his lap. She was wearing some sort of sparkly black dress and Jasper's hand was firmly ensconced under it.

Fuck. Even Jasper could find someone tonight.

"Did you see the naked girl?"

Emmett's question got my immediate attention.

"Someone got naked already? It's a little early for that level of inebriation, isn't it?" I asked, glancing at my watch. Just after eleven. "Did the bouncers take her out?"

"I think she came in naked, man. Oh! There she is!" Emmett pointed across the floor to the bar. Standing there, surrounded by a whole group of guys, was a woman just slightly shorter than Gianna was. Her incredibly long, blonde hair hung to just below her knees. She had on what had to be 4-inch heels. She wore an elaborate mask with feathers bobbing over her head…and nothing else.

Fuck! A real life Lady Godiva.

I shifted my attention to the guys near her and was surprised to recognize one of them.

"That's Jacob Black; he's the grandson of a friend of First's."

"You should see if he'll introduce you," Emmett laughed. "I want to hear all about it tomorrow. I've gotta get out of here, or I won't make it home before 12. Tell the naked lady I said, 'Hi'."

I nodded thoughtfully before telling Emmett goodnight.

"Hey, Edward, watch Jasper, okay? He's not in a good place right now. Don't let him do anything stupid."

I mumbled a quick, "Okay," but saw Emmett shake his head at my obvious distraction.

I moved slowly through the crowd in the VIP section, watching the tall blonde talking with Jacob. Body language told me she wasn't with him…yet. I slipped on my mask and made my way closer, shouldering my way through the crowd around her.

I stood before her and lowered my head to catch her eye. She was a little shorter than Gianna, but still taller than Bella. Her blonde hair draped across her body, hinting at full breasts and a narrow waist. I watched as her eyes widened in surprise behind her mask. Like so many of the other women here tonight, she recognized me.

I saw her lips form my name, but couldn't hear her over the music. I wondered briefly if she was a friend of Tanya's. Then I decided it didn't matter.

I held my hand out to her as I leaned over and spoke into her ear. "Dance with me." It wasn't a question.

She put her empty glass on the bar and placed her warm hand in mine. She leaned towards Jacob and said something. I tugged lightly on her hand. He gave her a small smile and nodded as I led her away.

As soon as we reached the dance floor I stopped and pulled her against me. I wrapped my arms around her, burrowing my hands through her hair until I touched her back. Although I knew that it was unlikely she was naked I felt a small sting of disappointment when my hands came into contact with a silky, skin-tight camisole unitard. The disappointment eased immediately, however, when she pressed her body against mine as if we had done this before.

Damn, she felt good. Unlike with Gianna, my body responded to her immediately. I slid my hands down her back and over her curvy ass, pulling her against me tightly and letting her feel exactly how much I liked her costume.

Her arms slid over my shoulders in what could only be termed a lovers' embrace. It would take no effort at all to lift her off the floor to encourage her to wrap her legs around my waist.

This girl, whoever she was, was as physically different from Bella as could be. This is what I needed. But first….

I nosed my way through her hair to her ear. "You're so fuckin' hot," I told her. I knew she heard me. I could feel the rumble in her chest as she moaned against me. I inhaled deeply. Her scent wasn't wholly unfamiliar, but different enough that I knew I hadn't been intimate with her before. I kissed her ear and sucked lightly on the lobe. She shuddered.

I moved one hand up and brushed the long hair off her shoulder, baring it. Dropping my head I placed a kiss on her exposed skin and ran my lips lightly back and forth from her neck to her shoulder and back. Her hand, which had been resting on my back, crept up until she could caress my neck. I could feel goosebumps erupt across my back.

She threaded her fingers in my hair and tugged, turning my face towards hers. I watched her eyes slide shut behind her mask as her lips parted slightly—an irresistible invitation. I captured her mouth with my own, sliding my tongue easily past her parted lips.

I could taste the alcohol she'd recently consumed along with the fruity tang of cranberry juice. Her tongue tangled with mine almost immediately. An uncontrollable moan bubbled up from my chest only to be captured by her eager mouth. The hand she didn't have tangled in my hair slid over my shoulder and down my chest. She pushed aside my jacket and grabbed my tie pulling it hard, keeping me plastered against her.

I could feel her breasts pressed against me. My right hand left her ass to slide up her side until I could graze the side of her breast. The gentle touch had my intended effect. I could feel her nipples harden against the thin fabric of my shirt. My lips slid from her mouth to her throat. I could feel the rumble there as she moaned, further inflaming my desire.

I broke off our kiss and grabbed her hand roughly. Pulling her behind me, I stalked away from the dance floor. I could see her, feel her, smell her and taste her, but I wanted to hear her, too. When she moaned into my kiss or screamed my name I wanted to hear it. I moved quickly until I felt her stumble. Slowing down, I snaked an arm around her waist. Once she was secure against my side I picked up the pace again. I took her down the hallway reserved for the offices. At this hour most of the rooms would be deserted. There was a small conference room where we had held meetings before the opening; no one would be in there tonight. If I remembered correctly, there was a low couch and a large table in the room. Either would do. Or both.

