Hey guys. First of all, as always, have to thank everybody who reads, reviews etc. I'm really glad you like it. I think I already said this, but this story was never meant to be a long one, so I'm thinking only one or two chaps before it's done.

I guess I needed to write this silly story to make a little break from angst and drama, and publish something light and funny. Hopefully, I suceeded in that. :)

Anyway, as usual...Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. I just like having fun with these characters.

Chapter 4

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Don't you look dashing!"

He grinned. "Thanks. Come in."

I pouted playfully. "What, no compliments for me tonight?"

Twirling around slowly, I saw the way his eyes were watching me, glazing over my figure, from top to bottom, observing my ass, waist, and stopping, as usual, to check out my ladies. Yes, it was very much obvious that Edward was a boob man.

He grinned sinfully, pulling me toward him only to put his arms around my waist, his fingers lightly but surely resting on my butt.

And an ass man, as well.

"What do you want me to say? How beautiful you look? Sexy? Fuckable?"

I smirked. "Yes. I want to you to say all of those things."

"Greedy aren't we?"

"For your touch? Always."

He smiled gently, giving me a chaste kiss before letting me go so he could check out on our dinner.

Following him inside, I saw just how much effort he had put in the table decoration. Dude had style, that was for sure.

"Wow, this looks nice. Very fancy. You even lighted the candles. If I didn't know you, I'd think you'd actually did all this in hopes to get laid tonight."

He grinned, coming closer, pulling out a chair for me to sit down. "For your information, I don't need to make an effort this big to get laid. I don't chase women, they chase me, and no wonder, just check me out. I'm a hot piece of ass."

I smirked. "That you are, but you are also a bit too cocky for your age, and no woman likes that."

He grinned. "Oh no? Then why are you still here then?"

He had me there and he knew it. "What? No answer? Did I just succeed in getting Bella Swan speechless? That would be a first."

"Hey, I'm just here to get my belly filled with delicious food, and if by some miracle I get wooed, I'll be a happy woman. In fact, I just might allow you to get to second base."

"Haven't we done that already?"

A grin. "Getting a little greedy aren't we?"

"When I'm near you? Always."

I might have swooned just a bit, and by the victorious grin on his face, he knew that.

After we got our tummies filled with food, we slowly walked to the living room, and when I mean slow, I mean painstakingly slow, and by us, I mean just me.

I groaned. "I'm so full I can't even move right now."

As always, a cocky smirk was there. "Pun intended?"

I huffed. "You wish."

He put his arm over the sofa, letting me lean on it. It was a difficult job to move half an inch toward him, but I'm proud to say I did it.

"I'm just gonna stay right here, if you don't mind, and when it passes enough of time for me to actually feel my legs and arms again, I'm gonna do a little surprise just for you."

"What kind of surprise?"

I moved just a bit more so my head could lean on his chest, showing a small smirk.

"Something that both of us might enjoy."

"How about you give me a little clue?"

"It might start with a letter b."

"Blowjob?"

I snorted lightly. "No. Brownies. Get your head out the gutter, loverboy."

"Ha! Right. As if that's possible around you."

"Aww. That's sweet. See, you can even make a woman swoon without trying. That's a gift."

"And yet, only you are quirky enough to think that as a swoon worthy compliment."

"Says who?"

A smirk. "Me."

Rolling eyes."Whatever. And I'm not that weird."

Grin. "Yeah, you kind of are, but I wouldn't want you any other way."

"Awwww. I would kiss you right now, but I'm too comfy to move."

"Too bad, and here I'm using all my sweet talk to woo you, and for what, rejection? That hurts Swan. I'm wounded."

"Oh shush you. Let me rest for a few moments before I have to force myself to go home."

"You know…you can just spend the night with me."

"What?"I murmured, my eyes closing, sleep suddenly overwhelming me.

"Stay the night. Sleep here."

"You sure?"

A kiss on my forehead. "Yes."

"Just to warn you," I say, my words unclear and dragging, "I snore. And drool. A lot."

He chuckles. "So I've heard."

"Okay. Night, night sexy Ginger boy."

He murmurs something else but I'm already asleep.

Slowly opening my eyes, I observe the space I'm currently in. Doesn't look very familiar, so while stretching, I try to remember about yesterday and how I've ended up here.

