Title: The Cullen Enterprise

Author: Amethyst Jackson

Rating: M

Summary: Bella has no idea how she's going to continue supporting herself and her recovering father on her meager income…until a certain CEO waltzes in with an offer she can't refuse.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are in no way mine, and that is why I am making absolutely ZERO dollars off this story. And the idea isn't all that original, either, so I'm really not making any claims here.


Previously in The Cullen Enterprise: Bella and Edward ended their first week together with a Friday-night date in which Bella flirted with the L-word.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Smack

EPOV

I woke early on Saturday simply out of habit. After the night I'd had with Bella - the dinner, the wine, the life-altering sex with Bella in the car and the second round after we got home - I should have slept much later, but my internal clock apparently wasn't aware.

Bella slept beside me on her stomach, arms curled around her pillow. I could see just a hint of breast before the sheet covered the rest of her naked body. I'd woken up hard, like a damned teenager, and now I was guaranteed to stay that way.

I had plans for today. Since Bella would be going to Forks tomorrow, it was important to get a few things done today - like testing for STDs and shopping for a new car for Bella - but now I wanted nothing more than to roll around in bed with her all day.

I'd heard of sex addiction, but was it possible to be addicted to sex with one particular person? I wanted her with a constancy that I'd never experienced before. She seemed to linger in the background of every waking thought and always came to center stage in my dreams.

Unable to help myself, I brushed her dark hair back and trailed my fingers over the porcelain skin stretched across her shoulders.

Her beauty still bowled me over. She was so unlike the women I'd dated - women always trying to be prettier, always making adjustments, trying new make-up and new hair colors, following fad diets. Bella was younger than those women, but I couldn't imagine time diminishing her beauty. She was simply too pure. Untainted.

She stirred under my grazing fingertips and blinked her sleepy brown eyes.

"Morning," she mumbled. "Why are you awake so early?"

"Habit." I ran my hand down her back, and it made her shiver. "But we do have a lot to do today."

"I don't suppose you mean a lot of laying around in bed?"

I laughed at her vaguely grumpy tone. "I mean we need to get you a car, for starters."

She groaned. "I don't want to."

"Either we get you a car or I'm driving you to Forks and back tomorrow. Your choice."

She sighed. "Fine. But do we have to get up right now?"

"We probably should." A few more minutes in this bed with her would guarantee us not leaving the house before noon.

As if she sensed my weakness, she closed the distance between us and pressed her naked body against mine. Her smooth thigh hitched against my hip as her soft breasts pushed into my chest and her lips grazed the underside of my jaw.

"Just a few more minutes?" she pleaded, little more than a breathy whisper against my ear, and my already hard cock answered her with a vehement yes.

"A few," I conceded, sliding my hands down her back to cup her ass. She nibbled on my earlobe and I rolled onto my back with her.

"Bet I could convince you to stay in bed all day," she said, rubbing her sex against my cock.

"I have no doubt," I groaned.

"But we have things to do," she sighed dramatically, lifting up and twirling away from me, off the bed and toward the bathroom. "But since we have so much to do today, I guess I should get in the shower," she sighed, sauntering to the bathroom in all her naked glory.

I watched agape, my cock wanting and my mind trying to catch up to what had just happened.

I slowly smiled to myself as I realized Bella had an inner vixen, and she'd come out to play this morning. This would be fun.

I pushed myself off the bed and followed after her. The bathroom door was ajar in what I took as an invitation, and water was running in the shower. I stepped in and just watched for a moment. Bella's form was blurry behind the frosted glass door, but I could see her back arched as she tilted her head under the spray, her breasts thrust forward. I was helpless to resist that kind of temptation.

She didn't notice me until I climbed into the shower behind her.

"It's not nice to tease," I said, pulling her naked form into my arms.

Bella pursed her lips. "It's not nice to wake a girl up early and tell her she has to get out of bed."

"I didn't mean to wake you." I kissed her pouty bottom lip by way of apology. "I do think you meant to tease me, though."

"Oh yeah? What do you plan to do about that?" she asked, an eyebrow raised in challenge.

I knew exactly what I planned to do, but I contemplated the possibilities anyway. "I could always spank you," I offered.

