ID Video!

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Chapter Six: Heat

Something takes a part of me
You and I were meant to be
A cheap fuck for me to lay
Something takes a part of me

Freak on a Leash - Korn

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Desk Daydreams

Edward donned only in a loosely fitted tie, his toned, naked body hovering above me as he splayed me across his desk, my hair fanning over the edge, his fingers creating delicious goosebumps across my skin . Random files fluttered to the ground as he propped my feet over his shoulders, his teeth nipping at the fleshy part of my ankles. Reaching for his tie, I smiled in pleasure, watching it tighten around his neck, forcing his perfected face towards mine, my lips eager and waiting for his own.

Improper Notetaking

Sighing, I looked down at my memo pad to view the notes I had taken.


Miami Heat vs. Chicago Bulls
Ball goes in hoop.
Very important game
Lots of tattoos on players.


Quite honestly this was useless. It seemed as if the more the players scrambled around the court, the more my mind started to wander. I was everywhere but the game. I was with Jacob in his office, his angered face causing me to cower. I was with Alice in the courtroom, her brutal words desperately trying to win my case, while her eyes flirted with the judge. I was with Cynthia in our small cubicles, her face grimacing in horror as I exposed my secrets.

Most of all I was with him...

Tied Up

Feeling a bit forceful, I pushed Edward down onto the plush cushions, his hands desperately clawing for me as he fell. Gazing at him from under my lashes, I sauntered towards him. My shirt was open, my breasts on full display. Licking his lips, he began to loosen his tie.

"Keep the tie on," I ordered, surprised by the tone in my voice. 

 Couch Confessions

Reaching under my skirt, I pushed my thong to the side. Before he had time to react, I slammed down on him, letting him fill me completely.

"Fuck..." he cried as he threw his head back..

"Do you like that, Edward? Do you feel me all around you? Do you feel the affect you have on me?" I breathed out in between pound after pound. His hands tried to get a steady grip on my hips but I was working too quickly for him to grasp what was happening. I suddenly felt empowered; strong and needy. I would take what he would give and demand for more. 

"Ungh, Bella. It's... it's the same for me. You... ungh... the same." He managed to muster up.

Peep Show

"You wanted me to finish what I started Bella? Well, it started here against the window for all of Miami to see. Let them see you my little voyeur, let them see you."

He spread me as he had before, my hands wide against the glass, my legs spread just as wide; open and waiting for him.

"You're wetter than you normally are Bella, why is that? Are you hotter knowing that people could be watching us? Yes, that must be it," he said as he slammed back into me.

"Shit!" I gritted out through my teeth and slammed a hand against the glass. This was the point of no return. I'm sure at least someone out there had noticed the activities going on in this suite, but I just did not care.   

Chapter 6 Teaser

Spinning me once again, my back now pressed firmly against the glass, he suddenly began to assault my neck, his warm lips littering my skin with fire. I was frozen in place, however I couldn’t help but to release a slight pleasurable moan as his tongue danced from my throat to the soft spot of my lobe, ending his trail with a soft nip from his teeth. His hands snaked up the side of my blouse, my breaths becoming erratic and exceptionally unsteady. My head started to spin once again as his fingers smoothly unhooked a few of the blouse’s buttons, my mind not able to form a coherent thought. He seemed to relish in this, taking longer on each button than he had the last. 

“Edward,” I breathlessly whispered, my insides battling between a war of pleasure and corruption. “This has to stop.”

A low protest formed in his chest. “Fuck that. We’re not stopping,” he ground out as he continued his invasion of my body.

I wanted him to continue; I needed him to continue, but I knew better. “No, seriously, it’s too risky. There’s… there are too many people. Anyone can see…”

Grabbing my wrist, he pulled them above my head, the strain sending a slight surge of delicious pain through my body as he pinned me further to the glass. I tried to break myself from his grasp, but he was too strong and suddenly I became much too weak under his spell to continue to challenge him.

His gaze flickered to my eyes momentarily before landing on my nearly exposed chest. Lowering his head, his teeth began nipping at the last hooked button. A loud gasp escaped my mouth as his tongue teased my lace covered breasts, his grip at my wrist tightening with each pass.

