Title: Mixing Pleasure with Business
Summary: Can Edward and Bella avoid getting caught mixing business with pleasure?
Word Count: 494
Disclaimer: SM owns em. I molest em a little bit for my own nefarious purposes.
His fingers spread me open wide, his face inches from my dripping core.
"God I love looking at you like this." Edward muttered before sliding his tongue up my slit and latching onto my clit; forcing me to arch my back and nearly slide out of my chair.
"OH FUCK. Oh God, I can't take it!"
I leaned back in my seat and look down at his messy bronze hair, down to his piercing green eyes that were locked on mine. I could feel his lips curl up into a wicked grin against my ladybits. He was enjoying this. Bastard. He had been driving me crazy all day, and I finally gave into temptation. Working together was maddening, if not impossible. I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to keep quiet, lest anyone catch us.
"Bella?" Oh fuck, Edward's mouth is still busy, so who...My eyes shot open to see Carlisle standing in front of my desk with a look of concern on his face.
"Bella, I just came to see if my son was in...are you alright?"
Edward, having heard his father's voice, shot his head up, smacking it on the underside of my desk. How he fit his long, lanky frame under there was anyone's guess. I suppose the right motivation can make anything possible. I laid a hand upon his shoulder to still him. His warm breath on my swollen flesh making it hard to concentrate.
"I'm fine. I'm just getting a headache." I felt the tip of Edwards tongue barely tease my sensitive bud. "Edward left a little while ago and said he'd be back...um...after lunch." I felt a rush of air as he snickered against the burning flesh.
"Are you sure you're ok? You look a little flushed." He made his way closer to me. I had to keep him on the other side of my desk. In my panic I waved him off.
"No no...I'm fine." Edward latched onto my clit again and began sucking hard.
"Well I insist you take the rest of the day off. Edward isn't here to need you anyway. Would you like me to drive you home?"
My voice cracking, desperate to contain the pleasure I was feeling I muttered, "No that's alright Carlisle. I'll just finish up these last few papers, save and head out."
"Alright," he said, moving toward the door. "I hope you feel better." Oh I'm sure I would be just fine, as I could sense my orgasm in 3-2-1...
"Thanks." I choked out as I broke apart.
He turned as he reached the door. "I love you Mrs. Cullen, I'll see you at home," he said with a wink and walked out.
Edward's head popped up again. "Fuck that was close!"
Pushing his head back into my folds, I smirked at him. "Shut up and get back to work."