Subject: Edward Cullen aka The Womanizer

Chapter Thirty – A Day in the Life of Dr. Swan

Betaed by lisa89

My eyes widened, and I looked around us. There was a large black leather couch in the living room that I did not recognize. Along one side of the wall were framed black and white photographs of different male and female body parts in various forms of bondage.

"Where are we?" I asked, stilled shell-shocked and fuck if I wasn't a little turned on at the prospect of getting caught.

"Jim, is that you?" I heard someone down the hall of the apartment we were in. My breathing hitched, because I could've sworn that I recognized the voice. "I'll be out in a minute," the voice called out right before a door closed.

I returned my attention to Bella, who was laughing quietly.

"We're in Megan's apartment. You remember, the owner of the gym, and one half of the swinging couple. She would've loved to have seen us like that." She grinned as my eyes widened and I paled.

"Bella, she's fucking scary," I said seriously. "She has bigger biceps than I do."

"Then I suggest you get out of here," Bella said followed by another soft laugh. "She might be tempted to spank you."

Bella quickly sought out her dress and threw it on. She was having trouble with it, as the links kept getting caught on the dress inside. The dress wasn't even covering her ass when she gave up and started collecting my clothing.

I quickly threw on my boxers when I heard Megan coming down the hall. Bella's eyes widened, and she pushed me out the door, but wasn't able to follow me.

Then I heard Megan. "What the fuck?"

"Um…hi, Meg," Bella said, allowing the door to close completely.

I quickly threw on my shirt, despite the fact that a few buttons were missing. I leaned against the apartment door, trying to listen to what was happening inside.

I felt bad that I had left Bella there to handle the situation on her own. However, I also knew that she could handle herself, even with the likes of Megan.

"Swan, is there a reason why you're half naked in my apartment, looking like you been properly fucked?" I heard Megan ask Bella as I cowered half naked in the hallway with most of my clothes bundled in my arms.

"Well, I had to hide from Edward," Bella said breathlessly, with a hint of playfulness in her voice. "His dick was chasing me, asking for another round,"

I threw on my pants, wary of anyone that could come out of the elevator.

"Swan, why the hell would you be hiding from him?"

"Really, Megan, there is only so much my pussy can take."

I quietly laughed and buttoned up my pants as I continued to listen in.

"Hmm, I can help you with that, Bella. You know…" I didn't hear whatever Megan offering Bella, but I had to admit I was a little turned on. I'm one sick bastard.

"Megan, I already told you – I don't swing that way. I've tried it before, and it's not for me." There was an edge to her voice that told me she was getting into her doctor mode.

Wait, did she say that she's tried that?

"Fuck, Swan, you need to get that pert ass out of my apartment before I bend you over the table."

Oh my God, I'd pay to see that. Fuck, I was hard again. I should have been ashamed of myself, but I wasn't.

"See you at the party tonight?" Bella asked.

"You bet your little ass we'll be there. What are you teaching this week, anyway?"

I had no idea what they were talking about, and their voices were much quieter, so I was unable to discern anything further.

I heard the unmistakable sound of Bella's cell phone ringing, which she answered. The voices within Megan's seemed to become more distant, and I was unable to make out anything for a few minutes.

I saw the door knob move, which meant that Bella was leaving. I sprinted down the hall, because I was not interested in becoming Megan's chew toy.

Megan reminded me of that tall actress that had been married to Stallone a long time ago, but bigger. I couldn't suppress my shudder as I made it to the apartment.

I could hear Bella and Megan just down the hall. "Swan, this isn't going to mess up our doctor-patient relationship, is it?"

"Of course not, Megan, I'm still your doctor and friend. Now I have to ask – um, you don't have a video camera in your living room, do you?"

I heard Megan laugh. "If I did, I wouldn't tell you." Then I heard a door close.

Shortly afterward, Bella knocked on the door, and I quickly pulled her inside. She was blushing and biting her lip. "I think Megan may have video coverage," she said seriously and then started laughing while removing her dress.

"Why would you think that?" I asked, following Bella's example and starting to remove m own clothing.

