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Bella was standing next to copier, waiting as paper after paper after paper was printed, though her attention was on the door just ten feet away. She could hear him moving around inside. The way his feet hit the floor (loud and demanding) had her aching with need and desire. He was on the phone, his voice firm and strained. He only sounded like that when he was stressed. And that worried her, because when he was stressed and didn't have a way of releasing it, he tended to shut down.

Once all her copies had been made, she gathered them up and tapped the bottom of the pages to straighten the edges. He always laughed at her over her obsessive, compulsive urge to keep papers straight and orderly, but it was a compulsion she'd had since college.

Glancing at his door again, she walked over to her desk and placed the papers in the top tray of her black shelves before grabbing her cell phone and walking down the hallway to the lady's room.

She checked nobody else was inside, seeing as Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory tended to hide inside to keep from doing any real work. Hence why nobody wanted them to work on their accounts. They were lazy.

Once she was sure she was alone, she locked the door and then entered the stall. She shimmied her skirt — a blood red skirt that hugged her ass like a second skin — around her waist and sat with her feet propped on either side of the stall door and her legs wide open. Only the top of her thigh-high stockings could be seen in as she turned her phone to the side. She felt ridiculous as she somehow managed to hold herself up while snapping a picture of her naked, wet pussy.

Bella fixed her skirt before walking back out to her desk, sat down, and sent the picture to him — sent it and waited for his response.

She didn't have to wait long, however, before she heard him stomping across his office, and everyone on the floor turned as the door to his office was thrown open with more force than had been needed. He paused and looked around before landing on her, his eyes narrowing and his jaw tightening. As always, she shivered with anticipation and need.

His lip curled upward, a mix between a sneer and a smirk as he walked past her desk toward the stairs.

"Come along, Miss Swan."

As they always did, everyone on the floor looked at her as placed her hands on top of her desk and slowly pushed away, stood, and follow — like the good, obedient girl she was.

He didn't look at her as he pushed the door leading to the stairs open, nor did he hold it open for her, and she barely caught it before it closed entirely. He kept his eyes forward as he led them down two flights of stairs, through another door which led to an empty hallway. It was then that he stopped.

For a moment, he didn't look at her. His shoulders were tense, and she almost wrapped her arms around him in an effort to soothe his stress away, but before she could, he turned, grabbed her by the shoulders, and slammed her against the wall — hard.

She moaned, and his green eyes darkened before he wrapped his hand around her throat and held her while his other hand reached down and began unbuttoning her blouse. Seeing as she hadn't worn a bra, her nipples were pointed and hard. He shifted his eyes to hers as he flicked her left nipple, causing her to cry out.

"Such a little slut," he taunted before ripping her shirt down her arms entirely. "Take your skirt off, whore."

She swallowed against the grip around her throat, her eyes darting around the hallway in search of any cameras. She knew the floor had been closed for renovations, but that didn't mean security wasn't watching.

"You're making me upset, and you do not want that, do you?"

A part of her did, because she knew if she upset him, he would punish her, and his punishments took her to her knees with desire, but now was not the time. Now was about giving him the release he desperately needed to ease his stress and help him relax. So, she immediately reached behind her and unclasped the top of her skirt, lowering the zipper, and shimming it down her legs so that it pooled around her black heels.

He took a step backward, his eyes drifting to her bare, wet pussy and he smirked. "So fucking wet, aren't you, little slut?"

Of course, she didn't answer.

Edward released his grip around her throat and slid his hand down her chest to the apex between her legs. His eyes stayed locked on hers as his penetrated her with a single finger. He brought his hand up to her mouth, saying, "Open."

Bella did as she was told, allowing him to slide his finger into her mouth. She'd never cared to taste herself on his fingers. Only on his cock after he fucked her hard and fast before coming in her mouth.

"Turn around," he said, his voice strained.

Bella turned and faced the wall, placing her hands against the wall. She heard him unclasp his belt, the sound of his zipper lowering, and the swoosh as his pants dropped to his feet, but she didn't look behind her. She was dripping with need and if she looked back, she might beg him to fuck her, and right now, he needed to be in control of her. She'd learned a long time ago to let him take charge when stressed like this.

Edward didn't say a word as he gripped her hips and pressed himself against her. She could feel his cock pressed between her thighs, causing her to moan and push against him.

"Does my naughty little whore want my cock inside her pussy?"

"Yes," she whimpered, pleading with him. "Please give me your cock. Please!"

He pressed his lips against the cusp of her ear before saying, "Hope you're ready, slut."

And whether she was or not, Edward tightened his grip on her hips and slammed himself into her pussy.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Over and over, he fucked her without mercy. The sound of their bodies making contact echoing throughout the empty floor, their breathing thick and heavy. Moans and groans for more, for harder, for deeper trickled from between her lips. She may have started this to help him relieve his stress, but she needed her release now, too.

