You all are awesome. I cannot believe my little one shot has had SO many reviews. WOW! Thank you all SO MUCH! As promised, here is EPOV of Chapter 1.

A MILLION thanks and porn points go to theswandive. She keeps me insane. And I love her dearly.

Make sure to read the A/N after the chappie for more info on the story.

SM owns Twilight. I own an empty Sonic cup that use to have sweet tea in it.

Image EPOV

Today was going to be a long ass day. I could feel it. Normally, I loved my job. Being a photographer was something I had always wanted to be. It allowed me the opportunity to travel the world and see places I most likely wouldn't have on my own. Photographing beautiful women and celebrities made it that much better. I truly loved what I did for a living.

On my schedule this morning was a job for Dennis Publishing Company - the publishers of Maxim magazine. This is a gig I enjoy immensely. Emmett would say it's because I get to see boobies all day, but that really isn't it. Well, mostly anyway. Although, seeing said boobies is a nice perk of the job.

Perk. I laugh.

Listen to me, calling them boobies. I feel like I'm twelve. I've been hanging around Emmett for way too long.

The only difference about the agenda this day was going to be my subject matter. Normally, I photograph models or other high profile celebrities for Maxim. Today, however, I was going to be stuck with, as Alice liked to call her, Disney's power princess, Isabella Swan. This girl is the embodiment of Hannah Montana and Selena Gomez mixed together while on hefty doses of steroids. Any time I see a girl under the age of thirteen, she is sure to be sporting a shirt with Isabella's likeness on it. She's the goody-goody type, girl next door, a virgin prude.

Most of the women I photograph can't wait to remove their clothing for me. I've come to believe that most women in Hollywood are nothing more than overpaid whores. Not that I take advantage of that or anything. I never sleep with them, no matter how hard they try to get into my pants. Yes, I've been tempted, but I've never acted on my impulses.

Well, to be completely honest, I acted on those impulses once, but I won't go into that mess now. I do, however, enjoy the view while I'm with them. They give me a lot of material to use later if I find myself in need of a good visual - if you know what I mean.

What can I say? I am a man after all.

I had a feeling it would be like pulling teeth today with Isabella. I bet she's the type of girl that showers with clothes on because she thinks being naked is a sin. I can't deny that she has one tight body, even though you can't see it with the virginal clothes she wears. I bet no one has seen that body of hers since her mother was changing her diapers when she was a baby. Which is rather creepy when you think about it. Anyway, she's in for a rude awakening today, I'm sure.

I'll have her naked in no time.

As I was driving down the highway, I glanced at my watch for what seemed like the thousandth time in the last five minutes. Traffic was a bitch since it had started to rain, so I was going to be late. Being late pisses me off. I picked up my phone on the seat next to me and hit the speed dial that called Alice.

"Hellooo," Alice answered in her annoying sing-song sort of way.

"I'm going to be a few minutes late. The rain is making every driver on the road a complete incompetent bastard. Can you go ahead and get Isabella ready for me? I want to start with the high key area. Make sure she is completely nude. Everything you need should be in the changing room."

"Hello to you, too, big brother. I'll be sure to have her ready. She's already in hair and makeup right now. I think you're going to like her, Edward."

"Sure, Alice, whatever you say," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I'm serious, Edward. She's not what you thought she would be. She's really sweet and very funny. She's had everyone laughing all morning."

"I'll be there in twenty, Alice."

"Fine, ignore me, ass licker. But I mean it, you're going to love her."

"Bye, Alice," I said, exasperated, hanging up the phone. I normally didn't speak to her like that, unless I was in a terrible mood, which I happened to be in at the moment.

The rest of the drive was fairly uneventful and soon I was pulling into my reserved spot in front of EMI. I owned a 10,000 square foot indoor studio which included numerous photography areas and countless props for me to utilize. Not to mention the twenty-five acre outdoor studio that features a fourteen-acre man-made lake.

To say it was beautiful would be an understatement.

I worked my ass off to get this studio. Sure, my parents would have been more than happy to fork over the cash for me to start it up directly out of high school, but I wanted to earn it myself. After receiving my Bachelor's degree in fine arts with a photography emphasis, I decided to go for a Master's in business administration. After college, I traveled the world working for several other photographers, including world famous photographers such as Michael Muller, Jill Greenberg, and Patrick Demarchelier.

Needless to say, as a twenty-eight year old man, I had more experience than most photographers twice my age.

The rain picked up as I walked from my car to the main entrance. Shaking the water from my hair, I entered the lobby and continued on through the double doors that lead to the main studio.

I quickly found Alice and made my way toward her.

"Is everything in order, Alice?" I asked her, trying to mask the bad mood I was in. It was time to put on my game face. I was certain Isabella wouldn't relax if I let my grumpy-ass mood show in front of her.

"Yep, she's all set, and ready to go. Are you starting on the bed first?"

"I believe so."

"Be nice, Edward. She's a great person."

"What are you talking about, Alice? I'm always nice to clients," I huffed and turned away from her. My eyes instantly met a pair of large brown ones. I'm not sure what I was expecting, I mean, I had seen photos of Isabella Swan countless times, but I wasn't prepared for how beautiful she was in person. I couldn't help the smile that spread over my face as I walked toward her. Maybe this wouldn't be so miserable after all. The girl may be a prude, but fuck, she was hot.

