One chapter will talk about the past, one about the present until we reach the point where we began with the present. Confusing much? It keeps things interesting. ;)
Same disclaimer applies-Twilight belongs to S.M., but the idea of this story is mine.
Many thanks to my awesome betas and friends - TeamAllTwilight and m0t0b33.
December 2010
We are squeezed in the elevator amongst a few others from the team.
I'm surprised the elevator works with six of us. It looks like it can hold only four people.
Of course, I end up being pushed and squished. I wobble on my heels and feel a hand from behind me, sneaking around my waist and pressing me back.
It's Edward.
"What floor, boss?" someone asks.
"One," Edward answers smoothly.
I can feel him hardening against my ass, and decide to give him a lesson of his own. I press back, rubbing my ass against his erection.
"Ah," he gasps as I fall onto him when we stop. I totally didn't mean that one, but he feels so good.
We step out and he keeps me in front of him, a hand on my hip.
"Cafeteria is down the hall, the third door. You can't miss it. I'm going to show Ms. Swan to the smoking room." He doesn't wait for their answer, pushing me in the other direction.
"When I open the door, you slide inside and to the right, pressing your back in the corner. There will be a camera above you."
"I don't sneak around with anyone," I tell him stiffly.
"But you're just doing so."
"No, I'm not!" I make to turn around and head to the cafeteria, but he grabs my wrist. "You're a tease, Isabella."
I'm unable to say no to him and it scares the hell out of me.
Like a good little girl, I do as I'm told, slipping inside the room and hiding from the camera. Edward catches the door and comes in after me, his eyes move to every corner of the little room with large windows then nodding to himself he locks the door.
He leans against the door, taking his cigarettes out, shaking one out.
"I didn't know you smoked. You said they kill," I say dumbly, licking my bottom lip.
He shrugs. "A bad habit I can't shake off," he comments. "Want one?"
Oh.
We're really smoking?
Then why am I hidden?
Before I can answer, he turns to me, pushing his thumb in my mouth, opening it. He inhales smoke and leans closer, his eyes never leaving mine.
Holy fuck!
Holy fuck.
This is so erotic.
My eyes roll back when Edward breathes smoke in my mouth. I inhale greedily, hold it then let it out…back in his mouth since his lips are still attached to mine. I watch dazed as the smoke leaves his body through his nose then he's kissing me so hungry and carnal.
I need him.
He seems to sense my need because he backs away smirking.
We smoke the whole cigarette like that, between hungry kisses and groping. Then he pushes on my shoulder until I'm kneeling.
I try to stand back because that is something I just don't do. Not my thing. Ever.
"Isabella, I need your pretty mouth on my aching cock."
My traitor nipples pebble and feel delicious rubbing against my bra.
But no. I must keep my head and dignity.
"I don't go down on men," I tell him, squaring my shoulders and getting up.
He cocks his head, frowning. "Don't want it, or don't like it?"
"Both," I mutter. "So either fuck me or just let me go."
His lips twitch up. "I like my girls feisty. Turn around." He twirls his finger in the air.
I feel his hands lifting my skirt then too late I realize what he's about to do when he takes a hold of my panties. He rips them off. He opens his slacks then he's inside me in one long thrust.
"Ah!" I squeak, my hands slapping on the wall.
"I will teach you to give head. It can be enjoyable for both sides," he says as he moves in quick precise movements inside me.
"Ungh!" It's all I can say.
"I can't get enough of your sweet pussy!"
I wriggle my ass earning myself a slap which triggers an orgasm out of me. Edward stills behind me then he chuckles darkly.
"Oh, you are a kinky girl." Then he pushes my body into the wall until my cheek is against the cold wall and my breasts are squished before he grabs my hips and starts pumping so hard and fast my legs starts shaking.
When we're both done, I lean against the wall, rearranging my skirt. Edward takes another ciggie out and lights it, leaving it hanging from his mouth as he cleans himself then tucks his dick away. He readjusts his tie and throws me a wink.
I'm in so much trouble with this man… I muse as I clean myself.
The cafeteria is a huge place. Edward just explained to me on the way here that in this building there's a company on each floor so this place has to host everyone for one hour at lunch. To avoid jams, there are more lunch hours.