Ah, yes, now I remember. Edward actually asked me to stay after I fell asleep on him. Again. Man, gotta stop doing that.

After I get up, and decide to take a shower, I relish in it.

That's when I hear a loud noise of removing shower curtains. It's Edward.

"Holy shit, you scared me," I say, quickly taking the first towel I find and cover myself. It's not really covering me well since it's mostly wet, and clings to my body, not to mention that the towel is white, tiny-barely covering my chest and ass altogether- and probably very much see-through.

"What the hell are you doing?"

His smirk is lazy, eyes blinking and adjusting to the light still. "Taking a shower," he answers with a 'duh' tone.

"Now? Couldn't you have done that later?"

He shrugs. "I could have, yeah, but having you on the display like this makes my sudden shower much more…appealing. Wouldn't you agree?" his fingers teasing my flesh, making me shiver involuntarily. "Also, while I'm at it, why not try to save up on the water bill."

"Save up? You're a billionare."

"A milionare, not a bilionare, there's a difference Bella," he answers, but the tone of his voice shows he's teasing.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Here's a question for you now, why are you hiding?" he asks, while trying to pull off my towel with a smirk.

"Am not."

"No? Then you'll have no problem throwing the towel to the floor."

"Don't think so."

"Why?" he asks, pulling on the towel still.

"Maybe because I don't want to?"

"Are you asking or telling?"

"Telling," I say with a firm nod.

"Bella," he whispers seriously, "you know that you have nothing to be embarrassed about, right?"

I bit my lip but say, "yes."

He smiles warmly. "Good. Now take it off."

I smile too. "And if I don't want to?"

His grin is pure evil. "Then I'll just have to make you."

And he does. He strolls toward me-yes, strolls- making me trapped between the wall and him. He starts kissing me, stroking every little uncovered part of my body, making it tremble with need.

His hand slides down my leg, my knee, further still, and coming up, teasing me and leaving me breathless all the while his lips are covering my skin with soft, light, kisses that make me insane. Kisses everywhere but the places I desperately want him to.

"Give in," he whispers, his hands gliding slowly upwards.

"No," I whisper, although I know if he asks me once more, I would do it in a heartbeat.

"Yes. Take it off. Now."

"Are you asking or demanding, because you know just how much I get wet when you're talking in that specific tone."

"Now," he says, voice strong, controlling, but his lips and roaming hands are anything but.

And I do. In my mind, it looks sexy and adorable even, but in the actual world, you know, outside of my imagination, it was anything but.

All the while I was struggling with the stupid towel, Edward laughed his ass off at my idiocy, and yes, even as momentarily annoyed as I am right now, I still find his smile cute, and adorkable.

"You finally done?" he asks with a grin.

"What do you think?" I ask, feeling his eyes all over my body, all the way to my cooch. Interestingly enough, Nessie is nowhere to be heard.

"Beautiful," he breaths silently, and I know, see, that he's telling the truth.

His eyes remove from my body to my lips and leans over to take mine in his. We take our time, just kissing, his hands taking mine and putting them above my hands, letting them rest against the tiles.

"Don't move," he whispers to me and I obey, my body curious as to what his plans are.

While his lips are traveling down my throat and making a path to my throat, collarbones and back, his hands are traveling down my girls, and God, I have no current words to explain what his touch does to my body.

"Don't stop," I find myself begging.

"Never," he promises.

His fingers soon enough find themselves on Nessie and I gasp, all the while wanting more. Needing more. And he gives that and so much more. His thumb circles my clit while two of his other fingers are thrusting inside of me. In no time, I feel my orgasm approaching, making my body explode, spreading heat all over my body, and I all but scream his name, trying everything for this extreme pleasure to last as long as possible.

"Damn, you sure know how to show a girl a good time."

He grins with satisfaction, kissing me on the lips. "I do aim to please in any way possible."

"And please me you do. Now, how about I return the favor?"

Edward and I drive to work together, and as soon as I come in, Alice is there, jumping vibrantly with curiosity. Great. I bet she's gonna nag me to tell her every little detail about yesterday.

"Go," is all he whispers to me before sending a wink my way, walking right into his office and with a silent sound, closes the door.