“This ends when I say it ends, Bella.”

A True Friend Is Rare.

Hello loves. It's been a minute. TOO long of a minute. It feels good to be back. The next chapters are in the final stages of being sent the beta, so hopefully depending on her sched, we might be posting next week. Be prepared for quite a bit of changes to the story! Swan and I are anxious to finish this bad boy. Ahem speaking of bad boy, I heard round' the bush Miamiward and Irreconcilable Differences have gotten nominated for quite a few things. Big kudos and thank you to all who nominated us, it means so much!

Swan isn't even aware I'm writing this post, and to be quite honest she's probably going to kick my ass when she realizes it's here, but I really don't give a hoot.

Quite a few of you have been wanting to know what's been going on .. and I have a wee bit to get off my chest too :)
A week after our last post, my husband went into the hospital with what he thought was (and was being told by doctors) acid reflux. On May 20th they admitted him into the hospital after running several blood tests, and finding out his condition was a little more severe than what they had orginally thought. By 6pm the tests came back to reveal he had pancreatitis. Friday morning, I went to work hoping to get through the day as quickly as possible, not thinking my life was about to be turned around more than it had been. I got laid off due to corporate downsizing and on the way back to the hospital in tears I called Swan. By the time I had gotten back to the hospital, the doctors had pulled me aside, telling me my husbands condition was worse than they had expected. His condition was Necrotizing Pancreatitis (I could go into some heavy duty explaination here, but I'll just say it's where your pancreas decides it just wants to 'eat' itself). As if that wasn't bad enough, his kidneys and liver were starting to fail.

Within hours and without any explaination Swan was at the hospital. (We live approx 5 hours from eachother) When others cringed at his sickness (pancreatitis is not pretty by any means), Swan just sat in his room, cracked jokes and made him smile.

By Saturday morning the doctors were telling us to prepare for funeral arrangements, that he was in renal failure, his pancreas was basically finished, and his white blood cell count was off the charts, much too high to control. They told me his only chance was to have him transferred to a more sufficient hospital, or basically watch him die within days.

Saturday we transferred to one of the largest hospitals in the area, by Saturday night they had induced coma, in which he remained for nearly 2 1/2 weeks. During this time his heart had stopped several times, eventually leading them to put in a temporary pacemaker. He had to go through 6 rounds of dialysis to restart his kidneys. He had interal bleeding into his stomach cavity and was given 8 units of blood. He went into respiratory failure and had to have a full tracheostomy. He also have a severe case of pneumonia and a collapsed lung. (Basically anything shitty that could have happened .. happened.)

The hubs spent a total of 50 days in the hospital. He is at home now, and is doing well, however we still have a long road. He is due for surgery in October and will spent another week or so in the hospital, before he is released to rest at home again. Another month or two of recovery at home .. and then hopefully we will be home free afterwards.
I can't even express in words how much Swan means to me. During the hubs stay in the ICU, overnight accommodations weren't the best. She slept right next to me on the hard floor and more often than not we were lucky to get a few hours of snooze time here and there. She wouldn't complain when we would go to bed at 4am and the hospital staff would turn on the lights at 7am. We were running on cafeteria food and tons of coffee. She would drive me back and forth to the hospital, and sometimes we'd stay for several days at the hospital without returning to my home. Taking a shower in the hospitals 'special' rooms were weird .. and gross. Instead of bitching, she would just laugh.

During the day while I was back in the hubs room, sometimes for hours, Swan would sit outside in the waiting room. I can't even begin to tell her how big of a comfort it was just to know she was there. There were nights when I would come from his room puffy faced and teary eyed and without word Swan would understand.

They always say when you go through hard times your true friends stick by your side. I've lived 27 years on this earth and I don't think I have ever found a more true friend than Swan. She's perfect, beautiful on the inside and out. I can't even begin to thank her for everything she's done for me. She continues to amaze me and I'm so thankful she was brought into my life. (Thank you to my sexy Rob Patt for 'introducing' us!) She's beautiful, inside and out. I am lucky to call her a friend. Someday I can only hope to be there for her as much as she has for me.