"Hello, Ms. Swan, I'm Edward Masen. It's a pleasure to meet you," I said holding my hand out to her. Her eyes glazed over and she didn't say or do anything. After a few moments, I began to wonder about her mental capacity. I suppose it was common for these celebs to be total dipshits.

Before I had a chance to say anything else, she blinked a few times and swiftly thrust her hand into mine, shaking it enthusiastically.

"Um, Hi, Mr. Masen. It's nice to meet you, too. Please, call me Bella," she said, timidly, causing my smile to return. Maybe she wasn't an airhead after all. She did, however, looked scared shitless. I inwardly snickered. Oh, darling, you have no idea what I have planned for you today, I thought.

"Alright, I'll call you Bella, but only if you call me Edward," I replied. I decided to lay on the charm for her. I had a feeling it would make things go more smoothly for us the rest of the day if she thought I was interested in her. I couldn't have her nervous all day.

I needed her to be comfortable. I needed her to be sexy. I needed her to create stiff dicks on all the men who saw the pictures I was about to take of her.

"Okay, Edward," she said in a high pitched voice. Yes, definitely nervous.

"Let's get started, shall we? We'll begin in the high key area," I said as I gestured to the bed that was positioned in the middle of the large, white space. She started to walk toward the bed, but before she was able to take more than a couple of steps, she tripped. On what, I have no idea. I reached out and grabbed her around the waist, preventing her from face planting on the floor. I'd rather not photograph someone with a broken nose and black eyes. The Photoshop work would be horrendous.

"Careful there," I said with amusement, because really, who is so clumsy that they trip over their own goddamned feet?

"Sorry, I'm a bit of a klutz," she said, noticeably embarrassed.

"No blood, no foul," I said, laughing to myself at my lame joke.

I helped steady her on her feet and as I did so I got a whiff of her hair. She smelled fantastic, not like she had bathed in perfume like most of the women I met. Rather, she smelled natural, like a woman should smell.

It was actually pretty intoxicating.

I led her to the bed and had Alice assist her in getting positioned. I could tell she was beyond anxious and I wanted to put her at ease a bit. It had been my intention of calming her nerves when I made my way back over to the bed.

"See, what did I tell you? No one will see anything," I said.

"Are you sure my poody tat isn't showing?" she asked as she quickly looked down between her legs, making sure she was completely covered. Unfortunately, for me, she was.

"Did you just call your pussy a poody tat?" I asked with a laugh.

"Um, yeah, I did. Would you prefer that I call it the spasm chasm? Or how about the fun hatch?"

Apparently, Miss Prude wasn't as prude as I had originally thought. Or perhaps self deprecating vagina humor was how she copes with uncomfortable situations. I knew that technique well. Minus the vagina part, of course.

Regardless, Alice was right, she was extremely funny. Who would've known?

"You're a unique one, that's for sure. I never would have pegged you for a comedian," I commented.

"I'm only funny when we're on the topic of vaginas. If we're referring to the penis or any other non-female organ, I suck. Oh, wait, that didn't come out right. I don't mean that I know...I meant, I'm not usually funny when it comes to other...things. Oh, God, Bella, shut the fuck up," she said as she covered her face with her hands. I could see the bright red of her cheeks peeking through between her fingers, obviously very embarrassed and uncomfortable.

However, hearing her say the words "penis" and "suck" in the same sentence made my mind go to very inappropriate places. For instance, watching her lips around my cock, and her cheeks hollowed out from the suction as her head bobbed up and down…

Dear God, why am I getting hard?

After James, my assistant, had handed me my Nikon, I asked her if she was ready. She looked scared to death, but I could tell she was a trooper and would suck it up and get the job done. When I started to walk away, I paused and looked back at her over my shoulder.

"And Bella? You look beautiful," I said, meaning every word of it. There was something about her, something very different than what I was used to. That something was highly attractive, and apparently highly arousing, seeing how I was still a little stiff in the pants.

The day went remarkably well. Bella turned out to be an excellent model. The images were going to turn out incredibility hot, I was positive.

When we made our way outside to the lake, it was still raining, but not terribly so. Bella didn't seem all that excited about going in the water. I could see the apprehension in her eyes, especially when I told to soak her self down.

"You do realize what will happen to my shirt if I soak it like that, right?" she questioned me, panic clear in her voice, the expression on her face one of sheer horror.

I turned and handed my camera to James and walked toward her. I stopped right in front of her and placed my hands on her hips, which seemed like a wise move until I did it. I had forgotten she was only wearing a pair of panties and a now wet, see-through tank top. My thumbs moved of their own accord, rubbing small circles on her exposed skin just above the waistband of her barely-there panties. Under my touch, I felt goose bumps emerge on her soft skin.

Fuck, I was getting hard again.

I did my best at convincing her of her beauty. I meant every word I uttered to her. She truly was beautiful. When I pulled back, we gazed into each others eyes for a few moments. My heart rate picked up dramatically, which was slightly unnerving. Clients never have quite that effect on me. It took all of my restraint not to lean in and press my lips to hers. The air around us seemed to change, like it was charged with electricity, a humming vibration that drew me to her.

