A/N: OH SHIT! I'M NOT DEAD! Heeeey, I am sooo so sorry for the long wait. My excuse limit expired two weeks ago. I've been horrible and neglecting my child. Forgive me.

Now, before you dive into this I want to let you know that I decided to cut some scenes from this because I felt like it would flow as well. It ends rather abruptly, but know this: Erin got chyo back.

Chill?

Stylin.

Thanks to my wooooonderful Beta, Birdee, for being so amazing.

OKAYGO

Bella

Several weeks had gone by, during which Ryan and I didn't talk more than professionally acceptable. I gave him his assignment. he asked me a few clarifying questions, I answered indifferently, he flashed a forced confident smile, and I gave him a tight head nod.

Day in. Day out.

We didn't joke around anymore. Ryan didn't barge into my office screaming Weezer's "Say it Ain't So" lyrics with a dramatic kick of his leg. He didn't invite me on random coffee runs to PJ's at five in the afternoon. We didn't have our late night Chinese and beer nights where we claimed we were watching horror for work, but really we were feeding our insane blood lusts.

Nothing.

Silence was holding us together.

Day in. Day out.

I would be lying blatantly if I said this had no lasting effect on me. I felt like I had ingested five rusted razors, all of which were lodged near my pancreas. I had a permanent haze over me because he was the only true outlet for my morbid humor. Edward encouraged it, but he still didn't get it like Ryan did. He didn't play along like Ryan.

My best friend of five years has been giving me a frigid upper lip ever since the last day of the horror convention, and I couldn't place what crawled up his tight asshole and died exactly.

Something big, apparently.

I missed my big brother.

I sighed and stared at the paper below me detailing Quentin Tarantino's next project. With Britney Spears as a lead. It was a remake of a classic sixties movie.

Way to sell out, Quen.

Just as I was about to slice through this horrible excuse of a movie production, my phone began to scream COOL BEANS at me repeatedly.

I think my face expanded 10 feet and somewhere God was shining his golden rays into my small, dinky office.

"Hellooo?" I sang into my phone, embracing my inner alto.

"Permission to seduce my wonderful editor of a girlfriend at a luxurious lunch at the local Subway on 59th?" a velvety voice crooned from the other line.

"Oh my god, why are you so romantic? Stop it, my heart can't still!" I trilled into the phone and shoved the article away from me.

It could wait.

I heard a faint knock against the glass window of my office door and smiled. I dropped the paper clip I had been wielding into a Z with a light plink. My heart began to hammer relentlessly against my rib cage. I felt like I had just finished an eight mile marathon.

He was here.

I smoothed down my frizzy hair quickly-thank you smog-and rolled my shoulders back, making sure my boobs were sticking out at the right angle, and then sauntered up to my door. I swung it open lazily and revealed Edward leaning against the door frame, one arm supporting his weight against the frame, the other holding what looked like our delicious sandwiches. His sea-green eyes were dark and ominous.

"Hey Ed-" I started to say in my sexy-voice, but Edward's lips collided roughly with mine before I could spit out my simple sentence. His teeth clanked against my teeth painfully.

"Ow," I muttered against Edward's insistent lips, trying to kiss back but could only muster half the passion with my two front teeth throbbing painfully. Edward shut the door with a with his left foot and pressed me up against the wall next to it.

"Sorry," he rumbled between wet, lingering kisses. He swept his tongue over my lips, then parted them with the tip of his tongue and dove inside. I moaned in approval, completely forgetting my teeth.

"Is your office sound proof?" he rasped as he grabbed my hips roughly and forced them to meet his. My stomach exploded with an erotic fire, and I was suddenly itching for my pants to magically disappear.

"No," I answered breathlessly as I wound my arms tightly around his neck.

He chuckled against the soft skin between my neck and collar bone.

"Well," he began as he nipped at my collar bone, eliciting a quiet yelp from me, "I guess you need to be quiet then."

Before I could comprehend what he meant by that, Edward's hand dove directly into my pants, disregarding my underwear and began to stroke me up and down in long sensual strokes with two fingers.

A shriek-like moan escaped my straining lips.

"Shit!" Edward laughed with wide eyes. He clapped a hand against my mouth and then kissed my forehead still shaking from his giggles. "Seriously, you need to be quiet or else I can't do this with a straight face."

