A/N: Apologies for not posting last week. I think this chapter is it worth the wait;)

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So It Goes By Taylor Swift

Okay so I'd officially lost my mind. I had no idea what I was doing. But I was doing it.

Edward Masen had turned my whole world on its head. I should have probably been more unsettled by this—having everything I'd known to be true called into question, seeing things with new eyes, finding joy in things that I had always thought to be so outside of my reality—but I wasn't. I'd found that if he was upside down, then that was exactly where I wanted to be.

He made me happy. And for some odd reason, Edward seemed to be happy around me as well.

He was a good person. Naturally and effortlessly so genuine, unlike myself. He didn't need to work at being good and caring for others. For Edward, it came easily.

It wasn't second nature for me, but he made me want to be a better person. He made me want to be less selfish. The more time I spent with him, the more I desired to be like him. I wanted to take care of him for a change. Which was why I was surprising him at Bar.

I took the subway again, which I still hadn't gotten the hang of but at least there weren't any missteps this time. It was no easy feat in this outfit, if you could call what I had on much of one.

My feet were killing me from these Louboutin strappy heels. If I were to add another complaint to the list, I was also chilled to the bone. The reason I was cold was because I was trekking through Brooklyn in nothing but my underwear. In November. Well, nothing but my underwear and a trench coat over it, but still. I had a draft in places where nobody should have a draft. But I wanted to screw his brains out and needed to give us the extra push in that direction because while I understood his need to take things slowly, I was ready to take that next step with him.

Sometimes you just gotta take the bull by the horns.

As it was, I had a hard time controlling myself when we were together. The man had no business being so damned sexy, and the way he handled me—like he wanted to cherish me and devour me at the same time—made it easy for me to fall for him. Yet I felt terrified by this. I couldn't even admit to myself how much I liked him.

Going with the flow and trying not to overthink things wasn't working because that little voice inside my head kept asking, "What if I fuck all this up?"

It was easy to let self doubt win in those moments. After all, my track record in life wasn't great. I'd pretty much destroyed everything good in my path.

I just had to keep fighting off the insecurities because Edward was important to me. He'd actually become the most important thing in my life.

All of the fancy things no longer impressed me as much as Edward and his kind demeanor did. The lines that formed in the crease of his eyes when he smiled at his customers were far more beautiful than the Botox-injected faces of those in my former social circle. He actually took time to listen to people and their needs and wants as opposed to talking over them, completely dismissing their opinions. Edward remembered people's birthdays and gave them complimentary drinks instead of bemoaning the fact that a birthday meant having to lie about your age or think about that next procedure to preserve your youth. He was a hands-on dad, who was protective and caring, unlike my own who had checked out far before he and my mother got divorced. He cooked damn good meals, and it warmed my heart that he wanted to do gestures for me instead of just buying things for me.

Hands down the best thing about him was all he'd ever wanted from me was me. Not my name. Not my status. Not my wealth. Not who I could introduce him to. Just me.

I don't think I could say that about another person I'd met. Everyone was always wondering what was in it for them. Like my presence in their life came with a price tag. But not Edward, and that was why I was walking down the street, only a few steps away from the bar, with a determined look on my face because this man deserved to be shown how much I appreciated him.

As I approached Bar, who did I see but Dirty P standing out front.

Damn it.

I pulled out my phone from my tote and saw it was an hour before Edward opened.

"Hey, Bells!" Dirty P greeted, pausing puffing on his cigarette for the moment. He gave me a toothy smile.

"Hi P, is Edward inside?" I asked, hesitantly. I crossed my arms and shifted uncomfortably. I felt naked.

Maybe because you are naked, Bella!

Dirty P nodded. "Yep, he told me he needed a little while. Make sure he doesn't forget about me out here, will you." He resumed puffing his cigarette. I really hoped I didn't reek of tobacco by the end of this conversation.

"You bet," I promised as I tried to open the door. Thankfully Edward had left it unlocked.

