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On The Fly

The next few hours went by in a blur. Edward was on the phone immediately with his lawyer, setting up an urgent meeting. He then whisked me away, pointing out the sights of the city as we sat in the back of the car together.

We made a brief stop at his lawyer's office, where I was introduced to Jenks and unceremoniously signed my life away after the alterations to the contract were complete.

I forbade myself from succumbing to any panic attacks as we walked out together.

I was a millionaire. I'd agreed to marry, sleep with, and be somewhat controlled by a man I barely knew.

I tried to push my fears that I'd agreed to this arrangement simply because of my desperate need to belong out of my mind. I was very close to balking before we even really started.

Edward held my hand in his and was practically skipping and whistling as we got back into the car.

"You're awfully happy," I noted as he scooted in right next to me on the seat.

He pulled me to him, burying his face in my neck.

"I most certainly am, my Bella," he whispered in my ear.

His Bella.

I wanted to retort that I was not just another addition to his collection of toys, but his hands and mouth soon smoothed away my irritation.

It was easy to forget about the entire contract as he kissed and nipped below my ear. I tilted my head to give him more access and moaned from the feel of his hand inching up my thigh.

When his lips crushed down on mine, I gripped his hair in excitement. The pleasurable sensations coursing through my body were like a drug. They were unlike anything I'd felt before. Euphoric, intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough as I pulled him as close to me as possible.

This. This magnetic, encompassing force between us was the reason I had agreed.

"I want you so fucking much," he said amidst his kisses.

Apparently he felt the same as I did.

I could only hum my agreement, while my body wanted to mount him like a horse.

When he let out a breathy moan into my mouth, it was like a rush of adrenaline. It was empowering to feel so completely desired, longed for, craved. To know that I was consuming his mind as much as he was mine. I twisted and turned, encouraging his hand higher up my leg. Those long fingers were dangerously close to where I wanted them.

I groaned when the car came to a stop, clinging to Edward so he wouldn't move away.

"Come on, baby. We're here."

I didn't know where here was and didn't care. I whined when he pried my fingers away from his hair and tugged my skirt back down.

He chuckled. "We'll get back to that very soon. I promise." He gave me one last kiss before helping me out of the car.

We were standing in front of Tiffany's.

"Why are we here?" I already knew what he was doing. I was only trying to convince myself it was real.

"Because I need to put a ring on your gorgeous finger." He pulled me toward the door.

I gulped as I saw all the signature blue boxes set up in an elaborate window display.

This was really happening. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time. He stopped and turned to stand in front of me when he noticed my dawdling. I hated causing the worry that briefly flashed in his eyes, but I couldn't help being nervous.

"What is it, Bella?"

I took a deep breath, resolving myself to stand by my decision. I had agreed to this, hadn't I? It was mind-boggling that the physical aspects of our new "relationship" were so much easier for me to engage in than the nuptial ones.

"I'm okay. Just not a big fan of jewelry is all. I never wear the stuff." I gave him a smile and squeezed his hand.

He laughed and slipped his arm around my waist. "Well, this particular piece of jewelry is important."

Once inside, I got my first glimpse of the ass-kissing that occurred when Edward Cullen was present. I reminded myself he was a well-known figure in this city and I shouldn't be surprised by the reactions. People paused to watch him pass by, men eyed him with jealousy, and women wagged their tongues. I wanted to roll my eyes a few times before remembering I had no room to judge. I also found myself quite pliable under his spell.

The manager quickly escorted us to a private area, offering champagne as different clerks arrived with a variety of special collection diamond rings nestled in black velvet. I drank my glass, allowing the sweet, bubbly liquid to calm me down. It also helped when Edward placed his hand on my knee, absorbing some of my nervous energy.

Most of the rings Edward sent back immediately, only a handful he deemed good enough to possibly sit on my finger.

"What do you think of this one?" he asked me, sliding the monster rock on my finger.

I took another sip of the champagne, trying not to think about how much the ring cost.

"It's fine."

He shook his head. "Well, I want you to have something you like. Not something just fine."

We went through several different rings before I genuinely smiled at one. I knew it was perfect as soon as it was placed on my finger. The solitaire diamond was huge but sat in a simple platinum setting.