I <3 you always. Much love BBs.
See you in Miami loves!
-AnonyCullen.

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Outtake

It's a pretty RAW cut.  Full of Cullen's comma whoring issues and maybe a few other errors, but enjoy.   We're trying to get these out as quickly as possible to you and thought you might enjoy another outtake in the meantime!

"Money, so they say.

Is the root of all evil today."

Pink Floyd - Money

EmPOV

She danced over him, his fingertips gliding over her toned stomach, her hair fell in waves over their faces. Her hands adorned with brightly colored, plastic fingernails, pushed his head between her naked, fake breasts. His lips creased in an overly obnoxious smile as she climbed into his lap, her covered heat grinding against his leg.

Taking a slight swig of my draft beer, I chuckled and turned my head slightly, looking into a set of familiar eyes.

"And just what the fuck are we doing here?" I barked over the loud music, grinning as Mike left his seat, the stripper guiding him by his hand like some sick, sad little puppy through the horribly obnoxious, lighted stripclub.

Edward grinned, leaning further back in his chair, smirking as a few of the dancers passed by, waving and giggling like schoolgirls. ''Best happy hour in Miami," he smiled, taking a drink of his bourbon.

I nodded my head in response, the loud music starting to become irritating in my ears. "Why didn't you think to invite Whit?"

"He's busy. Fucking a tornado... or something," Edward chuckled as a small blonde woman climbed into his lap, his hands grabbing her hips, guiding them to create the friction I assumed he desired.

"What?"

I watched as he took another hefty gulp of his drink. He seemed to take his time indulging in the auburn liquid, smiling as the woman leaned down, running her tongue slowly across his upper lip. Waiving a nonchalant hand towards me, he continued with his escapades. "I don't know. I don't get involved in his personal matters."

I let out a hearty laugh. Who did he think he was kidding?  "Are you serious, man? He's one of your best friends and you're going to sit here and tell me you don't get involved in his life? You expect me to believe that?"

Edward sat there, shifting uncomfortably as the woman bent over him, her full cheeky flesh within inches of his face. Even with obvious distraction and the terrible lighting in the club, I could tell something was on his mind. Regardless, it didn't give him an excuse to act like an asshole.

"You know Ed, he told me the way you treated his girl on the boat the other night. Not cool man," I shook my head, "Not fucking cool. I'm just sorry I wasn't there to intervene and put you in your place. Sounds like you need a good ass kicking these days."

In my mind I tried to sort out what could possibly be disturbing him. True, he had been working more than his usual hours, but that wasn't abnormal for Edward. His social life had seemed to be taking a dive lately, other than the paparazzi and Tanya's vulgar friends, he rarely had anybody to confide in. However he knew he could always confide in me; his brother. Edward was a difficult specimen. I would never push him to divuldge information he wasn't ready to share, however if he kept acting like a bonifide asshole ...well, fuck. Then I was going to start pushing.

"Don't start with me Em. It's not my fucking fault Jasper can't control his little peons he likes to associate himself with. Besides, she's the opposing lawyer in court, and that's just all sorts of fucked up," he managed to blurt out right as the dancer smothered him yet again.

I stared at him. Edward had always been a little cocky around the sleeves, it was just his nature. Living in Miami didn't help this matter. However lately, he had been different. His hits had been a bit more personal.

"Dude... what the fuck has gotten into you?"

He responded, not even looking at me. Focusing on the floozy grinding on top of him instead. "What do you mean what the fuck has gotten into me? When did it become a crime to get a little action in my life?"

"It's not a crime man, but Jesus... you've been walking around acting like a complete cocksucker. I don't even know who you are anymore."

Chapter 5: Trash

"Sex SEX Sex

...And don't forget the violence."

Marilyn Manson - This Is The New Shit

Jury of Dreams

Edward suddenly leaped from his chair, banging it against the bench pew behind him.  "Permission to approach the bench, Judge Whitlock?"
The Judge sighed, adjusting in his seat before answering.  "Permission granted."
Edward walked toward me, his smile cruelly burning through my exterior.  He didn't stop when he approached the wooden stand, instead he stepped up the few stairs to stand right next to me in the small area.
"Bella," he breathed, grabbing my chair and spinning it towards him.  Leaning into me, his breath came in hot wisps across my face, the familiar smell of my many trysts rushing excitedly to pool at my center.  "Judge Whitlock would like to know what you've done.  I think you should answer him, Mrs. Newton," Edward breathed, leaning closer.

