Y'all. are. the. fkn. best.

okay, this story isn't a one-shot.

it's a two-shot lol (kidding, the chokehold these two have on me is wild and I'm writing like crazy!)

chapter two
call

When Edward leaves the bar, I know I should leave his card behind. Instead, I slide it into my purse for safekeeping and continue my date with Michael.

It's difficult to enjoy myself after the verbal foreplay I engaged in with Edward, but Michael is nice, so I try to stay present.

"Did you know that guy?" he asks at one point, between the appetizer and dinner.

"Know who?" I ask, playing dumb and trying not to panic that Michael heard what Edward said to me.

I won't stop thinking about you until I know what it feels like to be inside of you.

Then again, it's not like I did anything wrong. I didn't tell Edward to say that, and I certainly didn't take him up on his offer.

"The man sitting next to you when I got here," Michael clarifies. "He seemed oddly zoned in on you."

"We were talking a little, but I don't know him," I say, and it's not even a lie.

We finish our dinner and drinks, and zero part of me feels that delicious, dangerous excitement I felt when talking to Edward. Which is why I turn Michael down when he asks me to go back to his place.

When I get home, I hide Edward's card in the top drawer of my nightstand like the dirty secret he is.

It's not until a week later, when I'm in bed and lonely, that I finally text him.

I don't know why I do it. I have zero intention of taking Edward up on his offer of having sex with him. I mostly reach out because our brief conversation has been on my mind. It was intriguing and different. I've never been propositioned by a man in an open marriage before, and I can't lie and say my interest isn't a little deeper than I'm letting on.

I don't start my text with a hey or an introduction, but as if we're continuing our conversation in the bar from a week ago.

Bella: You know this is insane, right?

Edward: Is this who I think it is?

I wasn't expecting a reply this fast, and I'm pleased. I decide to fuck with him since he doesn't have my number.

Bella: Yes. We met at the bar last night, and we were going to my place to hook up but didn't make it there before you fucked me in my car.

I'm sure he does this all the time, so the chances of him having met someone else last night are high.

Edward: It's not nice to play games, Bella Swan.

I smile at my phone.

Bella: How'd you know it was me?

Edward: Because you're the only woman I've ever given my card or number to.

Maybe it's stupid and naive to be flattered by that, but I am. It makes me feel like perhaps he isn't as sleazy as I'd made him out to be in my head over the last week.

Or maybe he's never needed to give a woman his number because they don't turn him down when he offers to fuck them.

Bella: Interesting. I'm curious - who did you take home that night if it wasn't me?

Edward: No one. I went home alone.

Bella: Am I supposed to believe that?

Edward: I have no reason to lie to you. But I do need to see you again.

Bella: Why?

Edward: I can't stop thinking about you.

Bella: Okay, but why?

Edward: Do I need a reason?

No, I guess he doesn't.

But he offers some anyway.

Edward: I liked talking to you. And I like how your cheeks burned when your date showed up. Like you got caught doing something wrong. You liked that feeling, too, right?

Ugh.

This fucking guy.

Bella: Yes. I did. I was mortified, but I haven't stopped thinking about you.

Edward: I didn't expect you to admit that.

Bella: Me neither. Does your wife know you gave me your number?

Edward: Yes.

Bella: Does she know we're texting right now?

Edward: Not yet. This is new territory for me. I never pursue women like this.

Again, I'm flattered despite the strange circumstances.

Bella: Are you going to tell her we're talking?

Edward: If something good comes out of this, yes.

Bella: Something good, as in, I agree to let you fuck me?

Edward: Are you considering it?

Bella: To be determined. I'll admit we have insane chemistry, and I'm intrigued about how that'd translate in bed.

Edward: And I'll admit I haven't been drawn to anyone like this before.

Bella: It's probably just because I turned you down, lol. Typical male. You like a challenge, and I gave you one. Now you need to follow through.

Edward: Typical female. Playing hard to get.

Bella: I'm not playing—I am hard to get. Besides, you don't even know me.

Edward: Okay. What do you do for a living?

Bella: You didn't Google me?

Edward: I've held back because I wasn't sure you'd reach out.

Bella: I'm a yoga instructor.

Edward: So, you're flexible.

Bella: I'm disciplined.

Edward: I'm an architect.

Bella: Yeah, I gathered as much from your card. So you're a rich, arrogant asshole?

Edward: I make a decent living, and I like to think of myself as confident. I don't think I'm an asshole, but that's subjective. How old are you?

Bella: Twenty-eight.

Edward: I'm thirty-six. What's your favorite food?

Bella: Mexican.

Edward: Favorite position?

Bella: Yoga position?

Edward: During sex.

Bella: Don't have one. I don't mix yoga and sex, that's highly dangerous.

Edward: You're funny. Adding it to the list of things I like about you.

Bella: There's a list?! Now you're the funny one.

Edward: Meet me tonight.

Bella: I'm already in bed.

Edward: Me too. What are you wearing?

