This continuance is happening thanks to JulieGirl18 who won me during The Fandom Gives Back: Eclipse Edition. So thank her for this, otherwise it wouldn't have happened. ;)

Usual thanks to BellaMadonna, Clare and Silver for their input and beta work. My writing wouldn't happen without them.

Disclaimer: Obvi I don't own Twilight or it's characters. If I did, I wouldn't have an insane amount of student loan debt. Enjoy!

Six months later

My eyes darted across the screen as my fingers moved furiously across the keyboard, words pouring out of my head faster then I could get them down onto the screen. I was racing to get this article done before my deadline. I was determined to finish it early so my boss would no longer have a reason to complain. She always found a reason to criticize me and I didn't need to give her something to justify her complaints.

A loud beeping sound jolted me out of my intense concentration and I glanced toward my office phone.

"Yes?" I asked, pushing the little red intercom button.

"You have a call on line three," my assistant Bree's voice filtered through the speaker and echoed throughout the quiet office.

"Put it to my voicemail," I responded, hardly paying attention. This article needed to get done. I was finally on a roll. To stop and be interrupted now would surely set me back.

"They said it was urgent," Bree hedged, sounding uncertain as to whether or not she should listen to me or the person on the line.

"Who is it?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

"I-I don't know. They wouldn't tell me," Bree stammered.

Sighing heavily, I told her to send the call through to me. I knew I could use a break.

Seconds later, the shrill ringing of the phone echoed throughout the room. I quickly snatched up the receiver, placing it to my ear quickly. "Bella Black."

"See me tonight."

The voice was smooth and soft, yet determined and demanding. I knew the voice very well. Even through the phone line, a shiver rippled through my body, goose bumps spread rapidly over my flesh. It was the same reaction I always had when he spoke in that tone with me. I was powerless to resist it and he knew it too. I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath.

"I thought this was an urgent call," I teased, knowing full well that I wouldn't deny him, or myself for that matter, the pleasure of seeing each other tonight.

"It is. I urgently need to see you, Bella," he whispered, his voice deep with implication. I could feel my body growing hotter by the second, with every word he spoke and the prospect of what was to come. "Say you'll come over tonight."

I hesitated for a moment, before remembering that Jake had left on a business trip and would be gone for the next four days.

"Come over at seven. I'll be waiting for you."

Without waiting for a response, he simply hung up, knowing that even if I objected I was going to come.

In more ways than one, I hoped.

Setting the phone back down I ran my fingers through my hair and stared back at the computer screen, words evading me.

So much for getting this article completed early.

As usual, my thoughts wandered to Edward and the previous six months. Since the company holiday party, our "relationship" had been a roller coaster ride of emotion, stress, and pleasure. I had slowly begun pulling away during the initial weeks following the party, realizing that I was being unfair to both Edward and my husband. I needed to put my selfishness aside and do what was right. I needed to be a good wife to my husband. I had made a commitment to him and despite the blandness of our marriage, I made a vow and I intended to keep it. I did not want or intend to be another divorce statistic.

However, Edward was incredibly persistent. He wouldn't take no for an answer. I found I was powerless against him. Eventually I could no longer resist and our secret rendezvous began in full force once again. The intensity of our meetings seemed to escalate into something I wasn't prepared to acknowledge.

My feelings for Edward were changing, slowly and steadily. The realization was scary, but I knew it was happening. I could feel it every time I spoke to him, saw him, touched him.

Coincidentally, or perhaps not, Jake had suddenly been assigned to a variety of business trips that would take him away from our home for days at a time. I was positive Edward had something to do with these assignments, but I never mentioned it and neither did he. It didn't seem to matter.

Edward hadn't broached the conversation of me leaving Jake again since the night of the holiday party. He did, however, bring up the necklace I had left on his desk. He hadn't been able to hide the hurt in his eyes, something I could still picture clearly in my mind. It killed me to see him with that look of rejection and pain, but I didn't know what else to do. What would I say if Jake found it? Reluctantly he had understood why I couldn't keep it. I knew he still had it though; it was tucked away on his dresser behind some books. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I tended to just block it out of my mind.