Unsettling Texts

Office.  10AM. 

     J. Black

I looked at the clock; it was nearly eight thirty in the morning… on a Saturday.  This worried me.  Granted, Jake occasionally would stop in the office on the weekends, but it was always by himself; he would never think to call any of his employees in unless they had been previously scheduled.  Plus, Jake wasn't one to text, hell he wasn't even one to email.  Even with his job as head editor, he seemed to be constantly repelling technology.  A good old fashioned call from Jacob usually suited his standards, so needless to say a text from him, had hundreds of butterflies taking flight in my stomach.

                                  

Breathtakingly Beautiful

 I liked to think I was pretty lucky when it came to an office space.  The Miami Times is located on the 30th floor of a gorgeous scraper amidst the city's skyline.  Granted, my cubicle was small but I had insanely gorgeous views of Miami.  However, Edward's office was a sight to be reckoned with.  His walls were professionally painted in darker shades of grey that accompanied the lighter shade in the main rooms.  Instead of marble, his floors boasted a beautifully shined teak wood.  His furniture was sleek and seamless, glass accented with darker shades of carved wood.  Black and white photos just like the ones in the main entry way graced his walls, however these were of old wooden docks, each decrepitly beautiful.  The obvious focal point of the room was the floor to ceiling glass window panes that completed his back wall.  A window full of palm trees, the soft sand of the beach, and blue waves crashing into the shore nearly one hundred feet away took my breath away.  Between the natural light of the sun and the darkness of the walls, the whole look was quite melodramatic; quite captivating.

 Heated Exchange

"What the fuck are you doing here?  Come to ruin my marriage in front of my wife?  Just because yours isn't working doesn't mean you have the right to destroy mine!  You're lucky I got her out of here when I did,” Edward yelled at me, his chest heaving between breaths.

 

Near Freedom

I spun on my heel and hurried myself towards the exit, towards freedom.  I didn't want to run, to give myself away.  I had to get away from him, but tried to keep myself in check.  I couldn't be certain, but I thought I heard something hit the ground behind me, however I kept moving forward.  Suddenly, a firm grip wrapped around my arm and I was thrust into a small room mere feet away from the outside world.

Marked Skin

Mustering up as much force as I could, I pushed my arms against him, shoving him completely from my body.  In a sudden fit, I grasped at his shirt, ripping it open as hard as I possibly could, his surprised expression, nearly sending me into a fit of giggles.  Harshly slapping my palms on his chest, I slowly dragged my nails down his muscled abs, watching as he grimaced.  His sun-kissed skin plumped as my nails left their marks; I smiled, more than pleased.  He sucked in a quick breath and a low moan escaped from the back of his throat.  "Tell me, Mr. Cullen, how does that feel?"

Obnoxious Tugs
Edward moaned as he caught me eyeing him, suddenly grabbing my wrist and pulling my hands away from his throbbing cock.  I wanted to whimper at the loss of touch, but was too excited for what was to come.  He quickly spun me around, placing my arms against the door.  Covering them for a moment with his own hands, his hot breath trailed on my neck.  With a slight shift he pushed his dick into the small of my back, grinding into the back of me.  I groaned at the friction, but desperately needed more.  Slowly, he dragged his hands down my arms, grazed the side of my breasts, and pulled on my shirt with an obnoxious tug.  What little buttons he hadn't managed to undo earlier pinged across the room, his teeth nipping cruelly at my exposed shoulder, his hands roughly unclasping my bra, harshly cupping at my chest.

Angered Thrusts

Feeling a slight bit of anger, I pushed my ass further into him, eliciting a mound of profanities from his lips.  Before I even had time to process what was happening, he pulled my tight pencil skirt up as far as he could, the sound of ripping material filling the small room.  Pushing my soaked panties to the side, he waivered for a moment, his breath deliciously heavy against my shoulder.  With a sudden force, he thrust inside of me, pushing all the way to the hilt, slamming me into the door.