"Do you trust me, Bella?" I whispered.

"I trust you, Edward," she replied, breathlessly.

"So beautiful," I said before I realized I had done so. I needed to get some distance, break the tension hovering in the air between us. We had an audience and if I let this little, whatever the fuck it was, continue between the two of us, things were going to get extremely awkward. I took a step back and forced a smile on my face. "It'll be fine, Bella."

I took several long, deep breaths as I walked away, desperately trying to get my mind, and my body in check. I grabbed my camera from James, ignoring the disgruntled glare he gave me, and turned around. Bella was slowly walking out into the lake. It was obvious to me that she was uncomfortable.

"You won't be in there long. I'll make it quick," I said loudly so she would hear me and hoping to ease her mind a bit. When she was waist deep, she submerged herself and stood back up.

I don't think I had intended to lay on the ground on the shore, but as soon as I looked through my lens, and saw how ineffectively Bella's shirt was covering her nipples, my knees got a little week, so I played it off as trying to get the right angle for the shot. I hope it worked.

Thankfully, it didn't take long, and before I knew it I was calling out to her and letting her know we were done. When she made her way out of the water, once again, my body started to react to her near see-through clothing. My heart rate elevated and the palms of my hands were sweaty. My pants? Definitely tighter.

What was it with this woman?

Once we were back inside, I quickly went to my office and uploaded the images to my computer. I must have lost myself for a while because I didn't hear Alice come in.

"Her boobs are showing in that one, Edward," she said from directly behind me, making me jump.

"Um, yeah, I guess they are. I'll delete that one," I said, hastily, closing the folder and turning to face my sister. Busted. I didn't even realize I had been staring at that particular image. But to my defense, Bella did have extraordinary boobs.

"Sooo? What do you think?" Alice asked after several awkwardly silent moments. I hated getting caught by her. It reminded me of when she walked in on me one day while I was doing the pork sword jiggle, if you know what I mean. I was fifteen years old. Lying on my bed. On top of the blankets. She got an eye full that day, but apparently it hadn't taught her to knock first.

"About what?" I replied, still flustered at being caught ogling a client's body.

"About Bella, dipshit. What did I tell you? She's great."

"Yeah, she is. I mean, she did great today."

"Oh stop that, Edward. Don't give me your bullshit. I can see that you like her. You should ask her out."

"I don't like her, Alice." I said, exasperated. "Besides, I don't date clients."

"Isn't that how you met Tanya?" Alice asked with narrowed eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest, her toe tapping loudly on the hardwood floor.

"Don't remind me," I mumbled, rubbing a hand over my face. "That's the reason I don't date clients."

Alice sat down on the edge of my desk and looked at me. The expression on her face held something akin to pity.

"Bella isn't Tanya, Edward," she said, softly. "Tanya is just a cold-hearted, gold-digging, jealous bitch. I've always thought that. Hell, everyone always thought that. She doesn't have a nice bone in her anorexic body. She used you. Bella, however, is sweet and funny. She has her own money and career, and is everything you've been looking for in a woman. Ask. Her. Out."

"I'm not asking her out, Alice. She's a nice girl and all, but I don't like her in that way."

"Whatever, Edward," she said as she rolled her eyes, clearly stating she didn't believe a word I was saying. We both stood up and walked back out into the main part of the studio just as Rose, Bella's publicist, was emerging from the dressing room, her phone at her ear.

"I'll be there soon, Jasper," she said into the phone. "No, it's alright. We're basically done here. Bella's just getting dressed, so she'll be fine. See you in a few." Snapping the phone shut she looked up, meeting Alice's eye.

"Hey, can you do me a favor, Alice? Can you tell Bella I had to run? My brother needs me for something," Rose said.

"Sure thing. I hope everything's okay," Alice replied with concern.

"It's fine. Just tell Bella to call me later, okay?"

"I tell her as soon as I see her."

"Perfect," Rose said as she started for the door. She glanced back over her shoulder one last time and pointed at Alice. "You. Me. Drinks. Soon."

"Absolutely," Alice replied with joy, happy to have made a new friend in Rose.

Rose frightened me, to be honest. She was a hard ass, take no shit, kind of woman. The kind of woman that would repeatedly kick you in the balls until they forcefully detached themselves from your body and ran for cover just for looking at her the wrong way. I could see why she was so good at her job. She would do anything to make sure her client was treated right. No one in their right mind would doing anything worthy of Rose's wrath. That shit would be deadly.

Just then James walked by, shooting me a nasty glare. Deciding I'd had enough of his attitude for the day, I followed him.

"Dude, what the fuck is your problem today?" I asked him, not liking his attitude one bit.

"It's nothing, boss. I'm just peachy," he replied, snidely, with a scowl on his face.

"Look, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt right now because it's been a long day. But you better have an attitude adjustment real soon."

"Yeah, sure thing, boss man," he said, just as superciliously as he turned and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.

"What the fuck?" I muttered to myself. I had no idea what crawled up his ass and died, but I didn't like it. Normally, James was a great assistant. I only hoped he was just having a bad day. If not, I was going to have to do some ball kicking of my own.