"You like this one?"

I nodded at Edward, and his eyes brightened triumphantly.

"Excellent choice, Miss."

I paid little heed to the manager, knowing he would have said the same thing no matter which ring I picked.

Fortunately, my five-carat ring fit perfectly, so no sizing was necessary. Edward let me admire it silently while he went on to select platinum bands for the both of us. I twisted my hand this way and that, watching the prisms and lights reflect off my ring at every angle.

It was almost hypnotizing.

Before I knew it, Edward had finished his business and we were on our way out.

He pulled the ring off my finger as we walked out the door.

"Hey! Why did you do that?" I was already a little attached to it.

He grinned mischievously at me, pulling me to the center of the sidewalk. When he knelt down in front of me, several people stopped around us to take in the scene.

The heat of my blush radiated off my skin, but Edward didn't even seem to be aware of the audience.

He took my hand in his, looking up at my face.

"Your beauty takes my breath away, your fire makes me burn for you, and your willingness to be mine brings me to my knees. I know every day with you will be an adventure, and I truly hope this ride never ends. Isabella Marie Swan, will you marry me?"

It was like the entire city went silent waiting for my answer. Of course it was all a charade, but at this moment it felt real to me.

The tears welling in my eyes were real enough.

"Yes!" I squealed.

He slipped the ring back on my finger before lifting me up in a hug and twirling us around. Our audience clapped and cheered, but I only had eyes for Edward. My arms wrapped around his neck, and I kissed him with every emotion I'd felt in the last two days pouring out.

Somehow we made it back into the car, and I suddenly felt the cool leather under me while my limbs tangled with Edward's. He pressed down on top of me, moaning into my mouth as our tongues slid together. His kisses were demanding, urgent, and my craving for him intensified each moment we were fused together.

He growled before snapping his head up to pick up the car phone. All he said was "Hurry up!" before slamming it back down again. I giggled at the sight of him so flustered and aroused.

Aroused by me.

Me!

He smiled briefly before his demanding lips met mine again. I writhed beneath him, needing him closer. His hands were back under my skirt and I twisted to help him push it up. Once I could move, I wrapped my legs around him and moaned loudly from the delicious friction of his grinding against me. He was hard and ready, and my fingers flew down to unbutton his pants.

"Not yet, baby."

He was panting against my neck, his hand pushing mine away before slipping inside my panties.

"I want you so fucking much, but your first time is not going to be in the back of a car."

"Edward." I pleaded in his ear to do something about the desperate ache.

"Fuck." He breathed out, his fingers sliding against me.

I wondered whether I should have been embarrassed by how aroused I was, but he seemed to like it. The level of desire I had for him made me uncharacteristically forward. He kissed me again, muffling my sounds, as he slipped a finger inside. Then it was two fingers, while his thumb pressed and stroked higher.

I gasped and moaned into his mouth. This was so much better than any of my past self-stimulation had ever been.

Then his lips were back at my ear again. "Does this feel good, Bella? Do you like me touching you?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to fuck you when we get home. Are you ready?"

Yes. A million times yes.

I lost the power of speech but nodded with everything I had.

"I feel you getting close. I want to see your face when you come on my fingers."

An orgasm tore through me soon after, and I tried not to scream out too loudly from the pleasure rolling through my body. A wave of peaceful bliss followed as Edward softened his strokes, easing me down from my high.

"You're so beautiful."

He kissed me tenderly until the car came to a stop.

He pulled my skirt down again, grinning at me before getting out. I'd barely stepped out of the car when he lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder. I was too shocked at the fact I was hanging upside down that I barely put up a fight.

He sprinted up the steps and inside, and I prayed we wouldn't pass Hannah on the way. I'd never be able to face her again from the mortification.

"Edward!" I whisper-shouted, slapping his butt. "Put me down."

"No."

He carried me all the way to the third floor and didn't even break a sweat.

At least I didn't have to worry about whether he was in shape.

My world was righted as he placed me on his bed, and I glanced around at his room. Our room now. It was huge, but I didn't get much time to observe my surroundings. My sights set on Edward, who crawled over me looking very predatory.