 

Tainted Marriage

My marriage certificate was covered in him.
He had pulled out of me just as he was about to come, finishing over my file, his residue smearing not only mine, but Mike's signature as well.
What.  The.  Fuck?

Chapter Five; TEASER

You asked for it; you shall receive.  It's completely raw and unedited.  So excuse the horrible grammar, punctuation & anything else we've missed.   Enjoy a little tease while our beta is busy at work.  Enjoy!

"Something wrong?" he snickered, the palm of his hand trying to grasp for my hip.

Successfully managing to block him, I turned from his grasp and tried to make my way towards the door. "You like to think you can have me anyway you want, but you can't. Not now, not anymore," I barked at him. "You may be able to fuck anything you want in Miami, but I'm going to be the one thing you can’t have."

His eyes darkened as a dark chuckle escaped his lips. "Feisty you are today Mrs. Newton. Maybe you do have a backbone after all." The smug smile remained in place as he continued, "As much as I enjoy this new attitude of yours, I have to correct you on one thing.  You see, I can have you and I will have you."

I rolled my eyes towards him as I grasped the doors knob, my chest heaving with excitement at the mere fact that I had finally been able to stand up to him. I was prepared to open the door and fully walk away from him, fully exit from his perfect world.

“Mrs. Newton?” he asked, his eyebrows perked. “Just one thing before you leave.”

Letting go of the heavy knob, I turned towards him slowly, breathing in deeply as I watched him search the rows of files, finally placing his fingers on one in particular and giving a quick pull. Walking towards me, he thumbed the manila folder in his hands, giving me full advantage to see the papers.

To my horror, I watched as pictures, copied documents, bank statements, and a marriage certificate flipped between his fingers; My file, my life was literally racing before me as he continued to walk towards me. Pressing his body flush against mine, I sucked in a heavy breath of air as his palm closed the door behind us, the click of the lock echoing loudly throughout the room.

“Ironic isn’t it? Your life...,” he grinned, his lips grazing my collar bone. “Right here, between my fingers."

I swallowed noisily, my throat suddenly becoming extremely dry. Edward backed away, and resumed thumbing through my file, quick glimpses of my previous life continuing to tease and taunt my brain.


"I'm good at many things, as you know Mrs. Newton, but I'm especially good at my job. That's what people pay me for. People know this, I know this, Miami knows this. You see, Alice is fresh meat... or freshly fucked as we attorneys like to call it. She's right out of college, starting off on her own. Quite cute actually,” he smiled, amusing only himself. "I make people like Alice cry. I humiliate them in the courtroom."
 "I think Alice can hold her own," I barked towards him, turning my back towards him once again, my fingers fumbling on the door lock.

He laughed, placing my file under his left arm while grabbing me with his right, only to spin me around to face him. "That may be, however I know people and I know the right people. I’m not in this business to play make believe. I’m here to ruin people and I have the ability to end her career before it even starts. When I told you the other day, I could ruin you, I meant that. Ruining both you and Alice would be a pleasurable experience for me, quite exciting actually."

I seethed in his direction, my putrid hate for him seeping into the room. Taking my eyes off his, I could only manage to stare at my file that was tucked safely under his arm.

"Want it?" he breathed, bringing the file out from under his arm and waving in front of my face.


"You know I do," I gulped, following the manila file with my eyes, my heart skipping a beat as a sudden flick of his wrist sent my file fluttering to the ground. My life, my once peaceful life scattering across the floor. Looking down towards the discarded documents he snickered. To access my file, meant one thing. I would have to succumb, sink to my knees in front of him.

"I'm not giving you what you want Edward Cullen. I'm not going to sink to my knees like one of your little whores," I quietly breathed, my breath fanning across his face. I could barely allow myself to look at him in fear I would actually give in to his little game.

