I turned back, pulling away from him briefly, and I placed my glass on the table. He turned to look at me, with simple curiosity, his back against the railing.

I stepped back towards him until my body was flush against his, and I kissed him once. He seemed to be surprised at my forwardness, not that it wasn't welcomed, just unexpected. I stepped back and brought my hands down to the belt of his robe, slowly untying the knot, pulling the edges open until I could see all of his skin.

He wasn't completely hard yet, but he was well on his way.

And the way he was looking at me. Fuck. It was that surprised look again. Like he didn't know what I was going to do, and he was desperate to let me. Those soft, beautiful lips, pursed, waiting for something.

But I was determined to make this about him, not me.

I grabbed a cushion from one of the balcony chairs, and tossed it down at his feet. His eyes widened in surprise, but his expression didn't change. And he didn't move a muscle, except for his steadily rising cock.

I finished my glass of wine, acutely aware of his eyes on me, the intensity of his stare, and returned my glass to the table. I dropped to my knees on the cushion, and I looked up at him.

He was looking down at me, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling quickly. His eyes, his beautiful ocean blue eyes, were almost black with desire. For me. And for what he assumed I was about to do.

I ran my hands up his legs, slowly scratching my nails against his skin, and when I got to his stomach, he sucked in a deep, loud breath.

"Shit," he said softly.

I took his cock in my hand, pulling it gently up to his stomach, and I ran my tongue from the bottom of his balls all the way to the tip of his erection.

"Fuck, Bella," he gasped. "Yes."

So I did it again.

"Oh fuck, baby, fuck," he whispered hoarsely. "Please. Please don't…"

"Don't what?" I asked, my breath warm on his skin.

"Don't stop, Bella," he moaned. "Please don't fucking stop."

I wanted to tease him mercilessly, like he had done with me, but the look on his face just killed me, and all I wanted in that moment was to make him happy, to hear him scream my name like I had screamed his.

So I wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock and took him in, all at once.

"Fuck!" he screamed, his cock twitching and hardening noticeably in my mouth.

I pulled back slowly, sucking hard as I lifted off of him, then quickly took him all back in. Every few strokes, I would pull off of him completely and run my tongue slowly around his swollen head, and the sound of his moan was so delicious, that I couldn't wait to do it again.

I found a rhythm, and so did he, his hips starting to move with me, and I noticed that he was holding onto the balcony railing behind him, arms spread out, knuckles white with effort.

I moved my free hand between his legs, and when I scraped my fingernails across the bottom of his scrotum, he flinched and screamed.

"Oh, shit, Bella. Oh fuck, baby. You can't… I can't… You - "

I popped off of him, looking up through my eyelashes. He pried one hand from the balcony railing and gently stroked my cheek, my hair.

"What? Can't what?" I asked, innocently. I fucking knew exactly what he was going to say, but I wanted to hear him say it.

"I can't… I can't hold off if you're gonna do that," he said, almost apologetically. "I'm gonna come. You're gonna make me come."

Exactly.

I licked him again, from base to tip.

"I want you to come, Edward," I whispered. "I want you to come in my mouth."

He froze, just for a second or two, his eyes widening at my words, then he slid his hand behind my head, burying his fingers in my hair, and pulled me towards him.

I wrapped my lips around him, and sucked him down hard.

"Yes, fuck," he groaned. "Yes, just like that, just like that."

I smiled a little. That was almost exactly what I said when he was going down on me earlier.

My cell phone was ringing. I must have fallen asleep on the balcony - too much wine and sleepless nights. By the time I grabbed my phone, the ringing had stopped, but the taste of Edward in my mouth seemed fresh.

Fuck. Another dream about that asshole. I wondered if I would ever get him out of my system. I felt like I needed to take another shower.

I looked down at my phone and saw two missed calls from Charlie. I was worried that he was calling so late at night, so I immediately called him back.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Charlie? Is anything wrong? It's late."

"Yeah, Bells, he's coming in. In the morning."

"Who?"

"Cullen. He thinks we're questioning him on a theft at the hotel, so keep your mouth shut."

Shit.

"Really, Dad? I know better, ok?"

"Yeah, yeah," he said, "but I want you to come in. Not in the room. Behind the two-way. In case he says anything, you can tell me, and I can nail him on it. Okay with you?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure Dad," I said, my mind reeling. I was going to see him again, but this time, he wouldn't know I was there.

I appreciate those of you who skipped through my last author's note, with the outline of remaining chapters - I'm like that too. I don't want to know, want to be COMPLETELY surprised! But, if you wanted to know, you have a little more info.

The next few chapters will be very plot heavy, and some of my favorite parts of the entire story. Then some more smut. Then some plot wrap up.

Thanks again for all of your support!

And thanks to my super beta, LibbyLou862, who is both a friend and a tyrant with a red pen!:)

Next chapter tonight...

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