Instead, we spent our time consumed in each other; getting to know the other on so much more than a physical level. My resolve was slipping and my reasons for staying with Jake were becoming hazy, while my reasons for continuing to see Edward were staying at the forefront of my mind.

Edward always seemed to remember when I had an important meeting, or sensed when I was having a particularly stressful week. He would send a quick and sweet text, letting me know he was thinking of me or how amazing he thought I was.

Edward remembered the anniversary of my mother's death, sending a card and flowers when Jake failed to even acknowledge the day.

When I was sick, he ordered soup from my favorite restaurant and had it delivered to my house.

It was the little things Edward did that seemed to make the difference and made me often forget that I was even married to another man.

When I was with Edward, my senses were heightened; I was hyper aware of every move he made. He knew my body better than I did, and definitely better than Jake ever had. But a successful relationship was about so much more than the physical aspects, wasn't it? Every day I was becoming more and more confused.

Despite our lackluster physical relationship, Jake was a great guy and had always been good to me. We'd been best friends since children, dating when we became teenagers and it just naturally evolved into something more serious. When we went to college we'd broken up for a short period of time, each of us experimenting with someone new, but we ended right back to where we started. With Jake things were easy and natural. He was my best friend.

He definitely did not deserve my deceit and deception each time I crawled into another man's bed, that much I knew. Just the thought of the pain I would cause him when he found out made my stomach churn with disgust. I was selfish and cowardly. What Edward even saw in me, I'd never understand.

I was slowly beginning to realize that perhaps all Jake had ever been was a best friend and that was all he'd ever be. I'd begun to realize that a relationship is multifaceted, and being just a good friend, or having just a mind blowing sexual relationship, was not enough. There needed to be both; there needed to be so many things that just weren't there with Jake. Originally, all Edward had been was a mind-blowing sexual experience, nothing more. But over the last year and a half, he had definitely become so much more.

I sighed, bringing myself back to the present. I needed to finish this damn article. For now, I would need to block thoughts of Edward and Jake out of my mind.


At exactly seven 'o clock I found myself in front of Edward's door, my stomach twisted in knots. What I was nervous about, I had no idea. Butterflies always erupted in my belly before I saw him. It was an oddly satisfying feeling; foreign and something I'd never experienced with Jake.

Without warning, Edward's front door flung open and he was standing in the doorway, looking positively delicious. Without thinking, I licked my lips as I looked him over. His hair was in its typical disarray, still wet from the shower. Light stubble covered his perfect jaw just how I liked it. His green eyes pierced into mine, as he arched an eyebrow at me. Smirking, he looked me over as my eyes continued their path down his body.

He wore a deep forest green, button-down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Dark jeans covered his legs and I noticed his feet were bare.

Even his toes were beautiful.

"Come in, Bella," his smooth voice broke me from my trance and my eyes immediately snapped to his. He was smiling, obviously pleased with my reaction to his appearance.

He moved slightly to the side so I could pass him, my bare arm brushing against his clothed chest as I passed. I shivered involuntarily and took a deep breath, his scent invading my nostrils in a positively delicious way. He smelt of soap and my favorite cologne.

My skin buzzed with anticipation at his close proximity.

"You look beautiful tonight," he whispered in my ear, causing my skin to pebble and tingles to shoot down my spine. It seemed like no matter how many different ways and places this man had me, he could still bring me to my knees, in more ways than one, with just his voice or a single touch.

"Thank you," I whispered as I watched him walk into the kitchen.

"Would you like some wine?" he asked, grabbing a bottle opener from a shelf above the fridge, which caused his shirt to ride up slowly, giving me a perfect view of his ass.


"Yes, please," I responded, sitting down on a bar stool located by the island in the middle of his enormous kitchen.

I watched as he poured the wine and smiled at me as he passed the glass. Our fingers brushed gently together as I took the glass from his hand, the usual electrical spark jolting into my skin. How this man could have such a profound effect on me from just the simple stroke of his fingers against mine, both confused and excited me.

"I was just about to throw some steaks on the grill. I hope you're hungry," he stated, his finger running smoothly from the back of my hand and up my arm.