I took several deep breaths to calm myself. I still had a client in the building and I couldn't allow the anger I currently felt toward James to show. When I turned around I saw Bella, dressed in baggy sweats, talking to a smiling Alice.

After thanking my sister for her help, and perhaps harassing her a bit about the douche she was dating, she left. I hadn't even realized that everyone else had already left, too. Other than Bella, that is.

It was a slightly awkward moment, so I spit out the first thing on my mind.

"You were wonderful today, Bella. I think the images are going to turn out brilliantly," I said, knowingly. Honestly, I sort of couldn't wait to get back to the computer to maybe ogle them some more. Bella was beyond beautiful.

Of course, she didn't believe me, so I dragged her into my office to see for her self. When I opened the computer file and she saw the images, her reaction was quite humorous and made me laugh. But the laughter died quickly as something else took over.

I could feel that strange electricity crackle in the air between us and all I wanted to do was pull her to me and plunge my tongue down her throat. Luckily, she broke the haze that engulfed us and looked away, asking to see more images.

"You can see anything you want," I heard myself saying, but in my head I only saw her mouth wrapped around my cock once more. I felt like a hormonal teenager at the moment, but damn it all to hell, it would be nice for that smutty adventure to occur.

Instead, we sat there for a while browsing through more images of the day, and from other clients as well. Bella seemed to be thoroughly impressed with what she saw. It surprised me slightly that she didn't seem turned off by the plethora of naked women on my computer. Granted, I had taken all of the images myself, so technically, it wasn't really porn. Right? Still, it was nice to know she wasn't opposed to them.

That got me thinking, and several scenarios popped into my head. Being the curious bastard that I am, I decided to ask her some questions.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked, honestly not sure what the answer would be. Before today I was certain the answer would be a wholehearted yes, but now I wasn't so sure.

"Um, no, I'm not," she said, timidly, an uneasy laugh escaping her lips.

"Really? I just thought, well, hell, I'm not sure what I thought, but with everything I've ever read or heard about you, it indicates you to be the wholesome, girl next door type."

"Didn't your mother teach you not to believe everything you read?" she said, with a smirk. Was she flirting with me?

Holy hell. And there goes my cock again.

What shocked me was the information she shared about her ex-boyfriend. I mean, seriously, what moron would fuck around with an old woman when he had someone hot like Bella? The dude was obviously half-baked. Who wants to fuck a wrinkled old snatch?

But of course, finding out that she wasn't a virgin only let my mind wander even more and before long I just acted. I couldn't take it any more, so I leaned in slowly and kissed her. I thanked all the holy beings from every religion I could think of when she started kissing me back.

Being the sucker for long hair that I am, I reached up and pulled the ponytail free, letting her hair fall down around her shoulders. Inwardly I groaned as I fisted my hand into it.

Hoping she would allow me to go further, I opened my mouth, deepening the kiss. When she opened hers and I felt her tongue touch my own, I began stroking her cheek gently.

She moaned. Sweet baby Jesus on a pogo stick, she moaned.

I ended up pulling her into my lap, needing her to be closer. I was hard as hell, but I didn't care. Any friction would be welcomed. Any friction from Bella's ass would be heaven, nirvana, fucking Shangri-la.

The hormonal bastard inside of me was praying she would take it even further. I wasn't going to pressure her, though. If she wanted it, I'd let her have it.

Her hands were all over me and they made a moan-filled, "God, Bella," escape my mouth when our lips parted to catch our breath.

I made my way down to her neck because I had been tempted all day to run my tongue all over it, so I did just that, eliciting even more moaning from her. She was quite vocal and I really liked that. I began wondering how vocal she would be if I were to fuck her. Hard.

Just as that thought ran through my mind, she shifted in my lap and her ass rubbed up against my erection. Come on, baby, do that shit again, I thought. From that moment on, the picture in my head wasn't of her mouth wrapped around my cock. It was of my cock buried balls deep inside of her as I had her bent over my desk.

So when she began to take her hoodie off and I nearly passed the fuck out. Her boobs were covered by a lacy bra and I couldn't wait until I could remove that thing. Sure, I had basically seen her boobs all day, but this was different. This was Bella offering them to me for the taking. And you better believe I jumped at that fucking chance. Like a seventeen year old boy, I reached my hands up and groped the ever loving shit out of her.

My hands were all over her. And damn, was it nice. I gave myself a mental high-five.

After what seemed like hours of making out, I couldn't take it any longer. My cock was about to bust through my jeans and there was no way I could get the images of fucking her out of my head.

I wanted to fuck her. I needed to fuck her. That's all there was to it.

I quickly picked her up, causing her to gasp, and walked out toward the bed where only hours earlier I began photographing her. I figured it was a little more romantic than taking her from behind on my desk. I would have taken the quick fuck in my office, but I figured I had a better chance out on the bed.

"We don't have to do this, Bella," I said, giving her the chance to back out, but she wanted this as much as I did.

"I want to. Please, don't stop," she said, breathlessly. She was just as turned on as I was. The lustful look in her eye confirmed it. She definitely wanted it, so I would definitely give it to her.