Her breath hitched. "Spank me?"

I managed not to let my absolute delight show. "Do you like that? Do you think you need to be spanked, Isabella?"

"Maybe?" she hesitated. "I guess I have been a...bad girl."

She spoke haltingly, unsure, and it was painfully adorable.

"You've been a very bad girl," I said sternly. "Tempting me until I'm desperate for you, then teasing me."

"How was I tempting you? I was asleep," she argued playfully.

"Put your hands on the wall," I said, her sassy attitude only serving to turn me on more.

She wet her lips and obeyed. With her palms against the tiles and her ass pushed toward me, she was a vision - a big part of me wanted to abandon the game and take her.

"Yes, you were sleeping, but you were still tempting me," I said and landed a light slap to her left butt cheek. "You're always tempting me." A smack to the right. Her lips parted and I saw her toes curling against the shower floor. "Every time I wake up and see the shape of your body beneath the sheets." Smack. "Every time I hear you laugh." Smack. "Every time you bite your lip." Smack. I leaned in close, feeling her body tremble as I placed my lips against her ear. "Everything you do makes me want you."

She turned her head toward me, looking at me from beneath lust-lowered lashes. "I'm not sorry," she panted.

I groaned and grabbed her by the hips, pushing into her. My eyes rolled back in my head at how wet she was. God help me, she liked to be spanked.

"Hard," she pleaded over her shoulder. "I want it hard."

"It doesn't feel hard to you?" I teased, silencing any retort with a strong thrust. Bella didn't have to ask me twice. I was more than ready to lose control, and if she wanted hard...

The bathroom echoed with the sounds of slapping hips, my grunts and Bella's moans. I felt lost, unable to stop or slow down even if I wanted to, a condition I was afraid was not limited to my body. In this moment, though, there was no room for introspection. There was only steam and Bella's hot, slick body.

Teetering on the edge of climax, I reached down to her sex and rubbed circles around her swollen clit. Her body arched back into me, she turned to look at me over her shoulder, and the desire in her big brown eyes sent me over the edge.


"I need a nap. That was exhausting."

I had to agree. The rest of our Saturday was much less stimulating than our morning shower activities. We'd had a quick breakfast, then gone to have our testing done, which had revealed Bella's extreme aversion to needles and blood, ending with a fainting spell. I'd quickly ushered her off to lunch, figuring some food would probably be a good idea for her.

Next we'd had to decide where to procure a new vehicle for Bella, which had started out as an argument between a luxury dealer and a used car lot, and eventually ended at the compromise of the Toyota dealership.

After haggling until I was sure Bella had the best price and the best safety features available, I parted with Bella to allow her to drive home her new Corolla. Now we were home, and it was late in the afternoon, and I was realizing I only had a handful of hours with her until she left to visit her father.

It hit me then that I was afraid. I was afraid Bella would go home and decide she wanted to stay with her father. Could I blame her if she did? There was nothing I regretted more than not spending every moment I had with my mother before she passed. If Bella decided she was wasting her time with me, it would make perfect sense. I wouldn't be angry with her; I would simply go back to the quiet...to the loneliness.

"A nap sounds like a good idea," I said, watching Bella set her new keys next to mine on the foyer table.

"Then let's go," she said, heading for the stairs. I followed her to what I could only call our bedroom – she already had a claim on it that would not go away soon – and watched her toe off her tennis shoes. She was shy as she stripped down to her T-shirt and underwear, barely meeting my eyes, but I was captivated. How she could be so adorable and so sexy at the same time was a mystery to me.

I shed my clothes until I was in a similar barely-dressed state and followed her into bed. She didn't come to me, but I couldn't resist her lure. I spooned unashamedly against her back, holding her to me with one arm and nuzzling my nose right into her sweetly-scented hair. The window was open, letting in a midsummer breeze and golden rays of sunlight.

If there was anything closer to heaven, I'd yet to find it.


A/N: I'll keep it short. I'm sorry I haven't updated. No good excuses to be had, just a long stretch of blahness. I know I promised frequent updates on this one, and I'm sorry for the false advertising. I'm going to try to get back on track.