Twilight…not mine (sigh).

Chapter 111

BPOV

"One-way mirrors," I replied off-handedly. "They don't know what's up here. Across the dance floor is the offices for the building manager and escort service, equally with one-way mirrors."

"Really?" Edward cooed.

"Yep," I shrugged. I felt Edward move behind me and his lips met my neck. "What are you doing?"

"Well, my Bella, we are going to defile your father's desk," he said, "and they're not going to know it."

"Fuck. Me," I whimpered, turning in his arms.

"Oh, I intend to, Miss del Cigno," he growled.

EPOV

Bella eyes widened and she bit her lip, causing my pants to tighten. I kissed her deeply, plundering her mouth with my tongue. She moaned, fisting at my hair. Pulling back, I looked at her. "Lock the door, Isabella."

"Yes," she said as she tittered to the door, flipping the lock. She turned and looked at me, her chest heaving. "What now?"

"Take off your dress and sit on the desk," I said, as I unbuttoned my shirt, shrugging it off my body. She was still standing by the door. "Did you not understand me, Isabella?"

"Shit, sorry," she said as she turned around and unzipped her dress. She slipped off her shoes. Dragging the straps of the dress over her shoulders, she shimmed out of her clothes and walked over to the desk, sitting on the edge.

"No bra?" I asked, arching a brow.

"No. The dress was tight," she said, giving me a slow, seductive grin.

"I bet it feels good to be out of it, yeah?" I asked, walking closer to her. Her nipples were pebbled and begging for my mouth. However, I wanted to have some fun with her. "Cup your breasts, Bella. Play with your pretty nipples."

"Like this?" she asked, pinching her nipples. I nodded and she continued fondling her tits. "Feels good, Edward."

"It looks amazing, Isabella," I purred, sitting on the chair opposite from her perch. Charlie's desk was dark wood and only covered with a desk lamp and a blotter. "Scoot back, baby. Spread those gorgeous legs for me."

"Panties off?" she asked, her voice rough and husky.

"Not yet," I answered. "I want to see how wet you are." She smirked and moved back on the desk. She leaned back, spreading her legs wide for me. On the barely-there satin, was a clear wet mark. "Rub your pussy, over your panties, Isabella."

"Fuck," she moaned, snaking her hand down her body. She circled her hand over her panties. "Ooooh, I'm so wet, Edward. My panties are ruined."

"That's a shame. I liked them," I said as I watched her hand.

"Do you want them?" she asked, still rubbing her sex. "A memento of our foray into public fucking."

"It's not public fucking, Isabella. They don't know," I purred. "Show me your pussy. Don't take off your panties yet. Pull them to the side." She whimpered, pulling her panties off to the side with her thumb. In the dim lighting of the office, I could see her glistening sex. "That's a thing of beauty, baby."

"I only ever get this wet for you, Edward," she whispered, swirling her fingers over her clit. "Does seeing me this wet make you hard?"

"Very much so," I panted out.

"Show me," she commanded. I smiled, unbuckling my belt and pulling my cock out of my jeans. "God, your cock is fucking gorgeous."

"I'm glad you approve," I chuckled. "I want those panties now. Take them off and get on your hands and knees, on the desk." She closed her legs, slowly removing her underwear and pressing them into my hand. I lifted the lacy gray satin to my nose, inhaling her fruity, spicy and earthy fragrance. She crawled onto the desk and arched her back displaying her sex to me invitingly. "What do you want, Isabella? Do you want my tongue?"

"Yes," she whimpered.

"My cock?" I growled, walking towards her and running my hand down her ass. She looked at me. "My fingers?"

"All of it," she begged.

I smiled and ran my finger along her dripping slit. She shuddered, falling to her elbows on Charlie's desk. "I want you to come all over this desk, Isabella." She bit her lip, pleading with me. I fell to my knees and ran my tongue the length of her sex. Bella hips bucked. I slid my tongue inside of her entrance, tasting her from the source. "Fuck!" she screamed. "I want your tongue on clit, Edward."

"Turn over. Spread those legs as far as they can go, Isabella," I growled. She lay on her back, displaying her desperate, swollen pussy. Her clit was standing at attention, demanding release. I pulled her to the edge and attacked her clit with my tongue. Bella screamed, grabbing my hair as her body lost all control. The taste of her exploded in my mouth. I anchored her down on the desk with my arm as I licked and lapped at her drenched folds like a man dying of thirst. Bella's head fell back on the desk when I slid two of my fingers inside of her. I drew my flattened tongue along her sensitive bundle. She was shrieking, begging for me to not stop. And I didn't. I licked and drank from her as she came two times. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, making her breasts look enticing and enhancing her already heady fragrance.