"Umm, I can't tell you that, because it would be unethical of me to divulge patient information." Bella continued to laugh while pulling off her boots.

I glared at her, causing her to smirk. She looked down at my crotch and noticed my semi arousal, which instantly perked up.

"Hmm," she hummed before palming me, "looks like you were listening in on my conversation with Megan."

I groaned, dropping my head onto her shoulder. "Yes," I gasped. She increased the pressure she'd been exerting on my cock, causing me to buck my hips.

"Now, what could she have said that turned you on? Was it the fact that she said she wanted to 'bend me over the table?' Or was the fact that I said, 'I tried that?'"

I groaned again and bit my lip as she continued to stroke me, now with two hands. "Fuck, both."

"Hmm, nice to know, but it's not going to happen again. It's not my thing."

She pulled away, walking further into our living room. I grabbed her arm, swirled her around, and I took her face in my hands. I pressed my lips against hers, eager for another round. God, I missed her.

I pulled away, breathless, and laid my forehead against hers. "What do you mean 'tried' that?"

Bella laughed and took a hold of my ass. "Are you sure you want to know this?"

I nodded, wrapping one arm around her waist while another slid down her back to the curve of her ass.

"It wasn't anything farther than second base. I went out drinking and dancing with a friend of mine while she was down to visit me in California. At one point, some asshole had come up to us and suggested that my girlfriend and I should join him up in his room. We decided to fuck with him."

My eyes widened, but she immediately continued, "Not with him literally, Edward. What I meant was, we messed with his head. I said it was a great idea and kissed her. She kissed me back and added a few over-my-clothing gropes. She had the most amazing soft lips, though," Bella added thoughtfully. "Well, until you."

My mind tried to picture my sexy girlfriend fondling and kissing another woman, but I couldn't mesh the images together.

Damn, I wish I could read her mind.

"Earth to Edward," Bella cooed, as she grabbed my erection again.

"Damn, just the idea," I groaned in delight.

"Hmm, you liked that I kissed a girl," she stated simply, continuing her ministrations on my cock.

"God, yes," I gasped. Her grip tightened around me.

"Would it help imagining it if you've already fucked her, too?"

Bella released me and then walked down the hall to the bedroom, slamming the door closed.

What the fuck just happened?

Just as I was about to follow her into the bedroom, she came back out in a pair of red ruffled panties that did nothing to quell my lust, and a tiny black tank top.

She glared at me from across the room. "I got a call from my friend – you remember, the one I said is a real estate agent. She called while I was in Megan's apartment."

"Okay, is there a problem?" I had no idea where this was going, but she was obviously upset about it. I quickly grabbed my boxers, averting my eyes from her penetrating glare.

"Her name is Heidi Volturi."

Oh fuck.

"I'd wondered why you never mentioned an agent, and why you stopped Carlisle from suggesting the one he worked with. I had no idea that Heidi was someone from your list of former fucks."

I sighed and made my way to her, but she quickly crossed her arms and plopped down in a chair.

"Baby, I didn't want to upset you. I didn't suggest Heidi because we had left things on bad terms."

Bella snickered.

"What did she say when she called?" I asked as I knelt down in front of her. I gingerly placed my hands on her knees and started rubbing circles on her thighs.

"She said she didn't feel comfortable showing us around. She was my friend, Edward. She was Brianna's neighbor and…" Bella murmured and then sniffled. "We became close after her death."

"Baby, I'm sorry that this happened. I should've told you about Heidi."

Bella nodded. "If you had, I would've been prepared for it. I could've gotten her to talk to me. Her and Aro…oh my God, she was married when you…"Bella trailed off in revulsion.

"I –"

"God, Edward, how the hell am I supposed to marry you if you've fucked married women before?"

"Bella, I would never cheat on you."

"So what, it's okay for the woman to cheat?"

My eyes widened and then narrowed, glaring at her. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"It's exactly what it sounded like, Edward. You've fucked married women, so it's safe to say that you never found anything wrong with it before. Why should it bother you now?"

I stood up abruptly, running my hands through my hair in frustration and anger. "First of all, I'm a different person from who I was back then. Second, you'd be married to me."