"I'm starved," I breathed out, my eyes never leaving his. His green eyes got impossibly darker as they stared into mine.

"Good," he murmured as he slowly bent down and placed his lips softly on mine. I melted into the kiss, the feeling of his soft lips making my heart race and my stomach flutter. Before I could bring my fingers up to his hair, he pulled away quickly, giving me a dashing smile before walking toward the fridge and pulling out the steaks. I watched him with rapt attention as he moved around the kitchen, completely in his element. Edward loved to cook, and he was amazing at it. Just as he was at everything else.

Over the next hour Edward and I relaxed as we ate, talking softly about our days since we'd last seen each other, just over a week previously.

The more Edward and I talked, the more confused my heart became. Being with Edward now was as easy as breathing. I always found myself really listening to whatever he had to say, and I knew he was doing the same. Everything about him interested me. How he grew up, where he was from, what his college life was like. With every day we spent together during the previous year and a half, I found myself needing to know everything about him. It seemed as though he felt the same way. Whenever I spoke, his eyes never left my face; taking in every detail, no matter how insignificant I thought it was.

He listened in a way Jake never knew how to do. Edward made me feel special, like every thought and idea I had was important, nothing was inconsequential.

He was truly amazing. I couldn't wrap my brain around it any longer.

My time with Edward was supposed to be simple; a means to an end; a way to scratch an itch. Clearly, this was no longer the case. Slowly over the last two months I'd begun to realize how hard I was falling for him; how much more than sex this had become. I just didn't know how to tell him about my feelings when I barely understood them myself. It was terrifying me. I knew that it was only a matter of time before I turned three lives upside down.


Edward's voice once again pulled me out of my own head and my eyes immediately focused in on his face. His eyes were filled with concern, his body tense.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked sheepishly. I gave him a reassuring smile and his body immediately relaxed.

"Can I get you another glass of wine?" He gestured with a nod of his head toward my now empty glass. I'd already had two glasses; my limbs were feeling heavy and my body warm. I probably should have been cutting myself off, but I couldn't bring myself to care about how I would feel tomorrow. I wanted to live in the moment.

"Yes, that'd be great," I answered with a smile. He nodded before reaching for my glass and walking into the kitchen.

He was back, in what seemed like mere seconds, and placed my wine glass in front of me on the table. He had a beer in his hand and I watched as he brought the bottle to his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

So fucking sexy.

He noticed my gawking and brought his chair closer to mine before sitting down and leaning back, throwing yet another infuriatingly sexy smirk at me. Keeping one hand on his beer bottle, he placed the other one on my leg. His hand began to rub my knee softly, before slowly moving further up my leg. His fingers teased the skin just under the hem of my skirt, before sliding back down my thigh to my knee.

Edward was speaking, I was vaguely aware of it, but I didn't have a fucking clue what he was saying.

Before I knew what I was doing, my mouth was on his and I was straddling him in the kitchen chair. The kiss was all tongues and teeth clashing together but I didn't care. I was suddenly horny and needing to feel him all over.

My fingers flew to the buttons of his shirt, unable to get them undone fast enough.

His hands massaged my thighs as his mouth moved from my lips and down my neck. He sucked on my collar bone, causing my hips to buck brazenly against his growing erection. He groaned and bit down on my skin.

Finally, his shirt was unbuttoned and I helped him slip it from his shoulders. His hands immediately flew to the back of my dress, bringing the zipper quickly down. Edward helped me pull the dress swiftly over my head so I was sitting in his lap in nothing but my panties, having chosen to go braless.

"Fuck, no bra," he mumbled, his mouth immediately finding purchase on my nipple. My head fell back as I let the sensations of his mouth on me take over my body.

I swear to God, there is a direct line from my nipples straight to my clit.

Tangling my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, I pulled him up off me and brought our mouths back together. He slowed the kiss down, moving his lips over mine slowly and lazily.

"We got all night, baby," he whispered as he pulled away, looking into my eyes and it was a good thing I was sitting down because I could feel my legs turn to jello from the intensity of his stare.

I bit down on my lower lip and nodded, running my hands up and down his muscled chest. Slowly, I dragged my nails downward, scraping over his nipples. He hissed loudly and leaned his head back against the top of the chair.