I knew I was acting like a horny ass, but fuck, my body had taken over by that point. And although my head was trying to regain some measure of control, it just couldn't catch up no matter how hard it tried.

After I removed our shoes, I crawled up her body, bringing my mouth back to hers. It was time to get rid of the lace that was blocking me from what I wanted. So, I slid my hands behind her back and unclasped her bra before I slowly brought the straps down her arms. Then I flung that fucker across the room.

Ahh, boobies at last.

My lips left her mouth and traveled down her neck and toward where they wanted to be most. I chuckled when she cried out from pleasure the instant I sucked her nipple into my mouth. I loved being able to elicit those sounds from her.

"You like that, baby?" I asked right before I licked across her chest and sucked the other nipple into my mouth.

"God, yes," she moaned, loudly, her head tossed back into the pillow.

I felt her fingers reaching for the hem of my shirt and then she yanked on it, nearly causing it to rip, so I reluctantly left my booby play park and sat back, allowing her to remove it from my body. The instant it was over my head, I dove back in.

But it wasn't enough. Feeling her skin under mine made me want so much more, so I let my hands drift down to the waistband of her pants.

I kept chanting, Don't say no! Don't say no! Don't say no!, in my head. I began to pull them down, making sure to take her panties with them, because those fuckers had to go. Then she lifted her hips, allowing me to remove everything completely so that she was lying completely naked in front of me.

Once I flung her clothes on the floor I sat back on my heels and admired the view. She had a perfect, kick-ass body and I couldn't wait to enjoy it. I couldn't wait to be inside it.

"Exquisite," I muttered as I ran my finger over her hip, slowly, until they finally grazed over her completely bare pussy. It was divine. "I love that you're bare."

I bent over and placed a small kiss just above her pubic bone. And God Almighty, she let out the loudest moan in the history of moans and it went straight to my rock hard cock, making it twitch and do a little jig inside my pants.

"Has anyone ever done this?" I asked, pretty sure that douche fucker of an ex had never gone down on her before. Of course she shook her head no. I had to fix that shit.

I wanted to taste her so bad by that point, so I bent over and swiped my tongue to the sensitive area just above her clit.

"This will be fun then," I said, smirking and excited as hell to be the first lucky bastard to do this. I fucking loved to eat pussy.

"Jesus fucking Christ," she whimpered, letting her head fall back onto the pillows. Her reaction only spurred me on, so I pushed a couple of fingers inside her, pumping them in and out quickly while sucking her clit into my mouth.

It didn't take long before I felt her clinch around my fingers as she came all over my face. I greedily drank up her juices and slowly crawled back up her now limp body, running my tongue all over her heated skin. When I reached her mouth, I gently kissed her and then sat back on my heels, watching her chest heave.

"Watching you come was amazing. I think I want to see that again," I said.

"I'm not complaining," she muttered, causing me to laugh.

I stood up and grabbed the wallet out of my back pocket. I learned a long time ago to start carrying a condom with me everywhere I went, because every time I went out with Emmett he would undoubtedly ask me for one. Every fucking time. Bastard. Why he never carried one himself, I'll never know, but I had to look out for him. He was such a man whore and I knew some of the skanks he fucked weren't completely clean.

"We can stop," I said, giving her another out as I laid the condom next to her on the bed.

"I don't want to stop, Edward. Please," she whispered.

Thank fuck, she didn't want to stop. So, I decided to tease her a bit while I took my pants off, unfastening the button fly of my jeans slowly. When each button was opened, I pushed the pants to the floor, exposing myself completely to her.

"Holy fuck," I heard her mutter in surprise. Yeah, I was blessed by the cock gods. What can I say?

I smirked at her as I crawled back up the bed, enjoying the look of disbelief on her face. But it was time for the foreplay to end. I was ready to get mine now. I needed to be inside that sweet little pussy of hers.

I made quick work of the condom, getting it on my cock in record time and then, halle-fucking-lujah I was pushing inside her warm body. And holy hell fuckers, did it feel spectacular.

"Fuck, Bella, you're so tight," I moaned. I had never felt someone this tight before. Tanya, and all the other girls I'd fucked for that matter, were loose bitches. I knew that now. Holy shit.

It was excruciating, but I took my time. Since she was so unbelievably tight I couldn't ram into her like I wanted to. I may not have been thinking clearly at the moment, but I didn't want to hurt her.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes, please, Edward, please...," she begged. Yes, she fucking begged. That did me in. I moved slowly at first, allowing her time to adjust to my size. I couldn't hold off for long though. It was time for the fucking to commence.

I gripped her around the waist with both hands and turned, placing her on top. I loved watching women ride me, but I had a feeling this would be the best experience by far.

"You feel so good, baby. I want to watch you ride me," I told her and was very happy when she complied.

What I wasn't expecting was for her to place her feet next to my head and start to fondle her boobs, rolling her nipple between her fingers. I knew I must have groaned out loud when she opened her eyes and looked at me.

The look on her face clearly said she was getting close and I nearly had a fucking heart attack right then and there when her hand traveled down her body and began rubbing circles around her clit. I was so fucking done for because she was touching herself while she rode me. I watched as my cock slid in and out of her body as she continued to please herself with her delicate fingers. Jesus.