"Hmm, is that so?" Edward murmured, pressing me up against the door once again, his arms blocking me in a small cage. "Tell me one thing Mrs. Newton. When I do this...," he whispered, his nose running a line down my jaw, his warm tongue flicking gingerly at my skin. "Or this," he asked, his right hand slipping from the side of my head, running a line down my blouse, his index finger taunting feverishly at my exposed flesh, plucking at a few of the buttons. "How do you feel?"

 Turning my head, I squelched the urge to moan. With just a simple touch of his fingertip, just a simple flick of his tongue had already sent a round of warmed, wetness between my legs... and he knew it.

The fucking prick knew it.

Chapter Four: Shipwrecked

"Well if you told me you were drowning,
I would not lend a hand.

I've seen your face before my friend,
but I don't know if you know who I am.

Well I was there and I saw what you did,
I saw it with my own two eyes.

So you can wipe off that grin,
I know where you've been.

It's all been a pack of lies."

Phil Collins - In the Air Tonight

Flattering Figure

The rich, chic Marc Jacobs boasted a delicate lace pattern across the bust, followed by an 'I really can't fucking breathe' waist line. Although I could barely move, I had to admit my figure looked more than flattering as I eyed myself in front of a full length mirror. Alice completed my outfit with a pair of Jimmy Choo black kitten heels and a simple diamond tear necklace.

Pure Vintage

Not to be outdone, Alice had chosen a startling white vintage Christian Dior. The crisp color of the material, along with the white Manolo Blahnik heels she had paired with it, complimented her bronzed skin wonderfully. Her soft, brown locks were piled in a messy bun, with a few stray tendrils falling into her eyes. Her eyes were dramatically dark, and her pout boasted the most bold shade of red I had ever seen.

Tempting Mr. Black

Pulling away from him, I took notice of his attire. He looked stunning in his black suit, the material nearly matching the color of his own hair. He was freshly shaven and if I was a betting woman, he probably had managed to smell as tempting as he looked. It was the best I had ever seen Jake look in the time I had known him. Granted Jake didn't normally look like some thrown out piece of yesterday's trash, but tonight I felt privileged to be tucked at his side.

Perfectly Luxurious

My breath hitched the moment we stepped foot onto the deck, an audible gasp literally escaping my throat. It was one of the most gorgeous sights I had ever seen. The polished, wood deck was littered with waiters, dressed to the tens in crisp white tux's with matching white gloves, busily running around the deck with silver plated trays. Guests were dressed in the most gorgeous black and white couture and there was even a small orchestra hidden in the corner left of the deck, their white suits perfectly mimicking the waiters. To add contrast, red velvet couches, along with matching red umbrellas and soft white lanterns were strategically placed around the deck, allowing luxurious places to sit and rest while others mingled.

Personal Hell

I turned to see him lost amidst a sea of women, each model material and linked around his arms. Surprisingly, although a specific dress code had been stated, he was clad in a pair of rather expensive looking dark grey slacks, complete with a black colored shirt and a iced grey sports jacket. He donned the same shoes I had seen him in this morning at the coffee house, their black leather polished into a high shine. Covering his eyes, were the same pair of shades that had taunted me earlier and a Cheshire cat grin to boost. His hair was blowing in the wind wildly, lose strands sticking in every direction.

Taunted Memories

The same woman in the numerous photos hung above his bed. His bed. The same woman in the photos who wore an enormous glistening ring, the same ring I couldn't help but stare at. His wife.

Stunning Show

After a few grunts, three almost near spills of my champagne, and one good dress re-adjustment, I managed to pull myself completely to the top of the deck. Directly in front of the staircase was a hot tub, the water glowing slightly purple. The lighting was softer here than the rest of the areas, even more beautiful than the party floor had been. The breeze was cooler, and the view was stunning. A thousand stars blazed brightly in the sky, dancing across the water. The moon shone brightly, giving me my own personal show. I breathed in deeply, my lungs filling with the sea's salt and fresh air. Although I had already established to myself that I didn't belong here, I couldn't help but smile. It was breathtaking.

Shipwrecked

"Heidsieck..," he continued, ignoring my obvious eye rolls. "Or rather Shipwrecked Heidsieck came from the Heidsieck vineyard."

"Shipwrecked?"

