A/N: leaving up the hiatus status, just in case. I'm not Stephenie Meyer and I don't reread what I write so the mistakes are inevitable and plentiful. On another note... tell me you love me :D
Monday morning I woke around nine to my phone ringing, I tried to ignore it at first, but then when the ringing stopped it only started again. Edward was gone by now, he'd left hours ago and left me in serious need of some extra sleep. Honestly, I had no idea how the man kept running on as little sleep as we got without losing his edge.
Eyes still closed I felt my way through the rumpled sheets and under my pillow before coming out victorious with my phone in hand. "Hello," I answered, my voice thick with sleep and I cleared my throat. "Hello?"
"Bella," Alice's frantic voice responded. "Oh thank God I got a hold of you! I need the mother-in-law of all favors. I'm at the seamstress sorting out this catastrophe of an order for my kids' recital and Jasper left this really important contract at the house and he's with the client right now so he can't leave and if I leave now…"
"Wait Alice.. Alice.. slow down. What do you need?" I sighed, rubbing my face with my free hand and sitting up in bed.
"I need you to go to the apartment and grab some paperwork and take it down to Jasper at the office. It's in his study, sitting on the edge of his desk in a blue folder."
I walked into the front lobby Cullen Enterprises feeling severely out of place. All around me women in pant suits bustled around in their sensible heels and men in Armani chatted idly in small groups or flowed steadily in an out of the building. I'd never seen a business so.. busy. It was like something out of a summer romance movie set on wall street or something.
I tried to ignore how under-dressed I was; clearly I didn't belong here - in my tight jeans and silver terry wrap shirt. In the name of time, since time was of the essence according to Alice, I'd pinned my hair back out of my face and opted for flats. At least I'd taken the time to put on a bit of make up.
As I headed towards the elevator a tall blond woman stood with an almost smirk, "excuse me. Can I help you with something?" I didn't like the way that she looked me up and down, her eyes judging me just like Irina the waitress had when she saw me in Edward Cullen's world.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I planted my feet and stood up straight, plastering a sweet smile. "No thank you, Mr. Whitlock is expecting me." My fingers tapped the blue folder and I continued towards the elevator.
The woman scoffed and hurried around her desk to catch up with me as I pressed the button for the elevator. "Excuse me," she said rudely, "but you can't go up there." Her long boney fingers grasped the folder and she tried to pull it from my hand, "Anything that needs to be delivered to Mr. Whitlock I will deliver myself." I saw the glint in her eye and realized it wasn't just Alice's brother that all the women were after, but her husband too.
"No, excuse me! I was told to personally make sure that Mr. Whitlock received this and I intend to do so." Before the bitch could retort the elevator opened and a frantic looking Emmett stepped out.
"Oh Bella, thank god!" He wrapped a giant arm around my shoulders and scooped me into the elevator before the doors could close again. "Thank you, Tanya; I'll take it from here," Emmett smiled dismissively and pressed the button for the proper floor. "You are a life saver, I thought Edward was going to rupture something when Jasper told him he left this at home. When Alice couldn't bring it I thought for sure we were toast but thank god for you, you angelic woman!" Emmett placed a big, dramatic kiss on my cheek and I felt myself blush.
"You're welcome, I was really only supposed to bring the file. I'm not really dressed to be…"
"Oh whatever," he waved me off in a way that was so much like Edward might but much less formal and much more… Emmett. The man was such a charmer and I loved him instantly.
The elevator stopped on the top floor and Emmett pulled me out, rapping on Edward's office door before poking his head in. "Got a surprise for you, Ed," he announced, pushing me inside with a wink and shutting the door behind him. I laughed and shook my head as he laughed, looking over to Edward whose tense posture seemed to relax some and his eyes got bright when he saw me.
"Hello beautiful," he smiled at me, angling his chair away from his desk and opening his arms for me to come to him. I couldn't help the bashful smile on my face as I approached him, he pulled me into his lap when I came to stop in front of him; I squeaked.
"I wasn't going to bother you; I was just going to drop off the file to Jasper but then Emmett met me in the lobby and brought me up." Edward placed small kisses along my shoulder and collarbone where he could reach, cashing a shiver to rise up my back and cutting off my train of thought.