The fucking Gods must really love me.

It was the best motherfucking view ever. No view, in the long, ancient history of best motherfucking views, had ever been more impressive, more fantastic, more amazing. This was a cold hard fact. I could now speak from experience.

Of their own accord, my arms flung out to my sides, reaching for something, anything to ground me and keep me in that spot forever when my right hand came into contact with something small and hard. I didn't want to take my eyes off the show on top of me so I picked up the object and instantly I knew it was a camera. Alice must have forgotten her point and shoot before she left for the day.

"Fuuuuuck. Baby, you are so fucking hot. Please, let me take a picture. I don't want to ever forget this. Please," I asked. I'm not sure what made me do it, but I knew I had to have proof of the best fuck of my life.

I nearly came when she gave me permission with a quick nod of her head. Honestly, I didn't expect her to say yes.

Afraid she would change her mind, I quickly pointed the camera at her and after making sure it was turned on, I started hitting the shutter. I zoomed in on where we were joined and was sure I got a fabulous shot of her fingers circling her clit as my cock slid in and out of her. I also zoomed in on her boobs as they bounced above me, because what can I say? I'm a boob man.

When I felt her start to spasm around my cock, I quickly zoomed out and took several full body shots. I didn't want to miss a second of it, needing to document the beauty of her coming all over my cock. Her face was contorted in pleasure as she rode out her orgasm. She cried out as she shut her eyes tightly together, her breath coming and going in loud gasps.

It was a glorious sight.

I wish I had a video camera instead.

As I watched her come down from her climax, I felt the tension begin to build low in my belly. I tossed the camera back to the other side of the bed and flipped us over so Bella was underneath me once more. I'm sure I was rough with her, but I was unable to control myself by then. I began to thrust hard into her.

It felt so motherfucking good. I was balancing along the edge of pure elation and knew it would only be seconds before rapture rushed over me. When I felt her constrict around me once more I couldn't hold it off any longer. My orgasm took hold of me and I filled the condom deep within her. I may have mumbled some things, but I couldn't tell you what it was.

Afterward, I collapsed on top of her, unable to hold myself up any longer. When my brain decided to rejoin my body, I pulled back and kissed her before pulling out of her and rolling to the side.

"That has to be the most satisfying sexual experience of my life. Holy fuck," I said between breaths. It was true. I had never felt pleasure like that before with anyone, and I have done a lot of fucked up sexual things in my life.

What was even more interesting was that I didn't feel like I wanted to run away as soon as it was over. Normally after sex, I wanted nothing to do with the girl any more, having gotten what I wanted from her. I had never before laid there with a woman in my arms talking after sex. But that's what we did now.

And I liked it.

"Tell me something about yourself," I asked with her in my arms.

"There's not much to say, really. I'm pretty boring. I show up at work, do and say what they tell me to and then go home. That's about it."

"Where did you grow up?"

"I lived half my life with my mother in Phoenix and the other half with my dad in a dull little town in Washington called Forks. My mother was a free spirit that had no rules and my dad was the exact opposite. He's the chief of police and is really strict. I haven't spoke to him in years. He didn't agree with my mom getting me started in the business."

"Do you want to see him?" I asked.

"I do. He like his rules, but he's a good man. I miss him," she said, sadly.

"Then you should go see him."

"He may come kick my ass after seeing these pictures. Your ass, too, for that matter. For taking them," she said, and we both laughed. Until I realized her father knew how to use a gun.

"Where are you from?" she asked.

"Chicago, originally, but we moved out here when I was a kid. I still go back to Chicago a few times a year, though. It's nice there." I said, thinking of how nice my hometown was this time of year.

"I've never been there," she said.

"You've been every place on the planet, but not Chicago?" I asked, flabbergasted.

"I know. Stupid isn't it. I'd love to see it someday."

"Take a trip there with your dad," I said, with a chuckle.

"Shut up," she said, as she gave me a playful shove to my arm.

We continued talking for a long while. The sun had started to set by the time she had to leave. I didn't want her to go, despite the fact that we both had things to do that evening. Frankly, I wanted another go in the sack with her. But she couldn't stay. So we both slowly got redressed and I walked her out to her car, giving her one last kiss before she took off.

"Can I see you again, Bella?" I asked her.

"I would really like that, Edward," she said, shyly.

"Good," I said as I leaned in placing my lips to hers again. I deepened the kiss for only a moment before pulling away. I opened the car door for her, because my mom raised me to do shit like that. She sat down in the driver's seat and looked up at me, a smile playing at her lips.

"Goodbye, Bella. It was a pleasure meeting you." And it was definitely a pleasure.

"Goodbye, Edward," she said softly as I shut the door.

Then she drove away.

I wasn't sure if I would ever see her again. I really wanted to, but I kept thinking of how things had turned out the last time I dated a client.

The answer is not well. Let's just leave it at that.

I stood there in the parking lot for a while just watching the point where her car disappeared from my sight. It wasn't until my phone rang that I finally made my way back into the studio. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and checked the caller ID. It was Emmett.

"Hey, what's up?" I answered.