"Yes, Shipwrecked," he said as he took another swig from the bottle. "Shipwrecked because the ship these bottles were being transported on wrecked off the coast of Finland in 1916. This particular bottle was made in 1907."

Guttural Groans

I pressed against his body harder, pushing him off me completely and into the opposite wall of the tub. My legs found themselves wrapping around his hips, straddling him, and I groaned at the friction. My lips kissed down his jaw line, onto his bare shoulders, and nipped at his bare shoulders. He let out a low guttural groan before fisting Alice's dress, stretching the material, and pulling it down to expose my chest. My head lulled backwards as I felt his lips against my skin. His lips were warm, warmer than the tropical air.

Ignited Growls

"I'm going to finish what I started Mrs. Newton," he growled, wasting no time to plunge his tongue between my waiting folds.

Moans escaped passed my lips, as I allowed myself to get swept in the feel of him. I felt the spark inside of me ignite. "Yes..."

I smiled in pure ecstasy as he hummed against my sex, my hand reaching out to push him further into me. I craved more, I needed release. "Oh God, Edward..."

Chaste Lies

To add to her desperate act, I leaned in closely planting a chaste kiss across her lips. To know she would have been livid with rage if she possibly could have known where my lips had been was nearly the highlight of my night, more than that, my entire existence. My contained fits of laughter continued to burn in my stomach, nearly escaping, as Tanya pressed herself deeper into our kiss, opening her own mouth to grant me access. I was almost positive my own lips, tongue, and mouth were littered with the taste of Bella, however, Tanya remained clueless. No doubt her taste buds had been soured by the generous amount of champagne she had consumed.

Chapter Three: Play

"I could corrupt you,

It will be easy.

Watching you suffer,

Girl it would please me.

I wanna touch you,

With my little finger.

I know it will crush you,

My memory would linger."

Depeche Mode - Corrupt

Warm Vanilla Mornings

Instead of a blonde, tanned, plastic Barbie doll grumbling next to me, I had woke to something different, something warm, something that smelled of vanilla and heaven. Surprisingly I had caught myself studying her for several moments, watching in awe as her bare breasts rose with each delicate labored breath, her skin glistening from the morning heat. I had to sustain my slight smile as even in her sleep her teeth nipped at her bottom lip.

Fake Plastic Art

There was no doubt, she was gorgeous, her body was the most perfect piece of art. Fake, plastic art, but art. She was tall, her bronzed, beautiful legs met the curvature of her ass in a perfect mold. Her hips seemed to have been sculpted by Donatello himself; they taunted nearly every man as she walked by. Her breasts, even though bought, molded to her frame in a perfect posture, her nipples pink and perky. Long blonde hair hung nearly to hear waist, and I grinned thinking how many times I had watched it graze over her ass as I had her bent over, daring to reach out and grab a handful.

Play.

She didn't have the time to play with me. I couldn't accept her treating me as if I was some child she had grown tired of raising. Her words washed over me as if I was a six year old wanting her to play with my Legos. Somehow, in this mess I called my life, I had went from her more than desirable husband to her bothersome child.

"Play," I grumbled as I rubbed passed her shoulder, stepping out onto the cool tile of the bathroom, steam fogging up the mirrors on the either side of the room.

Comfort of Leather

I wasn't up for small talk as I passed Maurice, our driver, and headed towards my SUV. He opened the back side door, as he did most mornings, taking my briefcase before I climbed into the soft leather of my vehicle. I relaxed the moment Maurice cranked the engine, basking in the familiar sound. I knew once I threw myself back into my work all thoughts of her would hopefully disappear. Still, it didn't help that she was a part of the case I was going to work on, but if I kept in mind how awful she was according to my client, then I could convince myself of her evil.

She might not have been evil that night, but there was something wicked about her.

Jittery Fate

Pulling onto the main strip, nearly a block away from my office, I glanced at a familiar coffee shop. It was far from a chain, like Starbucks, and was classified most often as a dump, however the coffee was fresh and strong and I often would frequently stop in when I was in need of an urgent pick me up. This morning something familiar caught my eye. I chuckled inwardly when I noticed a beat up old silver Volvo parked in front with a Washington license plate.

