The Business Arrangement - Chapter 5

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Chapter 5 – Moving Pieces

Bella POV

We soon discovered why Emmett didn't go to Chicago with us – and it didn't surprise us at all. He had attended a benefit along with Carlisle and Esme the night of our Chicago trip. While there, he had met Dr. Rosalie Hale, a leading pediatrician in New York.

Needless to say, Edward was very angry at him for blowing off company business for yet another woman. He probably would've spent a good twenty minutes in Emmett's office – when Emmett finally showed up back at work, reprimanding him for disappointing him and the company yet again if I hadn't waylaid him first by asking him to step into my office. I closed the door firmly behind him.

I started, "Now, Edward, you can go in there and yell at Emmett for awhile until you get that out of your system or you can kiss me again like you did on the plane back from Chicago."

Edward had a momentary look of confusion in his eyes and replied, "But, Isabella, he needs to learn some responsibility…"

I cut him off by pressing my palms into his impeccably-pressed shirt covering his muscled chest. Thank goodness these stiletto heels made me a little more even with his height. "I think he's heard that sermon from you a time or two now, Edward. Please, I need you to kiss me…now."

In a moment, his arms were around me and his lips were on mine, branding me with every ounce of passion he felt. This was much better than listening to him ranting down the hallway at his brother!

When he finally let me up for air, he was smiling. "Thank you for that, Isabella. That was definitely a better way to work out my frustration."

I grinned back at him and said, "I'm glad I could assist."

He asked, "You're still coming for dinner with me tonight at the house, correct?"

By this point, Edward and I had officially been a couple for about a month. He had sent me several flower arrangements to the apartment I shared with Alice, we'd shared some lunches in the office, and I'd been out to his house a few times for dinner. There had been some stolen kisses in our respective offices – always behind closed doors.

"Of course," I said.

He winked at me and said as he grasped the door handle to exit my office, "Bring an overnight bag."

Oh yeah, I could feel the blush working its way up from my neck to the roots of my hair on my forehead. It wasn't as if I was a virginal young thing – I wasn't – but the thought of sleeping with Edward got me all hot and bothered.

As I was getting ready for my dinner later, Alice breezed into my room. She was getting ready for yet another date with Jasper. They were going to dinner and then a club downtown. A little niggling suspicion of doubt settled itself in the back of my head, but I tried to brush it away quickly – surely I was imagining things. I finally settled on wearing a short black skirt along with a royal blue button-up blouse with a black collar and cuffs. I wasn't sure how Edward felt about the garter belt and stockings on our fateful trip to Chicago and didn't want to ask him in advance, so I decided to add them as well, along with black patent leather stilettos.

Sam arrived right on time at 7:30 p.m. and we enjoyed a nice chat as he drove me to Long Island. I was glad this was a Friday night. I was looking forward to spending a luxurious Saturday morning in bed with Edward!

I was greeted at the door of the mansion by one of the staff, who took my purse and overnight bag and whisked me away to a room I hadn't visited yet. It was circular in shape with many green plants around the room. Most of the walls were glass as was the ceiling – through which I knew I would be able to see stars in the night sky later when it was darker. A small table, glowing with candlelight, near one side of the room was set for two. The entire room was bathed in candlelight and the regular lighting was all on dimmers. Beautiful music was coming from the grand piano near one of the window walls. As my eyes adjusting to the low lighting, I could see Edward sitting at the piano, playing.

Edward could play the piano? Cue the next thing I thought was swoon-worthy about him!

I walked over to the piano and sat next to him on the bench. "Good evening, Isabella. You look beautiful this evening," he said, looking straight at me but still playing perfectly.

"Hi. You're pretty handsome yourself," I said. I'm sure I blushed. I was hoping in this low lighting, he wouldn't be able to see.

"Are you nervous?" he asked.

Damn. "Yes, a little. Did you see me blush?"

Edward removed his hands from the ivories and reached up to stroke my cheek. "No, I heard it in your voice. There's nothing to be nervous about. We're just going to eat dinner."

I nodded mutely as he took my hand and guided me over to the table. He pulled out my chair for me and we sat down next to each other to enjoy our first course of salad and rolls.

I know we were enjoying some good conversation – there was talking and laughter – when the next course was served – lobster with butter sauce. Edward insisted on feeding me part of my portion with his fingers. Any coherent thought I had left my head as I sucked the butter gently off his long, elegant fingers.

His attention moved to my lips. "Your mouth drives me crazy. Did you know that?" I hadn't been intending to be seductive. The lobster and butter sauce were incredibly good – and this very handsome man was feeding me this delectable treat. I was simply enjoying myself.

Edward's gaze lifted to meet mine. "I've been wanting to kiss you since the moment I saw you walk in here tonight." He seemed to wait for confirmation in my eyes and then he leaned toward me and kissed me gently on the lips. We both tasted of lobster and butter.

My hands went around his neck automatically and ran through the back of his hair. He groaned into my mouth and broke away from me for a moment as he said, "Isabella, you don't know how much I want you."

