A.N. I suck! I suck so bad. But here is chapter 7.

Also, little lemon ahead!

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This man was trying to fucking kill me. He hired me to kill me. He must have been really upset with my truth bomb in front of his daughter and this was his slow maddening fucking revenge.

The sheer want. No. NEED is overwhelming. I want to throw this gahdamn man on every surface that I can find. He is just fucking beautiful. The amount of masturbating I now do is up to sickening levels.

We have gotten into a groove over the last couple of weeks. I get up, shower, and go downstairs to begin breakfast. Once started, Krys tends to find me, fully dressed in what she picked out the night before. She's my little helper. We love singing and dancing while making breakfast. She is so in tune to me. She knows what I need when I need it.

Halfway through breakfast, EJ and Eli make their way downstairs dressed and ready for the day.

It's about this time that I slowly start to feel tortured. As I finish cooking, Edward and Kat trek into the kitchen. Kat, fully dressed and hair to the nines. Edward, in basketball shorts and no shirt, glistening in sweat.

You see what i mean by torture?

He comes over as I'm plating all of the food and little Krys is carrying each plate to the table. Once she puts down whatever plate is in her hand, he scoops her up and covers her in kisses as she shrieks in half joy, half indignation.

"Daddy, Ew you're all sweaty nooooo," she scream laughs.

He puts her down, grabs the rest of the plates and then we all sit down to breakfast. With his shirt off.

This happens every morning. Sometimes the actions of Edward and the kids slightly change but every morning, he comes down sweaty and shirtless and in basketball shorts. So yea. The guy is trying to kill me.

I feel like we have been doing some kind of sexual dance.

Honestly, this was the hardest situation i have ever found myself in. this was worse than the time i was hiding under the teachers desk because we had been fooling around and the principle came in. Thank God i had already been under the table about to do something i cant really tell you guys about. Anyway, the principal was there for over an hour and i had to be quiet and stay still that whole time.

Living with this man was harder than not getting caught.

"Hey Bella, how is class going?"

Eye roll. This fine ass man. Gahdamn.

"Hey Edward. Class is great, I love teaching the kids,"I answered enthusiastically. I could

talk about teaching all day, but what I wanted to do was throw this man against the nearest surface and climb on.

"Good. I'm glad that you are getting to live out your dreams," he replied awkwardly.

I narrowed my eyes at him. Sometimes I feel like he wants me as much as I want him. Other times I think he just may be awkward. Which of course, makes him hotter either way.

I clear my throat. " uh, thanks." I continued folding the laundry on the couch, something I'd been doing when he walked in and started this weird conversation.

" So, um, no class today," he asked after a long silence.

I folded the last thing in my hand, which happened to be my pink thong, and added it to my pile.

When I looked up, he had been staring at the underwear I put down. A small smile tugs my lips.

"No, not on Wednesday's. It's my free day. But shouldn't you be at work," I asked him, standing with my laundry basket, thong still visible on top.

He pulls at his t-shirt collar. Swallows before answering, " Yea, I decided to take a personal day every week from now on. You know while the kids are in school."

I lifted a brow at him. We both stared intensely into the other's eyes.

Abruptly we surged together. Me dropping the basket of clothes, him grabbing my waist. Suddenly I was against the wall in the living room. My leg hiked up against his waist. Lips connected, hands wandering.

He shoved his tongue into my mouth sloppily and I happily sucked on it, tasting the strawberries he had with breakfast.

I felt him grind his erection into my covered pussy and I groaned loudly.

I wanted this man and nothing would stop me from getting him.

I let my hands wander down to his jeans and had them unbuckled before he even knew what

happened. He had slowly begun to trail kisses down my neck when I shoved my hand into his boxers and grasped his hard, warm length in my hands.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccckk," he let out in a groan. Head thrown back. I smiled before pushing him slightly and dropping to my knees. I had to get that cock in my mouth immediately. I pulled his cock out and engulfed it in one motion. I felt his knees buckle slightly before he

leaned forward against the wall with one hand, threading the other through my hair.

I smiled up at him before swallowing his whole length. I bobbed my head a few times before

pulling him out and looking at him.

" Fuck my face please," I asked innocently.

He muttered something that sounded like "the death of me" before putting both hands in my

hair and gripping my head. I braced my hands against his thighs and waited for the ride.

Not a second after my hands gripped his thigh, he was fucking my face. Slowly at first. I did

this thing where I would suck hard as he pulled out and sealed when he went in. It always did the trick. After the fourth pull out he slammed in harder than before, slowly building in speed. Before I knew it, he looked like a jackhammer, pistoning in and out at record speeds.

"Fuck, Bella, I'm gonna blow!"

I wanted him to come down my throat so I started humming. Not a second later, I felt him cumming down my throat. His hands loosened their grip in my hair and he leaned against the wall again, breathing labored.

Seductively, I wiped the small bit of cum that escaped and sucked it off my finger as he watched.

Slowly I stood up, grabbed my baske TV and walked to my room.