By the bulge in his pants, he was still quite ready to go. I swallowed a few times, watching his eyes as he took off my sandals and tossed them across the room.

"Don't be scared. I'm going to take very good care of you." His hands slid up my legs, finding the zipper to my skirt and pulling it down.

"I'm not scared." Although, I was…just a little.

The closest I had ever come to having sex was a fumbling display following my junior prom. Riley had been a freshman in college and came back for me. He'd rented the hotel room and everything. Unfortunately, our intimate moment was interrupted by our partying "friends" and the night ended with him passed out drunk instead of deflowering me.

I broke up with him two days later.

Edward wasn't going to let anything get in his way, of that I was sure. And I was ready for it.

He smiled at me, and I wondered if he could hear my heart pounding. His hands moved to the hem of my shirt, gently tugging it off and tossing it next to my skirt on the floor. He leaned over me, and I tried not to be embarrassed as his hungry eyes roamed from my head to my toes and back up again.

"You're stunning, Bella." He kissed me again.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the way his hands and lips trailed slowly down my body, as if he wanted every inch of my skin to be branded by his touch. My breath caught when he removed my panties and bra, and I propped myself up on my elbows to frown at him.

"What's wrong?"

I waved my arm at him. "You're still dressed. It's not fair."

He chuckled, and my eyes widened as he started unbuttoning his shirt. My lips parted as more and more of his skin was revealed. His sculpted chest had just a sprinkling of hair. My gaze moved down as he removed the rest. I wanted to run my fingers along his abs and the trail of hair at his navel, which led down to where his fingers worked on the button of his pants.

My skin flushed as he kicked off his pants and boxers. I knew he was watching me, but I couldn't take my eyes off his cock.

It was long, pink, perfect.

I looked up again to find him fixed on my face as he crawled back on the bed.

"Is this better?" His sinful voice made me tremble.

I nodded and bit my lip, loving the way his eyes narrowed at my mouth. He licked his bottom lip.

"I'm going to taste you now."

I thought that meant he was going kiss me again, but I couldn't have been more wrong. I gulped when his hands gently spread my legs and he settled his face between my thighs. He used his fingers to stroke me lightly, keeping his eyes fixed on mine.

My elbows finally gave out, and I fell back on the bed, panting as his tongue joined in.

I'd never felt anything so amazing in my life.

He licked and stroked and sucked, and I cried out from the sensations. My hands fisted in the sheets at my sides when he brought one arm over to lock my hips in place.

Time seemed to stand still, and I had no idea how much passed. All I could do was feel. Everything else went away. When I came apart, I literally saw stars, and was barely aware that he'd moved to align himself with me, his hips settled between my legs and his lips covering mine.

I tasted myself in his kisses.

My hands slid up his back, eager to feel his skin as much as he'd gotten to feel mine. I began memorizing the way his muscles strained and tensed under my touch.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his breathy whispers tickling my lips. "We can stop now if you want. I need you to tell me you're sure."

I opened my eyes, finding his staring down at me. Desire, concern, lust, care, and maybe affection swirled alongside the flecks of gold in a sea of green.

"Yes, I'm sure. I want this. I want you."

He brushed the hair from my face before kissing me so sweetly that my toes curled.

"Hold onto me, baby," he whispered.

It was the last thing he said before pushing inside me.

I gasped from the shock of him filling me up, but the pain wasn't as much as I'd anticipated. He panted against the skin of my neck, waiting for my body to adjust to his. The pinching feeling never quite went away, but I bucked my hips against him.

"I'm okay," I told him.

He moaned into my ear as he pulled out and pushed in again slowly. "You feel so good."

We moved together, and I instinctively ground my pelvis with his every thrust. He was gentle with me, and I knew he held himself back, trying to make it pleasurable.

He lifted his chest up with one arm, kissing me deeply. The initial uncomfortable feeling was replaced by an incomparable warmth.

I opened my eyes to inundate my already overwhelmed senses with the sight of him. He was watching me and pressed his forehead to mine, his breath flowing over my face from his parted lips.

"Bella." It was no more than a whisper, but it blared meaningfully in head.

He was close, but holding back.

My body responded to his plea, the slow build-up of heat so close to the verge of exploding again. When he reached between us to stroke me, it was the push that sent me over the edge.