I traced the outline of his abdominal muscles before dipping my fingers below the waist band of his pants and boxers, running my finger from one hipbone to the other before starting to unbutton his jeans.

He growled, wrapping his arms around my back and burying his hands up into my hair, squishing my chest against his. My nipples brushed against the softness of his chest hair causing me to moan as I kissed him again.

"I want you on my bed," he whispered, pulling his mouth from mine.

"What are you waiting for?" I asked, arching my brow at him and slowly pushing him away from me as I got up off his lap.

I stared at him as I began walking backwards, toward the direction of his bedroom. I ran my fingers through my hair, bringing my fingers down to brush against my neck and collarbone. I tilted my head to the side as I did this, sighing softly. I continued to move my fingers downward, brushing them over my nipple, never breaking eye contact with Edward.

His eyes grew incredibly dark as he watched the movement of my hand. I could see the heavy rise and fall of his chest as he ran his fingers through his hair and then down across his jaw.

My fingers continued their path downward as I walked backward, stopping at the top of my panties and just barely dipping them below.

"Touch yourself for me," he panted, his jaw slack as he watched me.

Biting my lower lip, I nodded, sliding my fingers downward until they made contact with my slick and swollen flesh. I sighed loudly, closing my eyes and bringing my other hand up to cup my own breast.

A growl ripping through the other side of the room caused me to snap my eyes open and make contact with Edward's once again.

His hand was in his pants, he had pulled his jeans down over his ass so they were wrapped around his thighs and I could see his hand slowly moving inside of his boxers.

My mouth fell open and my eyes rolled back into my head as I began to move my fingers more quickly.

I'd never done this before, touched myself in front of another person. I'd always been too self-conscious, or never felt the urge with Jake. But with Edward, I felt my inner sex kitten purring and ready to pounce. There was nothing I wouldn't do with him or for him. It was exciting, terrifying and it turned me on.

Suddenly, Edward was standing in front of me, gripping my wrist in his hand and pulling it out of my panties.

"I want you to fall apart at my hands only," he demanded, his eyes fierce with lust and dominance. My eyes roamed from his face down his chest and to where his jeans were barely hanging on to his hips and I could see his hard cock straining against what I now realized were boxer-briefs.

Fuck, he was so damn sexy.

Edward tugged on my wrist, leading me into his bedroom.

As soon as we crossed through the door, he kicked off his pants and practically threw me onto his large king-sized bed.

I bounced lightly, and I couldn't help but laugh. I crawled backwards until my back hit the headboard and watched as Edward crawled over me like a lion ready to make an attack on his prey.

He smirked at me as he gripped my ankle and pulled me downward so I slid directly underneath him.

"Where are you going, kitten?" he asked, running his nose along my neck and up along the shell of my ear.

Fuck. My mind went blank as lust and sensation began to consume me.

Only incoherent sounds escaped my lips in answer to his question. He kissed and nipped at my neck as he lowered his body slightly onto mine and I could feel his erection brushing up against my inner thigh.

As I bucked my hips, he pulled away, grinning as I growled in frustration, needing friction and release.

"Patience, love, patience," he whispered, caressing my thighs. Goosebumps appeared across my skin causing me to whimper.

Needing to feel his skin, I began caressing and massaging every part of his body I could reach - his back, his chest, his thighs, his ass, everywhere except where I knew he needed me to be.

Two could play at this teasing game.

"Bella," he growled out.

"What?" I asked innocently.

He shook his head and laughed as he began, without warning, tugging my panties down my legs.

"I can't wait another second to be inside you," he whispered honestly, his voice gritty and raw from his want.

I watched as he tugged down his own underwear and settled himself back in between my legs.

I moaned as I felt the tip of his cock brush against my clit. Instinctively, my legs parted wider, inviting him in.

At a painfully slow pace, Edward began to enter me, I watched as his eyes closed and he groaned.

Once he was fully surrounded by me he began to move, slowly and intimately, pulling almost completely out, before pushing back in at a sinfully slow pace. The pleasure was intense and I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to get him to thrust harder and faster.