Reaching the door, I pushed it open before practically flinging the girl in. Stepping into the darkened room myself I closed the door behind me and turned the lock so we wouldn't be disturbed.

A breathy "Edward-" was all she got out before I was on her again. Plastering my mouth to hers, I walked her backwards across the small space until I had her backed up against the couch. I reached down and grabbed her behind the knees, lifting her up and pushing her back simultaneously so she plopped down, as I dropped to my knees in front of her.

I kissed her hard and rough. Whenever I moved away from her mouth she would try to say something. Our obvious connection rendered us both incoherent. She made no move to stop or escape me. Our moans filled the air and I reveled in the sound of her. I was kissing her neck when I was simply overcome; I bit down hard where her neck and shoulder met. She cried out, a sound of pleasure mixed with pain.

I couldn't wait and judging by the heat I could feel where her hips were rocking into mine, neither could she. I moved down her body, kissing the exposed swell of her breasts. Her breath caught and she let out a whimper. My hands wandered down her perfect body, along the sides of her breasts, across the flat expanse of her belly and lower, cupping her warm sex before stroking her there, gently.

"Uugghh…" she moaned and I continue to stroke her. Her hips rose and fell with my rhythm as I pressed harder, easily finding her clit through the thin material.

Her moisture was seeping from her, wetting the material of her costume. I was seized with the sudden need to see her naked. Still rocking my hand against her warm, wet sex, I raised my head to hers and captured her lips again. I pressed against her and felt her nipples, hard and insistent, pressing against the thin material of my shirt.

Her hand crept down and covered mine. Nice. Without words she set the pace she needed and I took her cues. When I was touching her exactly like she wanted her hand fell away and she became more vocal.

Her moans crescendoed and ended in a garbled exclamation. The only intelligible thing she said was my name.

Hearing it threw me into a frenzy. Suddenly, I couldn't move fast enough.

I pulled back my hand and brought it to my face, smelling her concentrated scent and tasting the dampness on my fingers. I closed my eyes briefly and sought out her face when I reopened them. Her burning eyes, barely visible through her mask were fixed on the fingers in my mouth. She leaned forward and grabbed my wrist, pulling my fingers into her own mouth.

I groaned at the sight before me.

When she had licked my hand clean, her hands flew to my crotch. She palmed my erection through my pants and rubbed me a few times. I was so ready for her that I had to grab her wrist before she made me cum in my pants. Pulling her hand away, I brushed aside her hair and slipped my fingers under the thin straps holding up her costume. Sliding them down her arms, her breasts came free of their constriction.

Unable to resist, I leaned forward and took one of the hardened peaks between my lips. Her hands twined themselves in my hair and she pulled me against her tightly, moaning her enjoyment of the sensations.

I shifted my head back and forth between her breasts, nipping and licking, while she held me close.

My hands went back to work, pulling her costume down past her waist and over her hips. She obligingly raised her ass off the couch and I pulled the skin tight costume down past her knees, leaving it for her to work her way out of.

Suddenly, she pushed me back. Her hands went to my jacket and she hastily unbuttoned it, pushing it from my shoulders. She worked the knot of my tie quickly before unbuttoning my shirt. I smiled at her eagerness. Yes, this was exactly what I needed.

She whipped the tie off from around my neck and slid it around her own. Pulling it back she used it to tie the billowing waves of her hair behind her. For the first time I could see her body unobstructed. Her heavy breasts heaved with her frantic breaths, a light sheen of sweat made her almost glow. Her tiny waist and flat stomach lay naked to me.

I finally allowed my eyes to drift to the juncture between her legs.

Time to see if the rugs matched the drapes.

I inhaled sharply at the sight of her bare pussy.

So. Fuckin'. Hot.

When my shirt was open she abandoned it and moved her hands to my belt. She quickly worked the buckle while I freed myself from both my shirt and undershirt.

She popped the button on my pants before pulling down the zipper and sliding her hand inside.

Her warm hand snaked through the opening of my boxers and grasped me firmly.

"Fuck!" I couldn't stop the exclamation from leaving my lips.

She smiled as she stroked me. She took measure and smiled hugely.

Yeah, baby.

She quickly found her rhythm, but I truly didn't want to cum into her hand.

"Wait."

She didn't listen, however, speeding up her pace with a wicked smile on her face.

"Fuck, baby. Ya' gotta stop," I begged. She released her hold only to slide her hand down to cup my balls.

Enough playtime.

I stood abruptly and shoved my pants and boxers down, stepping out of them hastily.

"Lay down," I ordered.

She complied, only to be confused when I shifted her, so her head was hanging off the seat and her legs were over the back of the couch. Falling back to my knees I buried my face between her legs, thrusting my tongue between her slick lips, searching out her swollen clit.