My fingers dug into his shoulders as I moaned out in pleasure. His sweaty body pressed down on mine after I came, and he threw my leg over his hip, pushing into me faster and harder.

He groaned against my neck, thrusting deep as he released.

In that moment, with Edward inside me, covering me, his intoxicating, masculine smell surrounding me, it was the first time I'd felt so close to anyone. I wanted to grab and hang on to the intimacy with everything I had and never let it go. I savored his weight when he collapsed on top of me and relished the soft kisses he placed on my neck and shoulders.

I ran my fingers through his hair, our bodies still melded together and calming from our highs. Eventually, he raised his head up until our faces were close together. He wore a satisfied smile, and I wondered if I looked as happy as his did.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded. "Yes."

He traced my lips before kissing me again. "Thank you for giving me that."

Yep, I'd given Mr. Smugs my V-card. I didn't regret it.

"Thank you for making it good. I've heard plenty of horror stories about first times."

He chuckled, and his eyes danced as he looked down at me.

"It will only get better."

He sealed that promise with a kiss before lifting himself off me to lie down at my side.

I didn't know how much time passed as we silently faced each other in the afterglow. Every once in a while, he would brush a piece of hair from my face or give me a kiss. It was sweet.

"Let's go to Vegas."

Well, that came out of nowhere. I raised my eyebrow at him.

"What?"

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling my body flush to his.

"Vegas. We can fly out there, get married, and then I'll take you wherever you want to go for a honeymoon. Anyplace in the world."

He nuzzled my neck, and my heart stuttered.

"Um…don't you have to work?"

He chuckled against my skin, his chest vibrating against mine.

"Jasper can take care of things. I think it's okay to take time off to get married."

I didn't know who Jasper was, but Edward made a good point.

"What about your family? Won't they be upset if you elope?"

"Are you trying to avoid tying the knot, Mrs. Cullen? You know that's part of the package." His fingers trailed along my ribs before he tickled my waist.

I laughed as I tried to wiggle away from his hold.

"No, I'm only trying to bring some logic and reason to your crazy."

He growled in my ear and put his hand on my hip to still me.

"Careful, my Bella. You'll have me hard again if you keep moving like that."

I swallowed as my skin flushed. "You shouldn't tickle me then. It's your fault."

"It really turns me on when you talk back."

He took my hand and wrapped it around his hardening cock.

I looked at his face. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

He broke out in laughter, flopping over to lie on his back with his arm covering his eyes. My hand released Smugs Jr., and I watched with fascination as it smacked against his stomach and bounced off.

Very quick and versatile. Like a gymnast.

I giggled to myself.

He lifted his arm and narrowed his eyes at me.

"What are you laughing at?" He raised his head to look down at himself.

"Oh, nothing."

Men are so sensitive.

I sat up and slowly stretched out my arms and legs, purposely giving Edward an eyeful.

That's what he got for always staring.

He suddenly lunged, pinning me down on the bed under him.

"Don't tease me, Bella."

He tried to look fierce, but I could only laugh at him.

"Why? Are you going to punish me?"

He stared down at me for a minute before breaking out into a grin.

"We're going to have a lot of fun."

I knew he was referring to more than just tonight. I hoped he was right.

He moved down my body, taking one nipple in his mouth while kneading my other breast. I moaned and gripped his hair.

"So, Vegas?" he asked, lifting his head up.

I groaned. "You aren't going to shut up until you get what you want, are you?"

"No." His tongue swirled my skin, making me ache for him again.

I couldn't even be properly exasperated with him because his tongue was distracting me.

When he lifted himself, and I felt no more licks and touches, I opened my eyes to glare. He was perched over me on his hands and knees, eyebrows raised. I knew he was waiting for an answer.

"Fine, whatever. Viva Las Vegas."

Marriage. No big deal, right?

I could do this.