"I need you to be honest with me, Edward. Give me a number, how many were married?"

I paled, not necessarily because of the answer, but because I had no idea.

My silence gave Bella an answer.

"Edward, is there any chance there might be little Edwards out there?"

I shook my head. "No! God, no. You are the one and only woman I've had unprotected sex with."

"Did you ever have a spark of regret, Edward?"

I sighed and pulled her up from the chair. I sat down, pulling her onto my lap, and I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her temple.

"Yes and no. Bella, plenty of those women knew exactly what they wanted and once they'd gotten it, they left. I never really regretted it because I didn't allow myself to become attached to any of them. It was just pleasure, so in that context, no, I don't regret it. I got what I wanted, they got what they wanted, and everyone was happy. The only really regretful part of my promiscuity is that I hurt my family, you, and in doing so, I've hurt myself. For those that were married, it wasn't my place to make those women respect their wedding vows, but I can and will respect the ones I make to you."

Bella breathed against the crook of my neck. "I promised that I would try to get over your past, but fuck, it keeps biting me in the ass, too."

"Yes it does, and for that I'm sorry."

"I should call Heidi. I'm supposed to be baby Marcus's godmother."

"Marcus?"

"Yup," Bella said softly, popping her 'p' against my ear.

"Are we going to be okay?"

Bella shrugged and then whispered, "We have to be."

I nodded in agreement and initiated a kiss. It started tender and soft, before it became more passionate.

She shifted on my lap and straddled me. I grunted when she started to grind against me. I took grab hold of her hips and helped her press harder against me.

"Fuck, baby, I need you again."

"Edward, yes. Please."

Bella pulled on my boxers while I lifted my hips to help her remove them. My lips descended on her neck, nipping at the soft flesh over her collarbone. I pulled on the hem of her top and threw it over my shoulder.

Our home phone started to ring shrilly. "Let the answering machine get it," Bella gasped, as she tried to shift into position.

I nodded and pulled her closer, wrapping my lips around one of her pert nipples.

The answering machine picked up the call. "Swan! God damn it, Bella. We have a shitload of stuff to do, thanks to that dumbass of a man you have, and you're not answering your phones!"

"Ah, fuck. Sorry, I have to take this." Bella climbed off my lap and quickly ran to the cordless phone.

"Belllla!" I grunted, reaching out for her, but she slapped my hand away.

"I'm sorry," she said softly. She answered the phone and started to yell into the phone.

"Damn it, Rachel, it's been a long day. Can't we take care of this tomorrow?" Bella started to pace and walked into her office, leaving me horny and pissed.

I grumbled under my breath and threw on my boxers. I decided that Bella and I had to eat, and I took out items to make spaghetti. In my anger I slammed doors and drawers, like a child.

I heard Bella's office door close and her soft footfalls come down the hall. I ignored her while lighting the stove to put the pasta to boil.

"Sorry."

I continued to ignore her and took out the leftover marina sauce from yesterday's lasagna out of the fridge.

I heard Bella in the pantry and then moving about in the kitchen. From the corner of my eye I saw her preheat the oven, and she had begun to add some spread onto a loaf of French bread.

"Are you going to continue to pout and give me the silent treatment?"

I rolled my eyes and just grunted in response.

"Look, I'm sorry we had to stop while in the middle of that, but I know Rachel. She would've kept calling until I answered."

"You're leaving in two weeks, Bella. Plus, on Monday, you and I have to go back to work, where I'm sure we'll be swamped. The rest of this weekend is supposed to ours. I'm not asking you to give up who you are forever, I'm asking just for the weekend." I saw all the same hurt I felt reflected in her eyes.

Bella whispered, "Okay." She wrapped her arms around me, resting her cheek on my naked back.

"Thank you," I said softly.

Bella made a few calls before joining me for lunch in the dining room. I asked if there were any problems with the tour.

"We just have to work around a few dates and TV spots. I'll have to completely drop some appearances and reschedule a few radio shows. I have a photo shoot in Los Angeles in the middle of February."

I swallowed, taking a drink of cool water. "Are we going to see each other at all during the tour?"