"Oh yeah?" I growled through the quakes of pleasure raking through my body. I forced his hand from my mouth and glared at him with a blaze of determination. "I'll give you a fucking straight face." I dragged my right hand down Edward's pecs and gently cupped his balls, making sure to squeeze just enough to make his eyes pop.

They did. And it was coupled by a growl.

"Seriously, you need to be quiet or I can't do this with a straight face," I admonished smugly as I stroked him up and down over the fabric of his pants. A hand stopped my sensual movement abruptly.

"God, you never want this to be sweet, do you?" Edward barked against my lips then slid his tongue into my mouth, showing he was dominating now. I gladly submitted.

I felt his hands cup my ass against him and then felt the cool wood of my desk. I heard my laptop topple to the floor, but I couldn't seem to care. I was too focused on every pore within me vibrating and exploding with the sensations Edward had coursing through my body as his lips made a very thorough examination of my neck.

He slowly began to inch off my Texas Chainsaw Massacre shirt with teasing, feather-light finger tips. I huffed in frustration and wiggled against him.

I was basically in the most delicious pain of my life, and he had the audacity to take his time?

"Where in the fuck did you get the idea that it was okay to take this slow, Cullen? I need you in me. Now," I roared through clenched teeth as my hold on the passion igniting within me combusted into a charred mess. Edward backed up slightly, his lips bruised from our rough kissing. I smiled maliciously.

No more games. No more waiting.

I pulled his Pixies shirt completely off him with the nimbleness of a moose. Edward stared at me for a few seconds, amusement and lust coloring his features.

"You are an amazing woman, Isabella. Just try not to rip off my nipple the next time you attempt to de-clothe me." He unzipped his pants, not bothering to push them down, just slipped himself through his boxers and held himself triumphantly with a look of, is this what you want? I glared at his smirking lips and bucked up against him, relishing the delicious shiver of pleasure working its way down my spine. After Edward gathered himself from my little hip roll, he focused back on the task at hand, eyes dark and teeth bared.

He ripped my pants open and leaned down against me, teasingly shoving the head of his erection against my entrance. My body reacted with a pleasure-induced jerk.

I sucked in air through my teeth, and he went to work on my nipples.

"Yeah?" I began as I remembered his last comment before things became hot again. I needed to think of something witty, but the fact that this beautiful specimen was sucking on my bra and worshiping my stomach with his hands made me forget where I was.

Oh god…laving. Sucking-no suckling. Oh god, is he suckling my breasts. I think they are quivering. Can breasts quiver, apparently they can because mine are. Oh my god, my breasts are vibrating.

My spine contorted, and I felt myself lean into Edward's mouth. I wanted that vibrating feeling all the fuck over me.

Holy shit, his tongue is a tool of the Gods. Swirling. Suckling…

I felt open air touch a damp spot of my bra and I inwardly wretched.

"Then stop spitting up my god damn bras. I have to wash them every other night. Every time we have sex, it's like you just have to have them covered. What the fu-ooh, yes." I moaned loudly. Edward began to inch himself into me slowly, successfully stopping my ode to spit soaked bras. I stared up and took in Edward as he filled me to the hilt. God, I loved this man.

"Try to not be such a sex addict, and we'll talk. Plus, you love it when I do that," Edward purred against my right boob as he began to push and retreat in and out of me in swift, hard thrusts. I could feel the curtain drape around my office shielding us from the outside world. All I could feel was Edward. All I could see was Edward. And I kind of hated his guts for that comment, but I ignored it and lost myself in the wonderful sensation of being full.

Content.

I buried my face into his neck and he quickened the pace, both of us grunting in satisfaction as his entry became slicker and slicker.

I could almost hear the mechanical groan as both our walls broke down, exposing us to the other.

I loved it. He was the only man I had ever met that had the ability to accomplish such a difficult feat.

"God, I love you so much, Isabella," Edward hissed through his groans, raw emotion filling his strong tone. His neck tilted back and I could see the tendons there straining against his perfect skin. I traced them lovingly as I watched the love of my life lose himself to the beautiful oblivion. His mouth hung open in a gentle o shape, and I was about to answer but stopped dead. My vocal chords refused to work. Dread, like a dull knife, plunged deep into my stomach.