Walking into the bar, I looked down and took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

The bell rang out, alerting Edward that someone had come into the bar. Hopefully that was not the only time somebody would be coming.

I locked the door behind me. This situation called for no interruptions.

"P, I'll be opening in a few. Gotta give me a little more time," Edward called from the pool room. Peering into the back, I saw him reaching down to grab the balls so he could arrange them on the table.

"But I'm not very patient," I muttered back to him. Every step I took, the clack of my heels on the hardwood announced how close I was getting in proximity to Edward. He hadn't moved from the back room, and he was facing away from me, but he'd gone still, no longer fiddling with setting up the table.

As I reached him, I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing the side of my face against his back. "Guess who?" I joked, laughing at my bad banter.

"Definitely not P. You smell better. It's a dead giveaway," Edward deadpanned, his back vibrating from his laughter.

He turned in my arms and smiled when he saw my face. "Hello, baby," Edward greeted, cheerfully. "You're here early. What a pleasant surprise." His warm, shimmering green eyes raked over me and my coat.

You would have thought we didn't just see each other two days ago. But it was never enough.

"Hello, handsome." I sighed, suddenly a little nervous.

Butterflies danced in my belly. The art of seduction was not one I had perfected. But for Edward, I would learn. I would do anything for him.

I leaned up to kiss him. Lifting my hands up around his shoulders, I threaded my fingers in the hair at the back of his neck. As I slowly deepened the kiss, I arched my body to his, closing the distance between us, until we were chest to chest.

He groaned as I pressed myself up against his crotch, my warm and wet against his hard. "Baby."

Edward's hands raked over my body. The tips of his fingers trailed down my back, caressing and kneading as they went lower and lower until he met my ass. I aided him in figuring out his surprise by taking his hand in my own and slipping it under the trench coat.

The Agent Provocateur corset and garter belt were a jet black lace, but the thong I'd selected was a black silk. When Edward felt around and was met with more skin than fabric, he broke our kiss and pulled back to look at me with wide eyes. Eyes that were dancing in anticipation.

Finally we were on the same page.

I moved my mouth to his cheek, skimming kisses through his scruff. "I want you," I whispered, slightly pouting. I jerked my chin to the pool table. "There."

His face became pensive. He was warring with himself, I could tell. "P is outside," Edward reasoned, his mouth moving to one side. "Did you lock the door?" he added, quickly.

I nodded and looked up at him through my lashes. I thought he was going to shut me down so I turned my body to move away from him.

That was all it took.

Edward fastened his arms around my back, holding me to him as he lifted me. Automatically, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and he strode over to where I had pointed. Before I knew it, he set me down and my ass met the hard surface of the pool table. I leaned back until the tops of my thighs touched the felt, propping myself up on my elbows so I could stare at him.

He kissed me hard, cupping my face with his hands, his tongue peeking out to tangle with my own. I lost myself in the kiss, letting out little sighs and whimpers as he nipped at my bottom lip, showing me without words that he wanted me just as much. All the while, his hands roamed more liberally than our prior encounter. Edward cupped my breast through the fabric of my coat, giving it a light squeeze, and finding that not to be sufficient, he made his way to the buttons on the trench.

"I want you too," he confirmed, his eyes darkening as his fingers maneuvered the fabric of the coat, tugging roughly on where the buttons fastened.

Ping. One button went flying somewhere in the bar as he grew frustrated trying to ease them out slowly and tugged too hard. Not having the patience for this and missing his lips on mine, my legs tightened around him, drawing him in closer, but even with that shift, there was still too much space between us.

"You have no idea what's under this coat," I teased, running my fingernails up his back, taking his shirt with me.

Once he was shrugged out of his tee, Edward practically growled, "Tell me."

I laughed, but the laughter ended quickly once his mouth latched onto my neck. He sucked and nipped at the skin there, his tongue lapping to soothe the bites. I shamelessly moaned and wriggled beneath him. "Find out," I taunted him as I gasped for air.

