A lot of you are very worried about Bella's boss. The rest of you are just wanting to see what happens in the private rooms!

They had barely made it five steps into the private room when Edward tugged Bella on top of his lap on the long leather sofa. This scene mimicked the other nights where she had danced for him, except this time, he intended to be the one teasing her.

And he knew exactly where to start.

He nuzzled her neck as he pressed searing hot kisses onto the exposed skin of her neck and shoulders, dipping down the valley of her skimpily covered breasts. Edward wanted nothing more than to retrace his steps back up to cover Bella's mouth with his, to hear her stifled moans crushed against his lips as he brought her pleasure. But he didn't, only because he didn't want their first kiss to be here in Indulgences. He didn't want it to be in this fit of wanton fervor that had suddenly seized Bella. When Edward kissed her – and make no mistake he would – it would be special and not founded on lust, but care and passion.

His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing gently before lowering his head and sucking hard at the nipples through the fabric. Bella's back arched, a loud moan falling from her lips as he worked and teased the buds to painfully hardened points.

"Someone's a little excited, hey sweetheart?" he murmured as she squirmed in his lap, trying to rub up against him in any way that she could. He knew that Bella was tired of his teasing and was desperate for him to continue touching her the way he had earlier.

He could feel her wetness dripping from her inner thigh, dampening his pants in a way that he was certain would leave a stain. To think that Bella, his Bella, was all hot and wet and bothered because of him! She hadn't even cared if anybody had seen them outside just now with his fingers stroking the special heat between her thighs. She had just wanted it so bad.

"Such a bad girl," Edward growled as his hand slid up her thighs, one finger reaching up to graze the tiny bud of her clit. Bella cried out, pressing herself closer to him. Her body was shaking with desire as she rubbed herself over his hand, wanting more of the delicious friction that he was stubbornly denying her. "Letting me touch you like that in front of all those people." His finger slid between her slick wet folds of her sex, teasing her briefly before pulling back to trace circles around her sensitive clit.

Edward's words were whispered so hotly into her ear that a heat like none other that she'd felt before spasmed through her building up and making her whole body tense and tingle. "Oh God, Edward…" She groaned. "I don't care if anyone watches. I just want you. I need you." She moaned again as his fingers flicked over her clit.

She could feel her own wetness building up, his fingers slid over her so easily. Her own hands began to fumble at the buttons of her top pulling it open, exposing her bra which she also quickly undid flinging both to the ground. She clutched at Edward's head, forcing his lips to her breasts.

Tension was building up inside of her and she knew that it wouldn't take him long at all to bring her over the edge. "Please! Please more…"

Edward smirked as Bella began to beg. "Not quite so fun when the teaser becomes the teased now, hey?" he felt her shudder against him as his fingers circled her hard aching bud. But she continued to whimper, rubbing herself against his hand in a silent plea to touch her where she most wanted. And finally, Edward obliged.

He stroked her wet slit, groaning as her juices coated his fingers. "You're so wet, Bella." He murmured. He slowly slid his finger in and upwards, feeling her clench tightly around him. "Do you like it when I touch you like this?" Edward asked as he slowly began to move in and out of her. But just as he could feel Bella's muscles tensing up and reaching the edge of her orgasm, he would back off, his fingers going back to their slow rhythmic strokes.

"Say it." His voice was low, his eyes dark with desire as he gazed at Bella. "Say you want me." Only me, he resisted the urge to add. It was only when she conceded, her cheeks flushed and tears of obvious sexual frustration threatening to fall from her eyes that Edward plunged two fingers back inside and began to pump in and out.

His name sounded amazing on her lips as he continued to thrust against her with his hand and Edward could only imagine how amazing it would be like to have her moaning under him as he ravished her with his cock. "Come for me, Bella." He coaxed, his fingers pumping until he felt her muscles suddenly clamp down hard around his and Bella finally climaxed with a loud cry. Edward's fingers keep stroking, riding out the waves of pleasure until Bella could stand it no more and sagged weakly against his chest.

As she caught her breath, he slowly pulled his hand away and raised his fingers to his lips for a taste. There were so many ways he wanted to have Bella… thirty minutes couldn't possibly be enough.

It was Edward's whispers that sent her over the edge more than anything, although his wicked fingers certainly helped a lot. Bella found herself coming hard and fast and she had absolutely no control over her body or the loud moans coming from her mouth. She'd screamed, oh how she'd screamed. She'd told him that she wanted him. Had gasped for breaths of air in between her words.

Edward had tortured her. There was no other word for it, but she would happily have him do it again, have him draw the pleasure from her body so agonizingly slowly just to send her into that heavenly bliss once again.

His fingers continued to slowly stroke over her saturated flesh, causing her body to spasm and shudder as she came down from her high. What had he done to her? He'd reduced her to a mess. She wasn't even sure where she was anymore…

Gradually things came back into focus and she realized she was clinging to Edward's body, she was draped over him, his hand was stroking her naked back and her hair in soothing and calming motions.

Bella sat back and looked around her. An uneasy feeling settled in her stomach as she realized what she'd just let Edward do. She didn't regret what they'd done, but wished more than anything that they hadn't done it in here.

But it hadn't been as though Edward had insisted. She'd asked for it, had practically begged for it. Did she have no self-control?

Edward was digging around in his pocket for his wallet and she realized with horror that he was going to pay her.

"Don't," she said sharply, she staggered to her feet. Her legs felt like jelly, she was still trembling from the waves of her orgasm. "Don't pay me. Not for that…" She shook her head.

"I can't keep doing this with you, Edward." To her dismay, tears had sprung to her eyes. She reached for her clothes. "I'm sorry… I have to… I have to work. I have to go." Without even letting Edward speak, to say anything to defend what they'd just done, she turned and bolted.

Coward. A voice inside her head snarked at her but she ignored it.

- sigh - All that wasted time... Do you think she did the right thing?