"Dude, you were supposed to be here two hours ago. I've been calling you. What the fuck?" Emmett said.

"Sorry, I got a little busy there for a bit. Let me close everything up here and I'll be on my way."

"Hurry up, fucker. We're going out. I need to get laid, man," he said and then hung up the phone. Those were always his parting words, it seemed.

I quickly made my way back inside and walked back over to the bed, picking up the camera and removing the CF card. I pulled the sheets from the bed and tossed them on the floor. I couldn't help pulling them to my nose and taking a deep breath. Yes, they definitely smelled like sex. The cleaning crew would need to wash them.

I went back into my office and downloaded the images of Bella and me onto my computer, placing them in a password protected folder so no one else could see them. I quickly erased the card and put it back in the camera.

I wanted to look at the images right then, but I knew that would be a really bad idea seeing how I would most likely get an instant stiffy that would last for hours. I'm sure Emmett would appreciate that very much. So instead, I shut down the computer and locked up my office. I placed Alice's camera with all of the other camera equipment, turned out all of the lights and left the building, making sure everything was secured before heading over to Emmett's place.

He didn't live far from the studio so I was there within minutes. The second I pulled into his drive he was jumping in my car. I had barely begun to back out into the street when he started laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked, perplexed by his sudden outburst.

"Dude, you got pussy!" he exclaimed.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I said, trying to act like I was innocent. As if I could fool him, though. He could smell sex miles away. It was as if his cock was some sort of strange sex sensing element. Fucking manwhore.

"Don't lie to me cocksucker, I smell it all over you. Who was it?"

"Fuck you, asshole," I said, but I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. I guess getting laid makes you happy. Who knew?

"I bet you I can figure it out," he taunted.

"I bet you can't."

"Was it that redhead that works in the shop across the street from you? She's a hot piece of ass," he said.

"No," I said simply, keeping my eyes straight ahead on the road.

"Was it a client?" he probed. I choked on my tongue. I didn't expect him to go there so quickly.

"Holy shit, bro, you never fuck clients. Not since that Tanya bitch. Now you've gotta tell me who it was," he demanded.

"I'm not telling you shit, motherfucker," I said, hoping he would drop it. He was quiet for a while and I wasn't sure if it was because he was trying to figure it out or if he was giving up. I could only hope it was the latter.

I turned on some tunes, hoping they would distract him from thinking about it. He was simple-minded that way. A little bit of Radiohead should take his mind off of anything important.

"I know who it was!" he yelled after about ten minutes, startling me. "Dude, it was that Disney bitch, wasn't it? You shot her today, right? Yes, you did! You were complaining about it the other night. Fuck, man. How did you manage that one? How was she?" he asked, turning in his seat and looking at me expectantly.

I pulled over to the side of the road and put the car in park.

"You can't say shit to anyone, Emmett. Promise me or I will cut your fucking balls off with a butter knife and shove them up your mother's ass. You feel me?"

"Touchy, touchy. She's just a pussy, dude. Sounds like you like her. Big mistake, man," he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"She's not just a pussy, Em. She was actually pretty cool," I said as I pulled the car back out into traffic.

"Fine, whatever. I won't say anything," he muttered.

"Swear on your balls, asshole," I said, sternly, making sure he knew I wasn't fucking kidding.

He grabbed his sac with his left hand and raised three fingers on his right in the air.

"Scout's honor, man. Scout's honor," he said, seriously. And I believed him. That's the thing with Emmett. He was an idiot and a chauvinistic pig that only thought of women as pieces of ass to fuck, but his word was golden. If he swore he wouldn't tell, then you knew he would keep his trap shut. He would take it to the grave with him. Guaranteed.

"Thanks, Em," I said, sincerely.

"But you didn't tell me? How the fuck was she?" he said with a goofy smile on his face.

"Fucking unbelievable, man. She had the tightest pussy I've ever felt," I said, knowing he wouldn't drop it until I told him something and hoping it was enough to placate him.

"Cool, man. Cool," he said with an approving nod of his head as he turned in his seat, facing forward again.

And that was the end of the conversation.

The weeks that led up to the magazine debut I'd spent on a trip to Nepal, photographing the local people for National Inquirer. I returned home the night before the pre-launch party. Normally I couldn't care less about these parties because most of the individuals in attendance are attention-seeking dickheads. This one, however, I made sure to be back in time to go to. Bella would be there and I really wanted to see her again. Outside of the images of my cock buried balls deep inside her, that is.

Every time I looked at those images of us I got an instant hard-on. I wanted to show the entire world just how hot they were. I wanted everyone to know how sexy and erotic Isabella Swan really was.

Anyway, I didn't have time to rub one out, liquidate the inventory, or pump the goo gun. So, to the pre-launch party I went.

Unfortunately, my normal date to these things – Alice, of course – was home sick in bed with a terrible case of the flu. She was having a hard time getting over it and had been laid up for weeks. Thankfully though, a lot of my staff would also be at the party, so I wouldn't be completely alone, which was fine by me.