I looked back at him with an arched brow and a challenge in my eyes and said, "Show me." He hurriedly cleaned his hands with a warm wet napkin provided for that purpose as he got up and strode to the door from where the servant had brought our meals and informed her we would not be having dessert. He was back beside me in a moment.

Edward grasped my hand gently and drew me up to a standing position beside him. He cradled my face in his hands briefly and then began kissing my lips, gently at first and then with increased desire. I matched him back with my own. As his tongue flicked and nipped down my neck, I moaned out loud from the sheer pleasure of it. My arms encircled his head, trying to draw him closer to me, tugging my hands through his hair – it was so soft and thick.

His hands moved down my body to my waist, then quickly moved back up my ribcage. His mouth claimed mine again as his fingers expertly found my nipples and made them harden at his touch. "Oh Isabella," he breathed, voice thick with desire.

Then before I could scarcely take in that information, he was kneeling before me, pulling my skirt up. "Mmmm," he said in pleasure, "you wore this garter belt again. I didn't get a chance to tell you how much I liked it in Chicago. You were turning me on and you weren't even aware of it, my beautiful girl." Then his tongue was on my skin, dancing over my thighs at the top of my stockings.

Moisture was pooling between my thighs at a rapid pace. I wasn't entirely comfortable making love in this public area of the house, but I was about to throw caution to the wind and not give a damn where we were due to the talents of this wonderful man's tongue. Soon, I felt Edward pull my skirt back down. What the hell?

His mouth was back on my throat, breathing deeply. "Isabella," he practically moaned, "I need you. Will you let me have you?"

"Yes, of course," I said, as I wound my fingers into his hair again. His arm went around my waist as he guided me from the room and up to his suite. Oh, he wanted privacy – excellent choice – me too. I was glad we didn't run into anyone on the way. Edward's hair looked nothing like his normal workday look – it was sex hair on fire. I didn't look down at myself, but I could feel my lips were swollen from all the kissing we'd been doing and I'm sure the look in my eyes was pure, wanton lust and love for the man beside me.

As soon as Edward closed and locked the door behind us, I jumped into his arms with abandon with my feet locked behind his back and began kissing him again – which he matched back with equal fervor. "Isabella," he panted.

"Hmmm?" I questioned around our warm, wet tongues.

He slid his tongue down my neck again and whispered, "I want to undress you, my love." He carried me over to his large king-size bed and placed me in the exact middle of it. I shivered in anticipation. He kissed along my jaw and said, "Don't be nervous, love. I'll take care of you."

He unbuttoned my blouse carefully, taking his time with those long fingers of his. As each button came out of the buttonhole, he kissed each newly-exposed inch of my skin. He loved seeing my black lacy bra – I think it inflamed his desire even more – but he didn't spend any additional time there just now. He wanted me completely undressed.

Next came my skirt – he unzipped the side zipper and slid it over my hips. Lying there in the center of Edward's bed in my bra, panties, garter belt and stockings – with him gazing down at me, I never felt sexier in my life.

Then he unhooked my stockings from the garter belt and rolled them down my legs. When I saw the meticulous care he gave them, I thought he surely must've done the same in Chicago even though I was totally unaware. And now that I could see how it affected him, it must've been a Herculean effort on his part to go sleep on the couch in his suite in that hotel room.

Edward stared at me for a bit and then said softly, "Oh, Isabella, you are so exquisitely gorgeous like this for me." His eyes had missed nothing on their exploration of my body. He kissed my lips and sucked on my earlobe as he expertly unfastened the clasp on the front hook of my bra. His hands massaged my breasts through my bra for a bit, then as his mouth moved a bit further south on my body, he pulled my bra further apart so my erect nipples were waiting for his mouth.

And he definitely didn't disappoint in that area. As he sucked one into his warm, wet mouth, he kneaded and pulled on the other one and alternated between the two. Everything he was doing was making a direct electric current between my legs, which I was attempting to rub together to gain some relief. My hands remained in Edward's hair or caressing his back. I had finally gotten him to shed his dress shirt.

The roar of my pulse in my ears was overwhelming, but I know I was moaning incoherent moans along with his name. Edward whispered into my skin, "Do you like that, love?" I nodded my head furiously and clutched his back closer to me. He moaned appreciatively at my assent and moved further down my body. He whispered into my belly button, "I want to taste you, love. Would that be all right?" His tongue dipped into my belly button as I moaned out a "yes."

He slipped my panties and garter belt off gently and dropped them to the floor, I assumed. I didn't care if they were wound around a lampshade at this point. Edward moved me up on the bed so my head was lying on the very comfortable pillows. He took a neck roll pillow with a smirk and a kiss to my lips.

He asked me to lift up my butt a bit so he could put the neck roll pillow underneath it and to spread my thighs. Gladly! I felt very exposed – but this was Edward. He kissed slowly from my ankles up to the insides of my thighs on both legs. The sweet agony! Didn't he know he'd already set my lady bits on fire and that fire needed put out now? The man had been destroying every pair of panties I'd owned for the past month since we'd become official. I'd never done so much laundry.