"Spill!" she yells, pulling me towards the counter, and then just stares at me with those big brown eyes that are buzzing so brightly that there is no choice in avoiding this, so I sigh, stalling just a few moments before starting to speak.

"What do you want to know?"

"Well," she starts, sounding all coy, "I see you're wearing the same clothes as yesterday so can I assume that you spent the night at his place?"

"Yes."

"So…what did you do?"

"He made us some delicious dinner, and after I was done stuffing my stomach with chicken alfredo like a pig, he asked me to stay the night."

"That's it? Come on, give me some details! Don't make me beg here! Did you do the nasty? Have you seen his dick? Is it big? I bet it's 7 inches at least."

"I'm not talking about Edward's peen in public Alice, especially not since he's just a few steps away from us, and definitely not while we're at work."

"There's nobody here Bella."

"I can see that."

"You're not gonna tell me a thing, will you?" she whines.

"Nope. A girl doesn't kiss and tell. At least this one."

She smiles. "So there was kissing involved? Does this include some other parts than the lips?"

I smirk. "Maybe."

"And…"

"You're really not giving up are you?"

She grins. "Nope."

"Fine. All I'm gonna say is that he has magical fingers, and he's not afraid to use them. Or lips, for that matter."

Then she suddenly honest to God squeals. "Really?! I'm so happy for you!"

"Um… thanks?"

"You're welcome," she says with a laugh, hugging me in the process.

Yeah…and here Edward says I'm the one who's nutty here.

"You done with that?"Edward asks, twirling his car keys around his finger while I'm currently mopping up the floor.

"Yep, just need to change my clothes."

"You can do that later. Come on, I'm taking you home."

"Yours or mine?"

A smirk."What do you think?"

"Lead the way sexy. But if you want me to stay at your place, we'll have to stop by mine first to get stocked up on clothes."

"Deal."

After quickly fixing myself something to eat, I take a shower, and shave quickly everything that is important. After I'm done, I decide to wear a piece that I've bought months ago but never really wore until now. It's black, lacy and feels very smooth as I'm currently trying it on.

I look myself in the mirror and whistle. With this black push up, I actually look like I have something in the chest area, and legs that just go on and on.

After taking another look, I decide to just wear my silky robe.

Oh yeah, time for Nessie to finally get some alone time with Butch.

As I walk inside the living room I see Edward talking on the phone, doing a constant little circle between the desk and the couch.

Huh, I wonder who's calling him at this hour.

I lean against the door, waiting for him to be done.

As soon as he looks at me, his eyes widen, the color of green is instantly replaced with black. There's lust in his eyes, ready to devour me.

"I'll have to call you later, okay? I have some…unfinished business to do. Yeah, okay. Bye."

"Who was that?"

"Not important. Bella... what are you wearing?"

"A robe."

"And underneath it?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I would, actually."

"Why don't you come here and take a look then?"

And boy does he. He walks just like a predator, making me his prey. But I'm not afraid, instead, I let him slide the robe off my body, letting it slowly fall down.

I hear a small intake of breath, waiting for his touch, but it doesn't come.

"Edward, I'm not a museum, you know that, right?"

He says nothing, instead takes a small step closer.

The way his finger slides from my face to shoulder makes my body shudder, in a good way, of course.

I gulp expectantly, even clear my throat. "Edward?" My voice is small, but strong.

"Hmmmm?" he asks, voice cool, eyes following his movements.

"Why do you like me?"

"Isn't it obvious?"he says with a snort in his voice, like what I'm asking is the stupidest question.

"I'm serious."

"Bella," he answers, finally looking me in the eyes. "You're sexy, funny,witty, not afraid to be yourself in front of me, and don't even care that I'm filthy rich. With you, I really feel like I can be myself, behave like a cocky asshole and a perv, and still, you'll like me for me, and not because of my money. And of course, the last but certainly not the least important…"

"Which is?" I interrupted.

"I know it's a bit too early to say this but…"

"But?"

"I think I'm falling for you."

Smiling, I silence him with a kiss, and with a pull, bring him to his bedroom, where both of us show with every small significant touch, every moan or groan that reaches our lips just how much we care for each other.