Bella sighed and seemed to think for a moment before answering. "Rachel and Karen gave us Valentine's weekend in Los Angeles. Other than that, I don't know. They're still rearranging things."

"Did you manage to call Heidi?"

Bella smiled widely but nodded. "Yes, I did. She's not comfortable with meeting with the both of us, so she'll be sending her sister Giana." She cocked her eyebrow, silently asking if I had shared my bed with her, too.

I shook my head, causing Bella to laugh. We slipped into easy conversation of what the following week would be like for us both. I had a huge proposal I needed to work on, and Bella had to get things situated for the ground breaking of the two foundation shelters in March before she left. All in all, we had one hell of a week to look forward to, which meant late hours. She at least agreed that she wouldn't skip lunch with me, because in all likelihood, it would be the only time we had together during the day.

I had a nagging thought in my mind, and I knew I had to ask Bella about it. I'd learned my lesson: I needed to communicate with her if we wanted to work this out.

Here goes nothing.

"Bella, I've been wondering. While you're on tour, how are you supposed to see the doctor for your pregnancy?" I asked, watching her suddenly drop the fork filled with spaghetti.

"Shit, my insurance is going to ask the same shit. I'm sorry, Edward, I have to call Rachel and Karen. I think I'm going to have to have a doctor go with me."

"Bella," I grunted, glaring at her. She'd fucking promised.

"Edward, this one last call, I promise. I just need to remind them that it's not just the tour dates that are important, but that they need to make arrangements for my health and our baby. These things take time, so the sooner the better."

I sighed and nodded. I watched her spring back into her office

I waited for several minutes and realized that she was already finished with her lunch. I grabbed her half-eaten plate and quickly cleaned up the kitchen. I walked into our living room and made my way toward the piano.

For almost thirty minutes I played for almost thirty while waiting for Bella, but my patience was wearing thin. Once again, her chosen occupation was coming in between us, and then it hit me.

It was going to get worse. I quickly hopped off my piano bench and went to Bella's second laptop on the coffee table. I flipped it open and Googled her pen name, Isa Virgin.

I was hit with over a million hits, and many of them were porn sites. I bristled at the thought and quickly retyped her pen name following the word author. I was hit with about three hundred thousand possibilities.

I found her book site created by the publishing house and clicked on the link. On the screen was Bella in all her naked fucking glory.

What the fuck?

The pose was simple enough. Bella's back was toward the camera, her arms were crossed above her head and her hip was cocked to one side, while her legs were crossed at the ankles. Her head and face were obscured in the shadows, while her long hair trailed to her right.

Across the middle of her back were the words:

Coming Soon

How to Seduce Your

Brother's Best Friend

By Isa Virgin

I clenched my fists and seriously considered kidnapping Bella and taking her far, far away from here. I'd take her to a nice private island in the middle of nowhere so that I could have her all to myself.

No wonder her book sold millions of fucking copies. She's selling her body. I turned off her computer and quickly made my way toward the shelves of books we had in the corner of our living room.

I found three of Isa's books and brought them to the living room. They were all hardbacks and all had Bella in various poses. I knew it was her and not some model. I would recognize her body anywhere, even photographed in shadows.

The first book had Bella lying on a large chaise, her back once again facing the camera. Half of her hair was over her shoulder, while the rest flowed down her back. She had a thin sheet wrapped around her ankles and knees before it wrapped around her chest. Her face was hidden and turned into the chaise among the shadows.

The second book was mostly black and white with touches of red. Bella's body was in the middle, much like on the website except that her hands were clutching a red apple at the small of her back. Her hair was tied up with a red stick, and along her spine were painted black letters; Forbidden.

On third and final book, the dust cover was light blue, and it looked to be an overhead view of a bed. Bella's body was laid out in the middle, on her stomach. Her ankles were bound, as well as her hands. Her body looked lean and firm, and I noticed that most of her face was obscured this time by a blindfold. What pissed me off was the fact there was a man's hand lying on her ass.

"Those were all taken before I met you, Edward," Bella whispered. I looked up and watched her as she pushed the book away from my hands. It landed on the floor with a thud before she took my hands in hers. "Mind you, I am shooting a few new poses for the site."

