I am sitting in the passenger seat of Edward's car and my leg is bouncing like crazy. Edward pulls his hand out of mine where I'm holding it on the center consol and rests it on my jittery thigh. He runs his big hand up and down, trying to soothe me. Of course, it feels so good that I get distracted momentarily.

"Are you nervous or something? Why are you so bouncy?"

I grab his hand again and begin stroking his fingers as I answer. "No, I'm not nervous. I guess I'm just excited. I love this park. It's full of memories." We are driving to the park near my old house where Edward and I first met. He's meeting up with Alec again to play tennis, but I'm just going for a run. But, the truth is…I am a little nervous. I've got something planned and I want it to go well.

I avoid looking at his face, because he has gotten so ridiculously good at reading me. I could never keep anything from him when we were first dating, but now that we've been married for four months, he is an absolute professional at reading my moods.

He knows me so completely that he could have a college degree in the art of Bella Cullen.

Apparently, he still catches on, because he says, "Oh no. I know that face. What are you hiding?"

I dodge the question. "Look! We're here."

"Bella…" he starts, his tone very suspicious. He pulls into a parking spot and I hop out the second the wheels stop moving. I grab his tennis bag from the back seat and put the strap over my shoulder as I walk toward the courts swiftly.

From behind me, I hear the slam of the car door and the click of the doors locking a second before Edward runs to catch up. He gently pulls the bag off my shoulder so I don't have to carry it. I continue forward at a fast pace, but slow down when he grabs the back of my baggy t-shirt.

"Hey, what's going on?" He's standing in front of me now with concern on his face….and I almost break.

How it is possible that he is so good looking?

Seriously.

And it doesn't help that I'm so insanely in love with him, because that makes me more attracted to him.

I'd probably be a jealous wench all the time if he wasn't who he is and didn't love me the same way I love him. I cannot even explain the feeling of being completely sure about someone. I have never even entertained the thought that he would stray or cheat.

First of all, he is a genuine, honest person. He tells me about his day at work or what happened at the infrequent training conferences he has to attend… not to reassure me that he's remaining faithful, but rather so we can stay connected.

Secondly, Edward and I have so much sex that it is probably a little ridiculous. I honestly think it would be physically impossible to have more, but if I said that to him…I know he'd take it as a challenge and prove me wrong.

And thirdly, I just trust him. I know that he is completely mine and he knows that I am his.

And with the way he is looking at me now, I know I have his full attention. And I realize I can use this to my advantage.

Whenever Edward and I are apart but in the same area, we can't help but look at each other often. If we are talking to people at opposite ends of the room, I'll always find my eyes glancing at him, even if I didn't consciously tell them to move.

Edward and Alec are super competitive with each other and usually he is totally focused on the game. With what I have planned, I need to be looking at me for this to go well. And I guess my unplanned nervousness will work to my favor. I know he will look at me often now. I have his attention and I'm getting more excited and nervous thinking about it.

I get up on my tip toes and lean up to kiss him, using his shoulders as balance. He kisses me back, but I can still feel his concern for me. He wants to know what is going on.

He'll know soon enough.

"Everything is great." I whisper against his lips, stealing another kiss. Not that I need to steal them or anything. They're totally free.

"You're sure you're okay?" he asks as he pulls back, running his hands down from my shoulders to grab my hands.

I nod, smiling up at him. I see movement behind Edward's back and notice Alec already in the court. "Don't let me keep you. I'll run for a bit and then I'll come be your cheerleader."

"You're a distracting cheerleader," Edward admits.

"It's all part of my master plan. I'll distract Alec so you can win cleanly." I lean into his body so he can feel all of me.

"Yeah, that'd be a great plan if I wasn't the one getting distracted." And his body is telling me he's definitely not thinking about tennis right now. He continues, "I both love and hate that it's warm again. I do love your spandex, but these shorts…" he trails off, looking at my legs eagerly. "I love seeing your body, but I hate that others will see it too."

I am definitely going to be in so much trouble soon. If he is freaking out of people seeing my legs…then this should be interesting.

We finally manage to pull apart and I begin jogging away, but turn around and wave saucily when I notice he is still watching me. The jogging trail winds around the fields, but stays in view of the tennis courts. It is a one mile loop that I normally run a couple times, but I'm only running it once today. I'm going to need my energy for later. I have a feeling I know what Edward's punishment will be. Lots and lots of sex.

When I get closer to the beginning, I see that Edward is already distracted by me. His eyes flicker to me way too often for him to be successful at tennis. Luckily they are just finishing a set when I arrive. He lost that one, of course.

Edward jogs over to me, wanting to be closer. Before he can reach me, I lift the hem of my baggy shirt over my head and reveal what's been hiding underneath.

When Edward sees me taking off my shirt, he calls out my name in confusion…and a little bit of panic. Once it is all the way off, he freezes in shock. He's a couple feet away from me, but he is incapable at looking at my face right now. I'm not offended. I'd be staring too. This sports bra really is fantastic.

This bra does something to Edward. Whenever I put it on, Edward attacks me. His hands are all over me the second the fabric touches me skin. I only wear it every once in a while because I don't want him to get used to the way I look in it. I want him to always get handsy when he sees it. I have never once worn it outside of our house, but I always remembered what he said that first time and have always been curious about what'd he'd do if I did wear it in public.

I think I'm about to find out.

I am slightly flushed from my run and I feel a drop of sweat slide down my chest. I bend down to get my water bottle and hear a racket hit the concrete loudly. I glace over to the other side of the net and Alec is gaping at me, his racket forgotten on the ground. Oh yeah, bending over reveals more of my chest, which is already pretty exposed to begin with.

This is enough to wake up Edward. He swiftly steps in front of me to block me from Alec's eyes.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asks tightly, his voice shaking in rage…lust? Hopefully both.

Is it crazy that I want him to lose his cool? It may be wrong, but I'm trembling with how much I want him right now.

"It's really warm today," I answer, trying to be innocent, but that is probably ruined when I run my hand over my cleavage to wipe away the sweat. "Hey, can I play tennis with you today?"

Oh, I'm pushing it right now.

Edward's eyes narrow at me, accusing. "Bella, you promised." He steps toward me and I cannot help but step away. I am his prey right now, and I want to be hunted.

"I didn't break my promise. I am only wearing this for you," I explain, still backing away.

"You know that's not what I meant." I am about ten steps away from him, but he's picking up his pace.

"So, what are you going to do about it?" I taunt, which is probably not the smartest idea.

"Bella…" he drags out my name. "Don't push me…"

Of course I'm going to push him. "Edward, What are you going to do about it?" I emphasize each word, goading him more.

Edward calls out to Alec without looking away from me. I am at the edge of the court, next to the open door. "Alec, we'll have to pick this up another time. I've got something to do right now."

"Me?" I ask. Yeah, I know what that expression means. He is definitely going to do me.

"Yeah. You."

And with that he lunges at me, but I'm ready for him. I squeal as I push off the fence and make a run for it, with Edward hot on my heels.

As I'm sprinting away I know I'm probably going to wish I would have listened to him, because I know he is probably going to make me suffer and beg…but it is not going to be painful. It is going to be fun.

I may be running away…

But we all know I'm going to let him catch me.


A/N:

I'm going to let you use your imagination for this one! This is officially the end!

Thank you to all my readers! I'm so grateful to all of you. This story was amazingly fun to write because of you!