A/N: *Waves to new followers* I've had over 100 new followers in the past week, which is fantastic but also slightly terrifying! Thanks to everyone who has added Calendar Guys to their read list and everyone who has reviewed.

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Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight.

Chapter 13

Bella arched her back under the hot studio lights as Paul raked his fingers down her inner thighs and pushed her knees apart, with a wolfish grin on his face. He lowered his head down between her legs and kissed her. His hot tongue contrasted deliciously with the coolness of his breath, sending shivers down Bella's spine. She writhed in pleasure, gripping him by his dark hair to pull him closer into her.

As she lay back blissfully on the rose petal-covered bed, Riley leaned in to kiss her deeply, his lips trailing softly down her neck before closing wetly around her left breast. Bella moaned as she felt his tongue flickering around her nipple, his finger mirroring the motion on her other side. Her senses were on fire. Two gorgeous guys licking the most sensitive parts of her body. It was almost too much to take.

"Yes Bella, that looks great. You're so fucking beautiful." Edward stood behind the camera, capturing every frame of her pleasure on film. She stared down the lens at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust, and cried out as Paul quickened the pace with his tongue and slipped his fingers inside of her. She was physically aching for more.

As if reading her mind, Bella suddenly felt a pair of strong arms around her back, pulling her up from the bed and setting her down onto Carlisle's naked lap. She kissed him passionately, raising herself up on her knees and sliding back down onto his hardness. She groaned into his mouth, relishing the feeling of him filling her. God, this feels so damn good. She'd almost forgotten. As she rocked herself up and down his length, two muscular arms appeared around her waist from behind. Emmett.

What about Rosalie? thought Bella. Fuck Rosalie, you saw him first, said the vampy voice inside her head, as Emmett moved his big hands up to graze her nipples, his erection rubbing hot and hard against her back. She broke away from the kiss with Carlisle, closed her eyes and threw her head back against Emmett's muscular chest, giving his hands the freedom to explore her body.

As Edward's camera clicked away to the rhythm of her racing heart, Bella could feel herself getting near to climax. Judging by Carlisle's ragged breaths, he was close as well. She opened her eyes, hungry to see him come.

She was no longer sitting astride Carlisle. Instead of blond hair, there was bronze; instead of blue eyes, golden. She gasped.

Edward.

oOo

Bella's eyes flew open and she sat bolt upright in bed, panting to catch her breath. What the fuck just happened?

She was caught up in a tangle of emotions – lust, guilt, pleasure, shame, most of all confusion. She'd had some pretty weird sex dreams before, but this was the first time her subconscious had planted her slap-bang onto Edward Cullen's dick. It didn't mean anything, she told herself.

It wouldn't be the first time she'd dreamt of making out with someone really inappropriate – her biology teacher Mr. Molina, Mike's best friend Tyler, heck, even Rosalie one occasion. Clearly, Edward was just on her mind because she'd spent yesterday afternoon with him. In his boxer shorts, the little devil on her shoulder added. She shook her head. It didn't mean anything.

Sure, she could admit she'd seen a sweeter, slightly less irritating side of Edward yesterday. Caring, even. Cute, at a push. But that didn't change the fact he was a still a total dork with an annoying habit of cock-blocking her from the real men. He was not sex fantasy material.

Bella reached over to her bedside locker and pulled out her vibrator, an old birthday present from Rose. She snuggled back under the covers and tried desperately to cling on to the rapidly fading remnants of her dream.

"It still doesn't mean anything," she muttered to herself, as she fumbled with the 'on' switch.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter - I'm planning to post more over the next day or two. Mr. May is on his way! Please review! :)