"Bella, is it really necessary to have you naked on each cover?"

"I'm not sure, but the poll the publishing house did indicated that the cover and my pen name caused people to pick up my books."

I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my nose in her stomach. "Great. I have to share your bare ass with everyone in the world."

"Don't worry, Edward," Bella said in a reassuring tone, her fingers playing with my hair. "I only have two more books tied up in contracts, and that will be the end of Isa Virgin. Well, at least on print."

I looked up at her, confused. "What does that mean?"

Bella's eyes widened, as though she's said too much. "Um, shit. I wanted to bring this up later when you were a calmer."

"Just spit it out, Bella," I urged as I wrapped my arms around her body.

"I have to do a pilot in Los Angeles for a cable show."

My breathing hitched, and I felt Bella stiffen under my grip. "Cable show?"

"Yes, um, Sex Talk with Isa Virgin. This has been in the works for quite some time. It's not a for sure thing, just a possibility."

"You'd have to move if they picked up the show," I said lowly. I took a few deep breaths as I tried to reign in my anger.

"That's being negotiated as of late, but I insisted on filming here in Seattle," she whispered trying to reassure me still. "I don't want to move."

I sighed and averted my gaze. I knew I was frightening her with my silence, but I needed to compose myself before I said anything. I didn't want to say something that would hurt her or say something out of anger that I'd regret later.

After a few tense minutes, I stood up and wrapped my arms around Bella's shoulders. "I'm sure we can find a way to make this all work. But –" I paused trying to put my thoughts in order, "– I really think you need to step back and look at the whole situation, Bella. Can you really handle book tours, writing, working at my company, the foundation, a cable TV show and a child all at the same time?"

Bella pulled away, and I noticed her shoulders slump in what I could only perceive as defeat. I heard her let out a choked sob, and she started to nod.

"You're right," she whispered. "There's no way I can do all those things while trying to maintain a family and an already struggling relationship. Ugh, I feel like I'm being pulled in so many directions right now," she said frantically. "But I know for a fact that if I try to back out of all my contracts, I'll be stuck in court, and that would add considerable amounts of stress."

I rubbed my hands along her bare arms, and I kissed the juncture between her shoulder and neck. "Shh, we'll think of something, together."

She nodded again, allowing her body to mould against mine. Then the fucking phone started ringing, but the tone was different than before. The tone alerted us that the call was looking for Bella, it was her patient.

I sighed as she smiled at me timidly before rushing to grab the phone. Since she'd started taking phone patient calls again while recuperating from her stint at the hospital, they were a constant in our daily lives.

I'd had no idea before that Bella took calls night or day. They had been frequently increasing as her patients grew more comfortable with her. She also had several call-only patients from California that valued her too much to let her go.

It was a little ridiculous that someone would call her for the most insane reasons. This call sounded like one of them.

"Bill, Rachel has already told you that she didn't marry you for your penis," Bella said smoothly. She winked at me and crooked her finger at me. With a bit of wariness, I complied, closing the distance between us.

"Okay, Bill, she didn't marry you only for your penis." Bella rolled her eyes and tip-toed to kiss my lips softly. I could easily hear a couple yelling through the phone.

"Bill, now, I know you're worried that she just married you for sex and your sperm, but has she really given you a reason to believe so?" Bella smiled up at me and I looked at her curiously. She grinned up wickedly and grabbed me.

Fuck me.

Bella's hot little hand sought out my stiffening cock and I groaned at the pleasant sensation. I bucked my hips against her and started walking slowly toward the bedroom.

She shook her head and gripped me harder, intensifying my need to take her – now.

"Bill, I know you think that scheduling when to become intimate with your wife will prove something, but I'm telling you in my professional opinion that it won't work."

I pinned Bella against the hallway wall, and her hand started to work me vigorously. I groaned, but managed to muffle it in the crook of her neck. I bucked my hips in tandem with her ministrations, sucking her neck, causing her to squirm against me.