She moaned once before taking my conveniently placed cock in her hands. She flicked her wrist a few times before I felt the silky tip of her tongue touch me.

I moaned into her as she hummed around me. This was going to be fast and explosive.

I continued to probe her sensitive flesh, trying hard to pay attention to what she liked. However, her talented mouth was driving me to distraction. I could feel the back of her throat on the head of my cock. She slid me in and out of her mouth effortlessly. The nails of one hand grazed gently over my sack while the other grasped the base of my prick, rubbing back and forth when she pulled me out of her mouth.

"God damn!" I swore, conceding this round to her skill.

"I'm going to cum, baby," I gritted out just seconds before I shot my load. Instead of pulling away, however, she started swallowing and took in all I had.

I sat back on my heels once I could catch my breath. My dick left her mouth with a loud pop. She swung her legs down and sat in front of me.

I looked at her. She had a small smile on her face, but the shifting of her thighs let me know she wasn't done.

I grinned back at her before leaning forward and kissing her mouth. I brought my hands to her shoulder and ran my thumbs over her collarbones before dropping them lower to massage her breasts. She shuddered at my touch and my dick started to rise again.

I crushed her to me and kissed her hard. My lips moved to her neck and I bit and sucked the silky skin there. She ran her nails lightly up and down my back before moving them back to my cock.

A few firm strokes was all it took before I was straining with need once again. I reached down and slid my fingers through the lips of her soaked pussy. Thrusting gently, I entered her with two fingers. She gasped and pulled her head away from mine. I thrust into her over and over as she rocked against my hand, whimpering.

"Ooh, yes… yes…. Don't stop. God… yes…"

I listened to her words and sped up as she increased her pace.

"Yes! Yes!" She came on my hand, warm and wet. I could feel her quivering and was torn between giving her time to recover and achieving my own satisfaction.

She drooped against the back of the couch with a loud sigh.

"We're not finished yet, beautiful," I told her.

Reaching down I found my pants and pulled out my wallet. Grabbing the condom I ripped open the packet with my teeth and rolled it on.

A glance at her face let me know that she was recovered and ready. She eyed my cock speculatively and bit her lip. The action was familiar, but I brushed off my distraction.

Bending over, I kissed her neck one more time before moving to her ear, "Can you ride me, baby?" I asked. I felt, more that saw, her nod.

Rising, I sat down on the couch heavily, and pulled her to me settling her across my lap. She shifted herself and rose enough to grasp my cock and guide it into her as she sat again.

"You're so fuckin' tight," I complimented her. It wasn't a lie. Her heat was seeping into me and I groaned as she rose the first time, exposing me. I watched as I slid back into her bare pussy, the sight nearly unmanning me.

She started grinding her hips, rubbing herself on my pubic bone. She held the back of the couch for leverage and continued to rise and fall. Her head fell back, exposing the column of her throat to my eager mouth. I kissed her breasts, chest and neck as she worked her way to her orgasm.

When her movements became more insistent I concentrated hard so I wouldn't follow her over the edge. She jerked her hips once, twice, three times before crying out again.

"God, Edward… oh!"

Her pulsing walls gripped me tightly. Amazing.

She collapsed against me when she was done. Her head lolled on my shoulder and she sighed contentedly.

"You're amazing, baby," I told her, "but now it's my turn."

Gripping her body tightly, I stood, remaining in her tight pussy. I took a few steps to the large table and settled her down on the top. I nudged her back lightly and she obligingly lay down. Gripping her legs behind her knees I wrapped her leg around my waist. I gave a few short thrusts before setting my pace. I looked down and watched myself slide in and out of her. That was a bad idea. I felt myself start hurtling to the edge. I averted my eyes and looked at her face instead. Her eyes were closed behind her mask. Her hands were cupped around her neck and small noises escaped her with each thrust.

I picked up my pace, banging her harder and harder. I was quickly reaching the point of no return.

"Look at me," I ordered her.

She blinked a few times before finally focusing on my face. She kept her eyes on mine as I fucked her hard. I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Ungh!" I exploded as I thrust into her. I felt the table actually move with the force of my thrusts. Bending over, I rested my head on her soft stomach. Her hands went to my hair stroking and softly scratching my scalp.

Reluctantly, I stood. I pulled out of her slowly, hissing when I was no longer in contact with her warmth. I pulled off the condom and quickly tied a knot in it before lobbing it into a nearby trashcan. I extended my hand and helped her sit up. I bent my head down and kissed her softly.

I wanted to see her face. I pulled off my mask and flung it away from me. I slowly raised both my hands to her obviously expensive mask and gently pulled it up, taking care not to damage it while intensifying the anticipation. The feathery confection came loose easily, and I placed it on the table before turning to the girl who'd just given me the best sex of my life.

The air in my lungs came out with a whoosh as recognition of her familiar face struck me like a physical blow.

Bella.

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Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! The real chapter is done and will be posted soon.

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