"We still have half an hour," he comments as he carries food on his tray.
I hmph and pay for my fries and Coke Zero.
"That's all you eat?" he asks, pursing his lips.
I stare at his burgers and fries. "Yeah," I mumble.
"You're not into looking like a poll, are you?"
I narrow my eyes at him. "It doesn't concern you how I want to look like, but for your information, I usually eat more. I'm not hungry now."
"Hmmm… That means I didn't do it right. I should have tired you out."
"Fuck off."
"What a language to use to your boss!" he hisses mock-scandalized.
"My boss was buried balls deep in my pussy moments ago. Don't tell me about morals!"
"Touché."
We stop at the table that hosts our team. They make room for us and start asking about the advertisement we're making.
The rest of the day is a blur of plans, graphics, running around. The highlight of the day is to see Edward angry.
He's so fucking sexy when his face turns red and a vein pulses against his temple.
The reason for his anger is one of the girls—Jess. Apparently she ran into one of the other teams' supervisor and told him some of what we are doing.
I bet no one catches much of Edward's spewed words. It's something like, "Stupid…first day…never before…over my dead body…fucking Michael…skank…idiot…firing…embarrassed…Mr. Brown angry…"
He doesn't kick her off because no one witnessed their discussion and the other guy denies he talked to her.
For good measure, we change some things just to be sure.
At six on dot everyone starts leaving.
I'm at the elevator when I hear my name being called. Edward's right behind me, wearing a half smirk, half smile.
"Leaving without me?"
"Are you my designated driver?" I wonder, stepping into the elevator.
"I can be. Listen," he whispers, leaning closer when the doors close. "What do you say about dinner? I'd like to get to know you better."
"I think it was you that said this can't happen since you're my supervisor."
"I threw caution to the wind when I fucked you in the smoking room. Please, Isabella. Do you like fish?"
I frown, staring at the lobby of the building. His hand on my wrist prevents me from fleeing. The doors close again, taking us to the garage.
"No, actually I hate fish." I scowl.
"Good. I don't like it much, either." He smiles, looking at the metal doors. "Do you accept my invitation for dinner?"
"Fine," I groan. "I'm sure you're that kind of person that insists until the other person caves."
Edward chuckles, allowing me to step out of the elevator before him. In the dim light of the underground garage, I finally see the car better.
"Aston Martin?" I ask in disbelief when I realize what the winged symbol was. "You must earn a fortune."
"This field pays well." He shrugs modestly, opening my door.
"Do you do this a lot?" I wonder when he joins me inside the fancy car.
"Do what?"
"Take girls for a ride, take them home…you know?"
"Not as often as you'd think. There's been less than ten women I've been with."
I don't believe him, but nod and buckle my seatbelt.
Of course, when we get to his house, while the water boils for pasta, Edward bends me over the counter and fucks me silly. His hand is pressing against my lower back, his hips snapping loudly in the quiet room.
I'm clawing at the counter, trying to find leverage or I'd topple over.
Both his arms wrap around my stomach and he hugs me to his chest, grunting into my neck as he spills inside me, taking me with him.
Afterward, I'm surprised to see him kneel, rising my leg over his shoulder, cleaning me with a tissue.
My cooch is all sensitive. It's not used to being invaded so often and so roughly. She has to get used to it, because Edward and his dick aren't going anywhere.
We eat at the dining table, and I learn that Edward always eats there even if he's alone. He even jokes that he has his dog eat with him sometimes. At least, I hope he's joking.
He offers me to stay again, wearing a sly smile, but I tell him that I need to be home. I'm surprised he agrees, and drives me to my apartment.
"Can I pick you up tomorrow?"
"Uh, no. Can we keep a low profile? We're risking our jobs. I love what I'm doing so please…" I bite my lip.
"Okay, I promise to stay away at work, but once we're out of the building it's none of James's business what we do," he demands, gripping my chin between his fingers before kissing me roughly. "Until tomorrow."
Dazed, I get out of the car and float to my loft.
I'm in trouble with this man, but everybody loves a bad boy.
And…he kissed me—he broke his own rule.
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