"Fine, Bill, you win. Why don't you try your method for two weeks and see how it goes. I'd appreciate if you would send me an email explaining how it's going every few days. Now, put Rachel on the phone." Bella rested the phone between her shoulder and head, and her freed hand went to cup my balls.

Fuck.

"Rachel, I know. I'm sorry, but he's not going to see reason on this for now. I know you're young and horny, Rachel. You have to see it from his side; he's just worried that you'll get bored of him too soon," Bella said and then paused for a few moments to listen. "I'm sure I'll be hearing from you both really soon. Yes, send me your journal entries from last week. Talk to you soon, bye."

Bella quickly grabbed the phone and tossed it onto a chair. "Hmm, looks like someone wants to play."

I nodded unable to say anything remotely coherent. "Now, where to put you," Bella said thoughtfully. She looked around our living room, all the while her attention on my cock never wavering– what dedication.

I chuckled to myself, because fuck, she never lost focus.

Bella's eyes finally settled on something, and she released me. Well, fuck. So much for focus. She grinned at the exasperated gasp-groan I let out, and I pulled her close to me. She wiggled from my grasp and made her way to my – piano.

Oh God, yes.

I stalked toward her, my eyes roaming over her scantily clad body, form-fitted tank top over deviously innocent-looking ruffled red panties. She looked at me over her shoulder and noticed my eyes glued to her ass, which she wiggled enticingly. I groaned and rushed over to her.

I pinned her against the side of my piano and groaned when her ass met my erection. The silky ruffles only heightened the pleasure of the friction. I thrust my hips against her backside a few more times, earning soft mewls from Bella. I grinned against her neck while removing my boxers.

Then she bumped me and pushed me back, causing me to fall on my ass. I looked up at her incredulously and wondered why the fuck she'd done that.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Bella said with embarrassment, rubbing her stomach. "Instinct, I guess. The edge of the piano started hurting me." I paled, but she shook her head. "I'm fine, Edward." She straddled me and ground against my cock. "See, it's just a minor mark." She lifted her top and revealed her abdomen. She had a light pink mark, the kind you got when you wear something too tight. I soothed the area with my hands, worried that I may have hurt her.

Bella sighed and took my face in her hands. "We're fine, Edward," she said trying to reassure me. "I should've used my hands to hold me up, instead of attempting to lay my upper body on the piano," she said trying to reassure me.

I shook my head, trying to calm my desire to run. I hated the idea of causing her any pain. Add the thought of hurting my child, and it sickened me.

"Edward, please," she whispered against my lips. "Baby, I need you," she whispered against my lips. I groaned as her hips continued to grind against mine. Her hands started to explore, and her short nails raked over the sensitive flesh of my nipples. I thrust my hips upward, seeking what I wanted most.

Bella mewled when my naked cock made contact with her covered sex. Her soft lips laid open-mouthed kisses along my jaw. My lips sought hers meeting halfway before she pulled away again.

Her tortuous method of seduction continued southward, toward my aching cock. I moaned when her tongue darted out to trace the V of my hips. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch my temptress take me in her mouth. Her pink lips surrounded me for just a moment before she winked at me, inserting her tongue in the slit of my penis. I groaned, involuntarily thrusting upward. She moaned around my cock, causing wonderful sensations to reverberate throughout my body.

Bella grabbed my hand, which in effect caused me to sit up more, and placed it on her head. Oh God, she wanted me to guide her. I thrust up into her hot mouth again, this time deeper, while pushing slightly on her head.

This was her way of giving me control, something I hadn't really had in our relationship. I asked for it, did stupid things to achieve it, and when I did have it fucked it up in some way. Now, she was telling me that she trusted me to try again. She trusted me to control her, control her where she in reality had more experience.

I had quantity over her, but I had no doubt that she had quality over me. No man left her bedroom unsatisfied, and they all came back asking for more.

But she was mine – only mine.

My thoughts become clouded for a few moments from the lusty haze, but my lust quickly amplified when Bella used her teeth to regain my attention. Not wanting to lose her tentative trust in me, I smirked and wrapped her hair around my hand. I continued working my cock into her mouth over and over again, while she licked, sucked, and tongued me toward the precipice of my oncoming climax. I stilled my movements, tugging on her hair. Realizing what I wanted, she kissed the tip of my cock before straddling my hips. I smiled against her lips, still in a sitting position, and languidly moved my lips against her, seeking her tongue.