I briefly think about allowing this to turn into sexting territory because why not? That's safer than what he's suggesting. We can both get off together but separately and call it a night.

Bella: I'm not wearing anything.

It's a lie, but I love fucking with him.

Edward: Are you trying to kill me?

Bella: No. If I were trying to do that, I'd send a picture.

Edward: Do it.

I send him a picture of my bare leg. I'm wearing lounge shorts and a T-shirt, but I make sure he can't see any of that.

Edward: Tease. More.

Bella: What do you want to see?

Edward: All of you.

It's bold, but I take off my shorts and send another picture, with my fingers touching myself over my underwear.

Edward: I thought you weren't wearing anything.

Bella: Oops, I lied.

Edward: Make it up to me. Send another.

With my arousal and excitement building, I sit up against the headboard and take off my shirt. I refuse to send any photos with my face in it, so I just send a picture of my chest, one of my hands pinching my nipple.

Edward: Fuck. Your tits are perfect.

Bella: Sounds like you're touching yourself.

Edward: I am now. I want you to, too.

Bella: Is this allowed?

Edward: Yes.

I wonder where his wife is.

Then I decide, fuck it—I don't care.

I lie back against the mattress and take off my underwear, sliding my hand down my stomach to rub my clit.

Edward: Are you doing it?

Bella: Yes.

Edward: Good girl. Show me.

I send him a picture, letting him see that I'm bare and touching myself.

Edward: Fuck. I bet that feels good.

Bella: Show me yours.

He sends a picture with his fist around his impressive cock.

"Fuck," I moan, imagining him inside of me instead of my fingers.

Bella: Nice

It's an understatement, but it's all I can type with one hand.

Edward: How wet are you

Bella: More than ever

It's true. I've never been this turned on before, and I'm sure it's because of the illicit nature of it all.

Edward: I do that to you, huh? Make you so fucking wet

Bella: Yes

Edward: I wanna hear you come

Bella: K

He calls me.

"How good does your pussy feel?" he asks, his voice low and taunting.

"So good," I breathe out.

"I want to be inside of you."

"I want that, too."

"How bad?"

"So fucking bad."

"Are you a dirty girl?"

"I can be for you."

Right now, that's all I want.

Me.

Him.

Succumbing to whatever he wants me to do.

"I wish I knew how you tasted," he murmurs.

"You should've tried harder with me last week. I would've let you."

"Shit, don't tell me this," he groan-laughs. "Did you sleep with that guy?"

"No." I rub myself faster, my back arching against the bed. "You fucked with my head."

"Good."

"Rude."

"You fuckin' like it."

"I do, I do, I do."

"Fuuuck," he exhales, and he sounds so far gone that it adds to my arousal. "I'm close."

"Wait for me."

"Rub your perfect, pretty pussy," he coaxes. "Come on your fingers, and think about my cock buried inside of you."

That does it.

"Fuck," I gasp, that delicious wave spreading through my body. "I'm coming."

The second I say it, his guttural groan fills my ear. Both of us breathe hard, coming together.

Unfortunately, when we're done, I second-guess this entire thing.

I stay quiet, waiting for him to speak, and pull my blanket over me.

"That was unexpected," he says.

"For sure."

"Are you okay?"

I hesitate. "Yeah. You?"

"More than okay."

"Okay."

He exhales a soft laugh into the line. "I don't feel like you're okay."

"I'm just… you know. New territory. You have a wife, and I'm unsure how to get over that."

"I have an open marriage," he clarifies.

"Still."

"You texted me," he points out.

"I know."

"So, you regret what we just did?"

"Regret sounds too harsh."

"Just be honest. I can handle it."

"Of course, you can. You have a wife to lick your wounds if I reject you."

He laughs, but it's a short, humorless sound. "Come on."

"What? It's true."

"I'm being serious that you've been in my head since we met."

"And what does your wife think about that?" I quip. "Me, being on a loop in your mind."

"She thinks I need to fuck you out of my system."

This intrigues me. "What exactly did you say about me?"

"The truth. That I'd never been more infatuated or attracted to any woman in my entire life."

I fight a smile. "Ouch. Even her? Did that sting?"

"She had one of the most intense orgasms of her life from hearing it."

Scandalized and shocked, I hang up on him. He was being honest, I guess, but it's too much for me.

A minute passes.

He doesn't call back, so I get up to shower, and when I'm back in bed, there's a missed call from him and a text.

Edward: Too far?

Bella: Maybe, yeah.

Edward: I can leave you alone.

Bella: I thought you couldn't stop thinking about me, now you're willing to walk away?

Edward: You and your fucking games, lol.

As sick as it sounds, he's right. I enjoy the chase and his infatuation. And it's safe. I know I can't get hurt from this because he's not fully available. He could never be mine.

But if he wants me like he claims, he's gonna have to work for it.

Bella: If you want me as bad as you say, you'll find me.

He starts typing, but I block his number before I can read his reply.