He lifted his head from my neck, staring at me with determination in his eyes. His hair was in complete disarray, and my lipstick was smudged on his face. I smirked—it was like I was branding him. I wanted him to be mine to keep. But then he would be mine to lose.

As though he sensed me thinking too much, Edward gripped both sides of the material and tore the coat open. The buttons flew everywhere as he pushed it down my shoulders and off my body until it pooled behind me. The coat was destroyed, but I couldn't even focus on it because of the expression that overtook Edward's face.

He looked like he had won the lottery. Well that and Edward looked as though he wanted to devour me.

Fuck, what a thought. My thighs shimmied in anticipation as I sought some sort of friction to ease the ache there.

Edward ran his palms over the outside of my legs, rubbing up and down, causing goosebumps to appear in their wake. He traced along the straps of the garter belt, snapping them and leaving a sting on my thighs. His hands circled my waist, dancing along the strip of skin in between the corset and the garter. He cupped me more fully now that the trench was out of the way, tweaking my nipple through the lace. He couldn't decide where he wanted to touch the most, so he was touching it all, exploring and appreciating what I was offering him.

His hands were quick and needy as they worked up and down my body.

Edward's palm wrapped around the back of my neck, tilting my head back so he could capture my lips once more. "Fuck, Bella." He chuckled, darkly, grinding his hips into my own.

Yes, please.

He placed a kiss on my collarbone before his lips made their way to the tops of my breasts that were barely covered with lacy black fabric. As he peppered my skin in kisses, he slipped his hand between us to trail along the dampened material of my thong. Edward moved the material slightly so that we were skin to skin. He slipped a finger inside, thrusting it shallowly before he withdrew it. He traced along my folds but never came in contact with where I wanted him the most.

"Edward." I moaned, a little too needily. I was sex deprived after all.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm going to take care of you." He purred, and he dipped back inside, his finger curving while he placed one on my clit. His thumb continued to move around my lips, as his kisses became hard, rough, and needy, his impatience starting to match my own.

I bucked into his touch as he added another finger, speeding his movements as he pleasured me.

He pushed the cup of the corset down, exposing my breast before swirling his tongue around my nipple. "Holy shit," I cried.

"That's it, Bella. Come for me, only me," he commanded before he went back to suck and bite on the pebbled flesh.

My head tilted back at the sensation, overcome by how good it all felt, and I was a goner. My thighs started to tremble as my orgasm rocked me, my breath coming in short pants, my toes curling, and my hands gripping onto Edward's biceps as I climbed higher and higher.

Edward didn't stop his ministrations, continuing to play my body like an instrument. He kept circling my clit until it became too much and I gently pushed him away. He placed a tender kiss on my forehead and then my mouth, stroking along my chin as he looked at me reverently. Slowly, he pulled my soaked underwear down and tossed it somewhere on the floor. His hands circled the material of the corset. I was tangled in the scrap of fabric—half covered and half exposed—so he helped me out of it.

As I came down from my high, my breathing steading, I reached for his pants and started unbuckling them.

"Condom?" I asked.

He nodded and ran over to the bar, fishing into a jar he had on display for customers to take from. He was too adorable sometimes.

Once he was back and sheathed in the condom, I grabbed him by the neck and started kissing him with renewed fervor. I thrust my hips upwards into his erection. My eyes trailed up and down his body, ogling him, appreciating the way the muscles in his stomach tightened as he restrained himself from burying his cock inside of me. I wasn't afraid to admit it—I wanted him, more than I'd wanted anybody else.

Everything in the world seemed so heavy, but once the two of us were alone, it seemed so simple. So right.

His hands moved sensually around my back, caressing me. I shivered involuntarily from the sensations. Edward's movements continued lower and lower, giving my ass a squeeze, until his hands came around and rested on my thigh, gently spreading my legs to give him more room.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice all husky from arousal.

I nodded. "Very sure." I tightened my legs around his waist. My Loboutions were still on, no sense taking them off now.