I felt Bella shift slightly, removing her panties before my cock was engulfed by her pussy. We both groaned against each other's lips from the pleasure. "Baby, ride me," I whispered in her ear, before licking the shell of her ear. "Take what you need from me."

She could ask me for anything, and I'd do all that I could to make she got it.

Bella threw her head back and moaned, shifting her hips to change the angle. She quickly removed her top and tore it in half, tying the pieces together. She smirked at me before looping the fabric over my shoulder and maneuvering the makeshift tie underneath my arms. She leaned in closer and bit my ear, causing me to grip her hips roughly, seeking more friction.

"Giddy up, cowboy," she purred.

Fuuuuck.

One of her hands pushed me further back while the other gripped both ends of the tie. Her legs that were curled around my calves moved forward so that she literally looked like she was riding me. "Now, champ, show me how much a bucking bronco you really are," she said teasingly.

I growled and bucked my hips upward just as she rolled forward. "Oh, fuck," I cried out in unison with Bella.

Her smirk was still taunting me when I looked at her. She pulled slightly back, using the tie to hold her up, once again changing the angle. I thrust up and continued doing so, and by the sounds coming from Bella, I knew that I was hitting her g-spot with every thrust. My eyes roamed over her enchanting body; her hair shifted with every thrust, her face was lost in ecstasy, her breasts were bouncing, her nipples erect. My eyes followed the smooth expanse of her torso to her pussy where I could see my cock slip in and out of her. The scene was so erotic that when her muscles started to tighten around me, I couldn't help my oncoming release.

Oh God, Bella!" I gripped her hips and fell onto my back; my fingers dug into her pale skin as I released inside her. She moaned, trembling above me before she collapsed on my chest, her hair in disarray and a thin coat of sweat glistening on her skin.

The phone rang, causing her to sit back up. She grinned and hoped off me, running toward the phone. She left me lying on the floor panting, well fucked, but feeling so used.

She's gotten what she's wanted and had left me. Damn, it sure hadn't felt this way when all the other women had left after sex.

I looked over at her, her pert, naked ass on display as she hopped around, trying to put on a pair of panties, the phone stuck to her ear. I regained my composure and glared at her, earning nothing but a wink. I stalked toward her, and her eyes widened with fear and lust. I smirked and tossed her on the chair behind her, falling to my knees. It was her turn.

Later, after a nice shower and nap, the phone rang again, but Bella insisted on letting the machine get it so that we could finish dinner. She fed me some green chilé enchiladas from my lap, while the answering machine picked up her phone call. We both quieted down enough to make sure that it wasn't some kind of emergency.

"Dr. Swan, this is Ben Cheney. I'd like to confirm your appearance tonight at the pleasure party. I'd also like to inform you that the class will be at its capacity, with eight couples. The couple that you'll be using for demonstrating purposes will be Felix and Deidra. Please call and confirm. Thank you."

Bella dropped the fork, and she bit her lip. "Oh shit."

"Bella, what 'pleasure party' is this Ben guy talking about?"

She blew out a breath, and she smiled sheepishly. She got up from my lap and hurriedly walked into the bedroom. I followed her and crossed my arms, waiting for an answer.

"I'm sorry, Edward," Bella said in annoyance, walking inside her closet, and pulling out some items. "I forgot about the party, which is stupid. I'm asked to teach and observe at these parties. The parties mostly consist of swinging couples, voyeurs and some that just want to learn new things."

"What do you mean 'observe?'" I asked, watching her put on a set of sexy lingerie.

"I mean, I'm asked to observe at pleasure parties to give my professional opinion." She shrugged indifferently.

What the fuck? I'd never known this shit. I had no idea what to say. I was dumbstruck but turned on at the same time.

She watches others have sex, and she gets paid for it. Fuck me.

"Would you like to join me tonight?"

Fuuuuck.

AN: Did you see the reference to the movie Twister?