"You could never bother me baby. If anything, you're exactly what I need." There was suggestion in the way that he said need and I nearly moaned, feeling myself dampen between my legs. One of his hands snaked up my inner thigh and he squeezed, almost hard, just where I like it. "Lock the door," he whispered. "There's something I've always wanted to do."
I didn't object; I practically jumped out of his lap and scuttled across to the door, turning the lock and checking that the doors were secured. When I turned around he was leaning against the front of his desk, his tie loosened and his jacket thrown over the back of his chair. He was watching me through dark, hooded eyes and I felt my knees go a little weak as I walked back to him.
I stepped up against his body and he wrapped a hand around the back of neck, pull my lips to his with hot demand. As we kissed I worked his tie off and began unbuttoning his shirt, pausing when I reached the waist of his pants and pulling the bottom free before finishing. I unbuckled his belt and thrust my hand down the front of his slacks, finding him hard and ready for me. Edward groaned into my mouth when I gripped him firmly and I felt the goosebumps break out across my skin. Now it was my turn.
Edward turned us so that I was against the edge of the desk and reached for the bottom of my shirt. We broke our kiss as he pulled my shirt over my head and looked down at my breasts and smoothed a hand over my stomach. I was thin but not too thin; I wasn't fit, I had slight curves and was more soft than I was muscular. My metabolism was decent but working out was my enemy.
"You are so sexy," his words were practically a growl and I bit my lip nervously. "I don't think that I will ever get my fill of you, Isabella Swan." This time I blushed and Edward gently wrapped his hand around my wrist, pulling my hand from his pants before reaching for the button of my jeans. I took his prompt and pushed down my jeans, stepping out of my flats and then my pants but I left my panties in place.
Almost forcefully, Edward turned me so that I was facing away from him and he pushed me forward, over his desk, and pressed himself against my ass. I moaned, feeling his hard length and the roughness of his zipper through the thin material of my lingerie. He pulled away from me and I heard the zipper of his pants and then the sound of the material hitting the floor. One of Edward's hands came over my shoulder and reached forward to tilt my chin up so that I was looking out the window instead of at his desk. It was a beautiful view; a perfect skyline of distant buildings and clouds; this was what he wanted to do.
In one swift motion, Edward gripped my underwear near my core and I felt the slight pinch around my hips as he yanked them until they tore; then he was in me. He slammed home with so much force I almost lurched forward. I was forced to find anchor for my hands as he placed one of his hands on my shoulder and the other on my hip before he began moving in and out of me, setting a punishing pace.
"Oh God," I moaned, trying to control my palms slipped along the surface of his desk with the force of his thrusts and I involuntarily closed my eyes.
"Open," he snapped, his voice husky and dominant. "I want you to look out there Bella," he said, his voice faltering slightly as he grunted from exertion. My eyes snapped open and I felt myself getting closer to the brink, the sound of his voice so raw and rough turning me on even more than I already was. He was right; I would never get enough of Edward, either.
He pulled me up, my back to his front and continued to tilt his hips so that he slid in and out. Edward's lips found my ear and he sucked in my earlobe, his teeth grazing with force that was just this side of painful. "I could give you that Bella; I want nothing more than to give you that. The best view, the best restaurants and privileges. I want to take care of you, Isabella, because you. are. mine." He slammed into me repeatedly with his last three words and I came, hard. Everything with Edward was hard. I pulled his hand over my mouth and he took my lead, holding it in place to muffle my uncontrolled screams as I clamped around him, milking him. Edward followed a second later; his free hand on my hip, holding me in place as he jerked and twitched deliciously inside of me.
When I felt the last of Edward's ecstatic convulsions I slumped forward on the desk dramatically and earned a soft chuckle from him. It occurred to me that this was what our relationship had become; a series of sexual exploits which demanded control and power. I wondered if I would eventually give in; he hadn't really asked me again but I didn't know that he was going to. He just told me, over and over again. Persistence was his game.
"Okay," I said, standing up and looking at him.
"Okay," he asked, confused.
"Okay, I'll let you.. take care of me," I told him, hesitating on the wording, and he grinned like he'd just won an Olympic Gold Medal.