Edward's eyes were dark and feral. He nodded and leaned in to kiss me. I angled my head to deepen the kiss, threading my fingers into his hair, and I felt the tip of his dick teasing me where I wanted him most before he began to slip inside.

"So wet. " He hissed as he continued to push into me slowly as though not to hurt me.

Once completely inside me, he moaned and looked down at where we were joined. My eyes followed his, and I let out a breath.

"You're so tight, Bella," Edward rushed out. He stood still for a moment and then tentatively thrust forward.

We both cried out, "Fuck."

"So good." His hand ghosted down my body, clutching my hip. Edward used it as leverage to get deeper and deeper, quickening his thrusts as he plowed into me.

I pulled my hand away from his hair since I was practically ripping it from his head and moved it down to his back. I bucked into his thrust, meeting him halfway. His groans matched my moans. The sounds coming from the room were sensual, desperate, erotic, and ravenous.

All I needed at the moment was him. Closer. Faster. Edward.

I forgot any and all of my worries and troubles.

All that existed was us.

Edward moved me so I was lying back on the pool table fully, and he thrust into me, brushing against my clit with his pelvis. His thumb moved down to my lower lips and rubbed until I was crying out as my second orgasm took form. "Oh God."

"God's not here, Bella," Edward joked, continuing to take me deeper.

"Edward," I cried out as I came for the second time.

He pulled me up to him once more, giving me zero time to recover from my orgasm. His lips crashed into mine. He gripped my thigh tighter and then pulled away from the kiss. I panted as his damp forehead leaned against my own.

"You feel incredible." Edward growled, nipping at my bottom lip.

His hands helped guide my hips as he chased his own release. My movements started to falter as another wave of pleasure came close. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of our lovemaking. My fingernails dug into his back, marking him yet again. My walls tightened around him, and I felt him start to come. With one final thrust, he collapsed, burying his face into my neck.

"Bella," was all he said, but the way he said it spoke volumes.

SDSD

Somewhere after postcoital talk and cleaning up, I asked Edward to make sure he deleted the security footage. Last thing I needed was a sex tape.

But there was another mishap. In my haste and horniness, I forgot to bring a top and a change of shoes. Thankfully Edward had extra staff t-shirts in the supply closet, so he gifted me with one.

So here I was working in the jeans I thankfully packed, a black tee with Bar emblazoned across the back and Louboutins. If I didn't scream hot mess, I don't know what did.

"Why is the pool table out of commission?" Dirty P complained, clutching his glass.

Edward and I exchanged guilty looks from across the bar.

The pool table needed to be professionally cleaned after our antics on top of it. So Edward decided to throw a sheet over it for the night and deal with the aftermath in the morning.

As he mixed a customer's tequila sunrise, Edward somehow came up with a response. "Uh, one of the legs was a bit wobbly so I need Paul to come check it out."

"If that's what they call it." I snickered to myself as I cashed out a tab on the cash register.

Edward made his way over to me and playfully pinched my side.

"Why don't I give it a look? I had one at my old place. Might be an easy fix."

"Nah, it's all right," Edward stammered.

I spun to face Dirty P and Edward, and I gasped in shock and embarrassment when I took in the scene before me.

Edward's response had come too late, and Dirty P was already next to the pool table.

He ducked down to check it out.

He picked something up off the ground and held it up for me and the entire bar to see.

One of my buttons.

Shoot! I thought we collected all of those.

"Hmm, maybe this shiny button might have been the source of your leveling problem. Now what would a pretty thing like this be doing in a place like this?" he pondered, his eyes meeting mine.

I couldn't help the blush that plagued my face, so I looked away.

I really thought all our bases were covered.

"One of those college kids from last night must have dropped it," Edward lied smoothly, coming to my rescue.

Dirty P was less than convinced, but thankfully dropped the subject.

I couldn't look at him for a week after that night.

A/N: Let me know your thoughts and predictions:) EPOV is coming up and we get some answers in that chapter:)