As soon as I walked through the door of the venue I spotted them: Victoria and Tanya – the evil bitch twins. Both of them were lingerie models and I met them when I was doing a calendar shoot. At the time I thought it would be insanely hot to photograph the two of them together in skimpy thongs, and I wasn't disappointed. When they started making out during the shoot I think all of my male staff nearly died from blood loss to the brain - if you know what I mean.

That night I hooked up with Tanya and my assistant James hit it off with Victoria. I had a brief, scary relationship with Tanya. I say scary because she turned out to be the crazy, stalker kind of girl.

She was someone to take home to mom, but only if you wanted your family to disown you.

After I dumped her, she followed me everywhere I went. She even showed up to my parent's house one night. Naked. In their pool. Just hoping I was there and would decide to take a late night swim.

So, yeah. Scary bitch.

James and Victoria, however, were still together. So I instantly knew he had brought them along, most likely to piss me off. I never figured out what his problem was before I left, and apparently, things hadn't changed while I was out of the county.

I made a plan to stay as far away from them as I could.

The night was going fairly smoothly for the most part. I'm really not the kind of guy that likes to mingle, but there were a lot of important people present, so I put on the charm. You can never have too many contacts.

What sucked was that Bella was nowhere in sight. She was the guest of honor, so you would think she would be there. Guess not.

I grabbed a dirty Grey Goose martini from the bar and made my way over to an empty table. I only sat there, eyes closed, for a few minutes before I felt someone sit in my lap. My mind went straight to Bella and I smiled. I reached my hand up to wrap around her waist as my eyes opened. My hand stalled when I realized who it actually was.

"Get the hell off of me, Tanya," I snarled.

"Come on, Eddie, don't be an ass," she whined.

"I'll stop being an ass when you getyour ass off of me."

"We use to have so much fun. What happened to us?" she asked as her fingers started playing with my hair.

"You turned out to be crazy. That's what happened."

"I'll pretend you didn't say that, baby," she began, but I didn't hear what else came out of her mouth because at that moment, I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned my head and froze. Bella was across the room watching me. She looked upset about something. I wanted to see what was wrong, but first I had to get the half-baked bitch extraordinaire off my lap.

"Let's go to the coat closet, Eddie, and I'll suck your cock."

That caught me off guard, because honestly, when a chick offers to suck you off, you can't help but focus your full attention on them - even if said person is crazy. The second I turned my head back to Tanya, her mouth was on mine, her tongue trying to invade my mouth.

I shoved her away from me and stood up, not caring that she fell to the floor. Her barely there dress rode up nearly to her waist, showing everyone that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I wiped my mouth off furiously, like I was seven and she had cooties or some shit. Which, knowing her, she probably did.

"What the fuck, Tanya?" I yelled.

She stood up, glaring at me, as she yanked her dress down.

"I was trying to show you what you're missing. What you can't get from that prude Disney cunt," she spat.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Isabella Swan," she said the name with a sneer.

"What about her?" I asked, furiously.

"I know you want her. Why else would you be here?"

"What I do isn't any of your concern, Tanya. I think you should leave," I snapped.

"Fine. Whatever. You'll be sorry. You won't have another chance at this," she said as she flashed me her boobs. She covered herself up again and turned on her heal, walking quickly toward the doors.

I stood there for all of two seconds trying to comprehend what had just happened. When I turned around to grab my drink, I remembered that Bella had been there. I swung in the direction where she had been standing to find that she had gone.

Fucking great.

I downed my drink and set off to find her. I looked for nearly an hour until someone told me she had left. Evidently, she wasn't feeling well and needed to go home. I hoped she didn't have the same bug that Alice had.

I left, pissed off and ready to murder James for ruining my evening. I'd have to have words with him soon. I'd had plans for a take two with Bella that night. Instead, I made my way home to beat off to the images of her. Again.

It was a little over a week later when the phone calls and emails started to come pouring in. Most of them were of the "atta boy" variety with a few telling me I should be ashamed of myself. Being in the line of work I was in, it wasn't uncommon to receive hate mail from women's groups and other morons telling me I was a womanizer. I usually blew them off, figuring they were just jealous they didn't look like the women I photographed. So, I didn't think anything was out of the ordinary.

Until my mother sent me an email, which is strange in and of its self since she always calls me instead. In the message she told me how disappointed she was in me, including a link to a website for Perez Hilton.

I clicked on it wondering what was going on. He always had my images and posted them on his site for all to see. Big fucking deal.

As soon as the page loaded, that instant stiffy returned. Holy shit. Only one thing had that effect on me these days.

Isabella Swan.

Well, I hope that answers some questions for you all. Not all of them, I realize. There's a reason for that. That reason being the fact that I DO plan on continuing this story. But I won't get to it until my other WIP, Finding Bella, is done. The bad part about it all is that I am the worlds slowest writer. My life is crazy right now and I don't have much time to write. Which blows, I know. However, I will do my best to get FB done as soon as I can and then get started on this one.

It's not much, I know. I'm sorry. Please don't kill me.

I would LOVE to know what you think about what's happened so far in this little story. How do you feel about Edward? He's a little arrogant, but he's also a bit of a dork, just like Bella. I can't help but like him. He's such a boob man, too. *rolls eyes*

So, if you like him, too, let me know. Or if you hate him, tell me. IN A REVIEW!