Desperately.

"You're close, aren't you? I can feel you shaking, feel your pussy quivering, baby. You want to come, don't you, slut?"

"Yes," she whined, trying to push back into him but he held her still. "Goddamn it, please!"

"Watch your fucking mouth, whore," he snarled, slamming her against the wall. "Or I won't let you come at all."

"I'm sorry. Please, please, please let me come. Please!" she cried, the need almost too much for her to hold off.

"Such a needy little bitch. Fucking come for me, baby. Fucking come for me. I want to feel you milking me inside you."

Bella screamed as her body shook and her orgasm washed over her. Edward released his hold on her and pushed her onto her knees, spinning her so that she was leaning against the wall. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed his cock into her mouth, down her throat before he found his own release.

She swallowed every drop, not wanting to waste any of it. Edward slipped out of her mouth and slid to the floor next to her, his pants still pooled around his ankles. Smiling, he lobbed his head in her direction.

"How do you always know exactly what I need?" he asked.

Bella laughed. "It's my job as your wife." She pulled her knees up to her chest, covering her naked body. "Going to tell me what's going on?"

"The McCarty deal might be blowing up in my face."

"What? Why?"

"He's being pursued by the Volturi Brothers."

Bella groaned. "More like scammer brothers. You cannot let him get taken in by those assholes."

"Trust me, I'm trying. Supposed to be meeting with them tomorrow morning, but he's getting cold feet. Keeps talking about how his future is on the line. You know, he just got married a few months ago."

"Have you talked to Phil?"

Edward grimaced and shook his head.

"Why not?"

"Because the last thing I need is for your uncle to think I can't do my job. He's already questioning our ability to keep it professional in the workplace."

Bella grinned. "I mean, is he wrong?"

Edward laughed as he leaned over and pressed his lips against her bare shoulder. "You can't text me pictures of your pussy and expect me not to act on it."

"Why do you think I sent it?" Bella shifted so that she was facing him. "I'm worried about you, love. You know how you get when you get lost inside your head like this."

"I know," he murmured, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her onto his lap so that she had one knee on either side of him. "I just don't want to lose this account. Let Phil down. Let you down."

"Hey, you could never let me down, love. Never!" Bella placed her hands on either side of his face. "But you must let me help you. I happen to know his wife. I can make a call, get her on our side."

"You don't need to do that. I think I just needed someone to vent to for a minute." Edward pressed his lips against hers. "Thank you for taking care of me, sweetheart. I'd be lost without you."

"You're never going to be without me. Ever." Bella kissed him once more before standing. "Now, we'd better get back to work before we get caught down here. Which, by the way, was pretty damn gutsy, don't you think?"

Edward grinned as he stood and pulled his pants back up. "They cut the feed to this floor during the renovations. I checked before I brought you here."

"Thank God!" Bella laughed and picked up her skirt, stepping into it and shimming it up her legs, over her hips and pulling the zipper up.

"Got an interesting text this morning," Edward said, coyly and causing her to look at him as she picked up her blouse.

"Who from?"

"Jasper."

Bella's eyes widened. "We haven't heard from him in what? A year?"

"Almost two." Edward buttoned his pants before pulling the zipper upward and grabbing the two sides of his belt.

"What'd he want?"

"He, um, he wants to have dinner." Edward shifted his eyes to hers. "With his girlfriend."

"Oh." Bella nodded. "Didn't realize he was seeing anyone."

"He said they've been together for a while, but she knows everything."

"Everything? Like everything — everything?"

Edward laughed. "Yes, like everything — everything. He says she's . . . curious."

"Curious? Like she enjoys watching? Or curious like she's . . . curious?"

"I didn't ask, but I would assume the latter. Is that something you'd be interested in?"

Bella bit the inside of her lip. "I don't know. I mean, things with Jasper ended . . . tensely."

Edward nodded. "That's true."

She walked over and placed her hands on his chest, smiling when she felt him shiver. "I do miss him, and I know you do, too."

"I do," he confessed. "But I chose you, and I still choose you."

"Doesn't seem like he's asking you to choose." Bella slid her hands up his chest to the sides of his face. "He's your best friend, Edward. Let's meet him for dinner. Just dinner," she clarified. "And go from there."

"Okay, okay, we can do that." Edward covered her hands with his before he leaned down and kissed her. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

After getting themselves put back together, including a trip to the restroom to clean up, they headed back upstairs and went back to work. Bella ignored the pointed glares and not-so hushed whispers as she got back to work. While she knew Edward was more relaxed now, she couldn't help but worry about their dinner with Jasper Whitlock? After all, once upon a time, he'd been one of the most important people in her husband's life.

Happy Valentine's Day! Huge thanks for the reviews for the first chapter, and a huge thank you to DICATAKIDD for pre-reading. Probably be a couple more smutty chapters to this one at some point.