I could recognize those heavy foot falls anywhere. Ryan had the gayest 'pissed-bitch' walk ever.

And he was heading straight for my door.

Shit. Shitshitshitshit. Fuck me, Fuck me.

"Fuck me!" I trilled in a quiet whisper.

"Oh fuck, I am love…" Edward answered, too lost to understand my verbal warning.

I attempted to push his undulating body off mine, but as I began to, Edward hit that spot that makes my toes curl and I froze. Fear and pleasure stunned me like venom.

The knob turned.

Fuck, knock much?

Edward began to slam into me. His hands were on either side of my head, holding us both up as he pounded into me harshly. He was mumbling incoherently and kissing my neck, biting my ear.

The door glass rattled loudly as it was shoved open, and I saw the tips of Ryan's spiked hair peek through. He was reading an article.

I closed my eyes, bracing for impact.

Both figuratively and literally. I was close. Too close. Edward plowing ruthlessly did nothing to help my situation.

Tension began to fill my stomach, and by some miracle, my body began to move on its on accord. My back arched and my legs wrapped around Edward's waist as the burning in my lower stomach began to course through my veins, igniting my entire body.

"Bella, I just had a question about the article you gave me…" Ryan trailed off. I couldn't hear him though. It was like I was in an air-locked tube and everything around me was muffled.

In the distance, the sound of papers fluttering to the ground graced my acute sense of hearing. My head dipped back as a white light blinded me, and I felt myself being pushed over the edge.

"Oh, fuck me-" I heard Ryan gasp before he beat feet out of my office, closing the door with an earth-shattering bang.

XXXX

"-and then…" I began but paused. Mortification froze my blood.

Rose released a perfectly formed curl from her grasp, then picked up another piece of hair to wrap around her curling iron.

"And then what? Damn it, don't leave us ha-Bella, stop moving or you're going to look like the pill lady from SNL," Rose admonished and slapped my hands away from my face.

Alice bounced off the tips of her toes and dove her fingers into her short, spiky hair and shook violently to give it that perfect flip.

"Yeah, don't leave us hanging! Edward sounds like a fucking manic in bed, because, I mean…damn," Alice trailed off with dreamy eyes as she imagined my encounter in the office today.

I glared at her smiling face and blushed for the millionth time.

"So…?" Rose asked as she dropped the piece of hair she curled then bent down to look at me.

"Ryanwalkedinandthingswenttoshit," I mumbled and buried my face into my hands once again.

Alice's jaw dropped and she ran over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "One more time for the jury?"

I dropped my hands and closed my eyes. I took in a deep, shaky breath.

"Ryan walked in and things went to shit," I repeated in a more conventional tone. Rose's eyes popped. Alice's grip on my shoulder tightened.

"Holy shit," Rose mused.

"Holy shit," Alice muttered.

"Holy fucking shit," I agreed.

"Wow…um," Alice began and rubbed her forehead. "Wow."

"Did Edward notice?" Rose asked as she knelt in front of me. A laugh busted through my pursed lips before I could stop it.

"No," I answered, dropping my hands. "He doesn't even know we were walked in on. I don't blame him, the sex was really good."

"Wow," Alice repeated.

"Got any other words of wisdom there, Alice?" I asked sarcastically and got up from my sitting position to slide on my skinny jeans.

"Why did Ryan walk in?" Rose asked. Apparently she'll be the detective for the night. She helped me pull off my ratty white tank top, and forced a teal halter over my head.

"I don't know," I moaned miserably. It was muffled by the ethereal fabric. "I think I heard him mention something about an article before he witnessed Edward and me dancing."

Alice took the opportunity to speak up with a snort. I shot her a death glare. "What?"

"We aren't high school freshman, Bella. And you're a writer. You couldn't come up with a better adjective?" She laughed and walked to my floor length mirror to check her ensemble. She smoothed the front of her green baby doll dress.

"Eat me," I shot back creatively.

"Oh, no," Alice sing-songed. "I believe Edward takes care of that,"

Rose cackled loudly as I pounced on Alice brandishing a pillow.

Through my third blow to Alice's head, my phone began to chime "Lady" by Styxx.

I stopped mid-blow.

"Holy shit," I mumbled and stared at my phone in confusion.