But his getting his way all the damn time was really going to wear on my nerves.

~~~*~~~NOP~~~*~~~

The next day I was back on a plane, flying across the country again to get married. Edward had kept me up, or maybe I had kept him up, most of the night.

Who knew I was a sex addict all this time?

He seemed to have unlocked some lurking nymphomaniac hidden under my flannel shirts.

The only problem was the soreness making me walk funny today. I yelled at Edward a few times when he remarked on my slight limp.

My sexually-induced handicap only added to his smugness...like he needed any more ego. It was surprising his head fit through doorways as it was.

I glanced at my phone, scrolling through the twenty or so text messages from Alice, while Edward sat next to me, rubbing my thigh with his hand.

I knew I needed to call her, but it was going to be difficult to explain what was happening without telling her all of the truth. I sighed again as I read through her messages, each new one more urgent than the last.

"What's wrong?"

I peeked over at him. He was so gorgeous; it was hard to believe what had happened over the last couple days.

How was it possible I was about to marry this man?

I sighed at his question.

"Alice." I took his offered hand and laced my fingers with his. "I have to call her back. I just don't know what to say without saying it all. What are we going to tell people?"

"I sent my PR firm a statement this morning," he told me.

My mouth dropped open.

He did what?

"Were you not going to tell me?"

"Yes, I was…I am. I'm telling you now."

I tried to take my hand away, but he gripped it tighter. His disregard for including me made me angry.

"I can see we're going to have to work on the part where you discuss decisions with me before you go off and do something that affects me too."

"It's not a big deal, Bella. Don't make more out of it than it is."

He made me want to scream, and not in a good way.

"I don't even know what it is yet, so enlighten me."

His hand brushed through his hair. "Page six had pictures and the story of me proposing to you outside Tiffany's. I had to send out a statement. It will be easier this way. You have to trust me; I've been doing this for a long time."

Apparently someone in the audience on the sidewalk chose to tell the NY Post.

"So to ward off gossip, you sent them more gossip?"

"No, I gave a short statement, confirming my engagement and thanked them for respecting our privacy."

I snorted. "Respect our privacy? I'm sure that will do the trick."

He smiled. "It shouldn't be too bad. If you give them a little, they're not quite as ravenous. Besides, I didn't give them your name."

I frowned. Did he not want anyone to know who I was? Was I his shameful secret?

He must have seen I was upset because he turned in his seat and leaned over to kiss me.

"I only wanted to wait until after we're married. Then I will send in another statement announcing our marriage. Believe me, I can't wait to tell everyone that you're mine."

He warmed me right up with his words and kisses, and I relaxed about the media statements.

"All that aside, what are we going to tell our friends and your family?"

He leaned back in his seat, his head still turned toward me. "There's really only one thing we can say. We tell them we met through the scholarship mix-up, and when you came to New York, it was love at first sight."

I nodded slowly, and in my heart of hearts, I wished that was the truth. I tried to ignore the pang in my chest.

"Okay, I guess that's what we'll go with. I need to call Alice back now, so I suppose we'll see how it goes over."

I hesitated with the phone in my hand, glancing at Edward again. I still wasn't sure if I could keep this big of a secret from my best friend. He didn't understand how persuasive she could be when she wanted information.

"What would happen if Alice did find out the truth? Would our agreement be over?" I bit my lip anxiously.

His thumb stroked the skin on my hand. It was comforting.

"No, I wouldn't want to end things because your best friend knew the truth. You understand why I want to keep it between the two of us, right? It's for your protection."

Of course. I would be seen as a whore. Nobody wanted to marry a whore.

"I understand," I told him with a nod. I took a couple deep breaths and hit Alice's number.

She answered immediately.

"Bella? Where the hell are you? Why haven't you called me? What's going on? I think I have gray hair from worrying about you for the last forty-eight hours."

I pulled the phone away from my ear and let her get the screaming out of her system.

"Are you finished?" I finally asked.

She huffed loudly. "I'm waiting for an explanation."

"I'm sorry for not calling earlier; it's been kind of a whirlwind." I crossed my fingers. "Alice, he's amazing and wonderful. It really has been like a fairytale. I love him and he loves me. We're eloping right now. We're getting married."