She was laying on Charlie's desk, panting heavily. "You will be the death of me, amore," she breathed out. "But what a way to go."

"You're so sexy, laying on the desk, sweaty and dirty," I purred, crawling above her. "But, we're not done, Isabella."

"We're not?" she asked, running her fingers through my hair.

"I want to take you overlooking the crowd. I want you to scream so loudly that they are jealous of the amazing fucking you're getting up here," I said hypnotically. I helped her up and kissed her deeply. Her legs wrapped around my waist and she pushed my jeans down over my hips. Her tiny hand wrapped around my cock and she pumped me a few times. "Over by the mirrors, Isabella. Put your leg on the couch and play with your pussy."

"Fuck," she whimpered, sliding off the desk. She walked slowly over to the spot next to the couch, putting her left leg on the arm of the leather sofa. She braced herself with one hand and languidly played with her body, staring out at the crowd. She looked over her shoulder at me as she slid her fingers inside of her body. "Are you going to join the party, Edward?"

I smiled crookedly, walking over to her. Her back was to my chest. I snaked my arms around her waist, turning her head to my lips. "Your fingers stay on your clit while I fuck you, Isabella," I crooned.

"Yesssss," she hissed. I brushed my lips against hers while I grasped my cock, sliding it languidly through her wetness. "Fuck, don't tease me, Edward. I need you inside of me."

"Hmmmmm," I moaned, positioning myself at her entrance. "Ask and ye shall receive, my Bella." I thrust up and filled her with one stroke. She faltered with her strokes on her pussy and grunted. "So fucking tight, baby. It's like you're made for me." Her silken walls were hugging me, drawing me further inside of her. Nothing could ever compare to being inside of Bella. Each time we made love, my mind and body was falling in love with her more and more. My heart beat for her alone.

I thrust into her, my hips flush to her ass. Bella was grunting lowly as I took her from behind. I could see her breasts bouncing as I fucked her in the reflection of the windows. Her fingers were still circling her clit while her other hand was palming her breast. My hands were on her hips, pulling her closer to me, trying to fill her completely. My thrusts speed up and Bella put her hand on the mirror. "Harder, Edward. Fuck me," she demanded. "I want to feel your cock inside of me, baby."

I angled away from her, changing my position inside of her and began pistoning into her with abandon. Her muscles were clinging to my cock. I could feel the pulsations around me and I knew she was close. I leaned forward, kissing her neck and one of my hands caressing her breast. "You're so beautiful when you come, my Bella. Show the club how gorgeous you and who you belong to. Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock. You're mine," I purred in her ear, sucking on her earlobe.

"Yours," she sobbed as her body quaked around me. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Don't stop, Edward. Please!"

"Don't stop what?" I cooed, moving my hand to hers which was jerkily circling her swollen and needy clit. "Fucking you? Never, baby."

"Don't stop talking dirty," she whimpered, staring into my eyes.

"You like when I talk dirty? You like when I say how much I love fucking your tight, wet pussy? It's perfect pussy, baby. My pussy. All pink and wet and wanting…for me," I purred, kissing her mouth. I thrust harder inside of her. The sounds of my balls and our skin smacking together were the only sounds in the office. "Come all over my cock, Bella. Cover me with your release. Come. Now."

"Oh GOD!" she screamed as her body lost all control and her muscles around me clamped down painfully. Her orgasm triggered mine and I spilled inside of her, streams of my release filling her quaking pussy. Bella fell forward, pressing her cheek against the cool glass. I leaned against her back, pressing soft kisses to her shoulders, neck and jaw. I slid out of her and kissed her lips.

"Don't move," I said, walking to the bathroom adjoining Charlie's office.

"I don't think I can," she chuckled. I wrinkled my nose and grabbed a towel, lightly wetting it and walking back to my girl. Tenderly, I wiped between her legs and scooped her up in my arms. I sat us down on the leather sofa, cradling Bella in my arms. She snuggled closer to me, pressing tiny kisses to my jaw and neck. "You take such good care of me, Edward."

I do it because I love you, I answered mentally. Instead of giving her a verbal answer, I cupped her flushed cheek and kissed her lips three times. "I always will, Little One."

A/N: Pictures from this fun little lemon are on my tumblr. Link for that is on my profile. Also, Bella and Edward's outfit is on my polyvore (look under the Mafia Princess collection). Leave me some!