He opened his eyes, looking down at me and smiling. I smiled back, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the amount of emotion currently swirling in the air around us. I felt more vulnerable and exposed then I had in the past. There seemed to be so much more to this moment then all the other times we'd been together before. We weren't just fucking anymore; Edward was making love to me.

I could see it in the way he watched me and feel it in the gentle way his hands explored my body.

My throat filled with a thick emotion and I swallowed, trying to push it back down. I could feel my eyes glass over with tears that could possibly spill over at any moment as I began to fully realize how deeply I was invested into Edward.

I closed my eyes and felt a single tear roll down the side of my face.

"Bella, what's the matter?" Edward asked, his voice suddenly filled with panic as he stopped moving inside of me. I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me, concern and a little bit of fear filling his breathtakingly beautiful green eyes. "Did I hurt you?"

I shook my head back and forth as another tear slid down my cheek. He brought his hand up to brush the wetness away with the pad of his thumb.

I knew this was probably the wrong time to say this, to express how I was feeling, with his dick still inside me and tipsy on wine, but it was so us that I just couldn't stop myself. The words were out of my mouth before I even realized what I was doing.

"Edward, I love you," I whispered, a sob escaping my lips and I watched the shock spread across his face. I suddenly felt myself overcome by emotion, heavy and thick.

I began to panic, like maybe this was indeed the wrong time to admit my feelings for him, that maybe I'd misread how he felt. Maybe I was just a fuck to him, someone to scratch an itch.

Then all at once, the panic subsided as soon as a lazy lopsided grin spread across his face.

"Oh, my God, Bella. I love you, too," he breathed, his eyes dancing with love, relief and happiness.

A huge grin spread across my face and I reached up to cup his face between my hands, bringing his lips down to mine.

We kissed frantically, and I began to move my hips wanting to feel him even more now, wanting to consummate our confession of love.

He began to match my thrusts, moving his hips much more urgently than he had just minutes before - before the air around us shifted and we admitted our true feelings for each other.

Breaking our kiss, Edward shifted upwards so he was sitting up and back on his heels, his cock never leaving my body.

Instead, he brought me with him, my backside resting against his thighs and my body angled downward. He kept one of my legs wrapped around his waist and brought the other one up so my ankle was resting against his shoulder.

"Holy shit," I breathed out, as he penetrated me deeper then I ever thought possible.

I didn't have much leverage in this position, which meant Edward had to do most of the work, but he didn't seem to be complaining if the groans and grunts escaping his mouth were any indication.

"Damn you feel so fucking good, Bella," he groaned, his eyebrows furrowed together in concentration, his lips parted as his breathing became heavy. I nodded in total agreement. I'd never felt so full, so consumed, in so many different ways, as I did in this very moment.

With one hand positioned over my head, I gripped the cast-iron rod of the headboard as Edward began to quicken the movement of his thrusts, his strokes becoming long, fast, and hard. My other hand found its way to where our bodies were joined and began to rub slow circles against where I was most sensitive.

"Ungh fuck, watching you do that is so hot," he groaned and I looked up to see his eyes were focused on where we were joined. I turned my attention to that same area, moaning loudly as I watched him slip in and out of me with rapt fascination.

All at once, my body was on sensory overload - the sights, sounds and feelings all colliding and causing me to come fast and hard. A string of expletives couldn't be controlled as they fell from my lips and my body quaked.

Less than a second later, Edward's release followed, and I watched as his head fell backward, his jaw clenched, and the muscles in his neck tighten. Edward coming was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my entire life.

Edward pulled out of me, falling next to me and wrapping his arm around me so he could pull my body close to his.

"That was incredible," he whispered, and all I could do was nod, my body far too exhausted to do much else.

I turned my head to the side to see him staring at me. I smiled and kissed his lips. I knew we needed to talk about the confession we had just made minutes before, but I couldn't bear to bring it up. I wanted to bask in the post-coital orgasmic bliss and cuddle up with Edward before heading into heavy emotional territory.

There was plenty of time tomorrow to discuss how we felt.

I'm planning on one or two more chapters. Just depends on how things roll. ;)

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