Finally, his glorious face was between my thighs and he quietly said, "Love, you are exquisite everywhere." He slowly parted the folds of my pussy with his long fingers and tentatively licked it from bottom to top. I let out an appreciatively deep moan. "Mmmm…and you are so wet for me, love. I love you just like this."

His tongue and fingers went to work on my pussy, making it even impossibly wetter. The neck roll pillow made my body at the perfect angle for Edward's talented tongue and fingers to get deeply inside me. He was making me moan, gasp for breath and scream his name – all at the same time. Finally, he wrapped his arms around my thighs with his long fingers holding my pussy lips open while his tongue was lapping me so I could barely move the lower half of my body. My orgasm ripped through me like a runaway locomotive and fireworks all wrapped up together.

Edward backed off a bit and kissed and nipped at my thighs for a bit until I came down from my orgasm. As soon as the words "That was incredible" left my lips, his tongue was back on my clit, urging me toward another orgasm. Fabulous – death by orgasm sponsored by Edward Cullen – sign me up! The next orgasm came quicker than the first and I was seeing stars behind my closed eyelids and panting like mad.

As soon as I had a burst of energy, I got Edward's attention by grabbing his shoulders and pulling him up beside me. I divested him of his pants and boxer briefs. He was already rock hard. I needed him inside me – now! He settled himself between my thighs and slid inside me. We were a perfect fit. Of course, his dick was large, but the perfect size for me. I'd never felt so filled up, but completely satisfied.

His lips were on mine again as we moved together. "Oh, Isabella – love, you feel so good," he panted into my mouth. I assured him he felt just as good to me.

Soon, Edward's own orgasm was upon him. Judging by his face and the look of utter contentment, he felt fantastic as well. I didn't need to be concerned about him afterward – he was a cuddler. He wasn't the type to just roll off you with a "wham, bam, thank you ma'am." He wanted to be chatty.

"Love, that was fantastic. Thank you so much for being you," he said.

I ducked my head shyly. "You're welcome."

He brought a finger under my chin and lifted my face so he could look into my eyes. "Now, love, I just saw you orgasm twice, we've made love, and now you're lying here in my arms naked – and you're being shy? You're gloriously beautiful, love."

"Thank you, Edward."

He turned toward me, "No, love, thank you. You asked me before where I lived. I think now I know. I'm alive when I'm with you. You make me feel alive."

I snuggled in closer to him and ruffled my fingers through the smattering of hair on his chest. We fell into a light sleep then.

We grew cold a short time later and crawled underneath the covers. That necessitated another round of lovemaking. I was a lucky girl.

Edward POV

What the hell was that beeping? I was having a glorious dream and it involved me and a beautiful brown-haired, brown-eyed princess and we were making love for hours on end and it did not involve any incessant beeping.

I opened one eye and looked around. My arm was thrown protectively over said beautiful brown-haired, brown-eyed princess – my lovely Isabella – in my very own bed and I listened again. My cell phone was chirping at me. What the hell? Can't people even have the common decency to let people sleep? It was Saturday and I was looking forward to a little more sleep as I hadn't slept much during the night. A certain princess had kept me up – in more ways than one – a lot of the night.

I got up without disturbing Isabella and reached over to my cell phone on the table beside the bed. Oh, fucking hell – the market in Japan was going to the dogs at a great rate of speed – and taking some of our products with it. I'd have to go into the office to sort this mess out. Crap!

Well, hopefully I could get my ass to the office, sort things out and be back home with Isabella before 9 a.m. as it was – I checked my watch – 5 a.m. now. I took some clothes with me and took a shower in a guest room down the hall so I didn't disturb my sleeping princess. I stopped in the kitchen and had one of the staff prepare a breakfast tray for her.

With all our activities during the night, I expected Isabella to sleep for quite a while and not even notice my absence. I left her breakfast tray on the coffee table in front of the couch in my suite. In case she did wake up early, she'd have breakfast and know I'd be back soon. With that, I was out of the house and on to the office to sort out the mess.

Bella POV

As I woke the morning after, I found myself in Edward's massive king-size bed alone – the scent of him still on the pillow next to me. I called out, "Edward?" There was no response.

There was a tray of croissants and fruit juice on the low table in front of the blue couch.

I slipped on my blouse I found folded next to the bed and went over to the tray. I picked up a croissant and began nibbling it, waiting for Edward to return. After waiting approximately a half hour with no sign of him, I thought I should get dressed in the clothing from my overnight bag and go searching for him.

Once in the main part of the house, I found Esme getting ready to go out to the garden. I asked, "Where is Edward?"

"Oh!" she said, "He's gone into the office."

"Do you have someone available who can drive me home?"

"Of course, dear."

I didn't let the tears fall then – I waited until I was home and in the shower. That little niggling doubt of suspicion had become full-blown. The flowers always delivered to my home, stolen kisses behind closed doors, dinners always at Edward's home – never out in public, no public declarations of love – I was tired of being Edward's "dirty little secret."