Her screaming returned, and I wasn't sure if it was happy, angry, or pure disbelief. It took a few minutes before I could return the phone to my ear, and I glared at Edward's amused expression.

"Are you done yelling yet?" I asked after a brief pause in the noise.

"Have you lost your mind?"

"No, I'm perfectly lucid. I know it's unbelievable, but you have to admit it's romantic." I stuck my tongue out at Edward before continuing. "I feel like Cinderella. He's completely swept me off my feet." I rolled my eyes.

Unease sat heavy in the pit of my stomach as I distorted the truth.

"Where are you right now?"

"We're on a plane to Vegas."

"He's there with you?"

I laughed. "Yes. I could hardly get married alone, could I?"

She snarled at me. "Smartass! Give him the phone."

Hmm. I didn't know about that.

"Alice, I…"

She didn't let me get far before cutting me off.

"PUT HIM ON THE PHONE!"

I tossed the phone at Edward, his expression wary as he put it to his ear.

"Miss Brandon."

I snickered as her screams echoed around the cabin of the plane. Edward let go of my hand, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"No, I haven't brainwashed her."

Scream.

"No, I haven't kidnapped her."

More screams.

"No, she is not under the influence of narcotics."

I giggled, and Edward leaned in close, holding the phone away from his face.

"I'll get you for this," he whispered in my ear.

My stomach fluttered, and I pushed him away as he chuckled.

He cleared his throat, returning to the conversation.

"Alice, I plan to make Bella extremely happy. She has quite literally flipped my world upside down, and I don't apologize for never wanting to let her go."

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight.

"Yes, I look forward to meeting you as soon as you arrive in New York."

He frowned, and I wondered what Alice was saying to him.

"Well, if that's what Bella wants then she will have it. This was spur of the moment." He looked at me again. "No! Don't even insinuate that. I couldn't be happier than to be marrying her."

"What is she saying?" I whispered.

He shook his head. After another few minutes of back and forth, I finally took the phone back.

"Alice, I'm happy. I want you to be happy for me."

She was silent for a minute.

"You know I want nothing but the best for you. I love you. This is so unlike you though. Are you sure you want to do this?"

I closed my eyes, feeling awful for worrying her so much.

"Yes, I'm sure. You'll get to meet him in a couple weeks. I promise, you're going to love him."

She sighed, and I knew she was relenting.

"Where are you going after you get married?"

"Um…Fiji."

She squealed loudly, but I was glad she finally sounded happy instead of worried. "You are sooo lucky! How long are you going to stay?"

"I think about a week. I'm not really sure yet."

"I guess it's a good thing I dragged you on that trip to Vancouver, or else you probably wouldn't have a passport."

That was quite true. Once Edward knew I had a passport with me, he'd excitedly listed places around the world we could go. I ended up pulling a world map up on his laptop and covered my eyes before randomly picking a spot. My finger landed in the Pacific Ocean, but he deemed it close enough to Fiji to make it our destination.

"So, is he as good looking in person as he was in the pictures?"

My body flushed from her question, and I turned away from Edward.

"Better. So much better."

She chuckled, and I wished I had her with me to sit down and gossip with.

"Bella, did you sleep with him?"

"I can't talk about this right now," I whispered, trying to ignore Edward tittering next to me.

"Oh, my God! You did!" I could picture her bouncing off the walls. "Did it hurt? Was it good? Does he have a big dick? I need details!"

I groaned. She was killing me. I just hoped Edward hadn't heard all those questions.

"Isabella Marie Swan, do not think you can hold out on me!"

"Alice, I promise we'll have a day all to ourselves as soon as you get to New York. We can catch up on everything."

"Humph. Fine. I'll let you off the hook for the moment, but you're spilling everything soon, sister."

I sighed with relief and finally got her off the phone after a long good-bye session.

It didn't escape my notice that Edward's phone had been blowing up. I watched him send off another text before he looked over at me.

"Is she okay now?"

I nodded at him. "She'll be fine. As long as I'm happy, she'll be happy." I glanced down at his phone. "What's going on with you?"

"News of our engagement is making the rounds." He grinned at me. "Let's just say that my family is more shocked than Alice."

I wrung my hands. It seemed like we were causing a lot of drama.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned in close. His finger trailed over my nose and traced my lips.

"Yes."

He kissed me, and everything went back to feeling right.

Bella jumps in with both feet. I'm eager to hear your thoughts on this chapter.

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