Ah, fate you fickle bitch.

Now it was my turn to play.

No Handouts

Before I could manage to open my mouth, he turned towards the door, walking away briskly. Every muscle beneath his perfect clothes, moved in flawless, fluid manner, and I had to catch myself as my mind starting drifting back to another night, another time, when we moved just as fluidly together in the bedroom.

I was about to open my mouth to stand my ground, to show him that I wasn't going to take his shit anymore, when he cut me down one last time.

He turned back towards me, raising his sunglasses to his eyes, shielding them, a sneer gracing his perfect face. "By the way Mrs. Newton, you can expect a bill from me. I don't do handouts."

Defeated

Feeling defeated after my run in with him, I had made my way to work in record time, not stopping to chat with my co-workers as I did on most normal mornings. Instead, I retreated to my desk and flung myself on top of it, the coolness of the metal feeling pleasant against my skin.

I suddenly had no taste for coffee and no desire to continue on with the work day. When had things become so complicated? Life, it seemed, was perfect back in Washington. I had a job, a husband whom I loved and would clearly do anything for, and a great life. Now look where I am. I felt like I didn't even know who I was anymore.

Chapter Two: The Bitter Taste Of ...

"I wish I'd only look

And didn't have to touch.

I wish I'd only smell this

And didn't have to taste.

How can I ignore?

This is sex without toucing.

I'm going to explore."

Bjork - Enjoy

The Married Man

Taking a rather long drag of my cigarette, I inhaled deeply before letting the smoke exhale from my mouth, the haze billowing towards a small framed picture on my desk. My wife's face smiled back brightly at me.

 I was married.

Open Palm.  ''Thwack."

Visions of her flooded my mind again. The first time my hand landed on her succulent ass in the limo. How I longed for the cloth to be removed from her body and allow myself to feel the flesh beneath it. The sounds of her moans vibrated in my ears as I continued to slap and grope her in the back seat.

Bitten Reminders

The moonlight cast down upon the beach, the reflection sending a sensuous glow off her paled skin. I groaned, adjusting myself as she watched and licked her lips. Desperate for some type of release, I pushed her down into the sand, my body perfectly aligning with hers as we fell. She giggled, squirming below me, as my lips found refuge in her neck.

Eager Agressor

Suddenly, I was rolling through the soft, cool sand. I was no longer the aggressor; she had managed to straddle the top of my frame, her legs resting perfectly against my hips. She flipped her long chestnut hair, the beautiful curls cascading down her back, beckoning me to grab them. Her hands ran a line from her waist, painfully slow, her fingertips grazing her breasts, still making their way north until they were tangled in the luscious locks. My hands suddenly became jealous. Her lids fell heavy as she caressed her own body, I only could manage to watch, my mouth agape, my cock still fighting a never ending battle against my pants. Her soft pink tongue darted to her bottom lip, capturing moisture that had built up from the humid Miami air.

Dirty Girl

"I'm going to fuck you like the dirty girl you are," I murmured in her ear, my dick twitching between us as she groaned, her sounds muffled in the pillows.

In one forceful thrust, I slid into her, my pelvic bone resting perfectly against her ass. She let out a slight cry, he body shivering below me. I was in a pleasured heaven, watching as she squirmed below me, her hands grasping at the sheets so tight her knuckles has since gone white.

Another Conquest

The thought of his sun kissed skin, his muscles contracting in his strong shoulders as he pulled my weight down the bed this morning, his lips meeting my sensitive and more than eager flesh . . .

Perfectly Perfect Lawyer

Alice was standing outside the courthouse in a crisp, clean ivory white suit, complete with a matching Chanel purse and tanned Jimmy Choo's.  Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, glasses adorned her tiny face, and her makeup was lighter than usual. She was definitely playing her part. I gulped when she spotted me, her eyes widening as I neared.

Locked Eyes
His gaze burned through me as he realized who I was. For a second, I saw his eyes widen, and then a small smirk appeared out of the corner of his mouth, his lips twitched just a hint. His eyebrow arched slightly as I watched him look me up and down. Unconsciously, I tried to smooth out my clothes and tame my hair.