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Bella lifted her drink to her lips as her gaze lingered on Edward across the room. His shoulders were relaxed, his smile carefree and easy as he stood among a circle of random faces with one hand shoved into his pocket and the other holding a glass of champagne. To the casual observer Edward seemed completely at ease, unbothered by the number of people who gravitated to him, waiting on their chance to catch his attention.
But Bella wasn't just a casual observer. She noticed the predatory look in his eyes as they darted around the room during a break in conversation, when one group shifted out and another shifted in, no doubt checking out the prospects for his next conquest.
She smoothed a hand down her side and finished the rest of her drink. If she had anything to say about the situation, she would be filling that position tonight, or better yet the one being filled.
Bella remembered the first time she'd seen him. She'd just given the latest costume changes to her assistant when he walked onto the set, nothing but cool confidence and smooth swagger as the entire crew fell silent, and it was obvious he loved every minute of it.
For months she'd been an invisible presence, making sure his costumes arrived in the dressing room on time, pressed so the material was wrinkle free and ready to slip into without any fuss. Which was no small feat when it came to Edward Cullen, who tended to be a little more than high maintenance.
Of course, none of that mattered after the first time she watched him doing a sex scene. Bella crossed her legs, clenching her thighs together as she remembered the way he pushed himself off the bed when the director yelled cut. How he unabashedly adjusted his dick in the tight cock sock as he left his co-star panting on the bed with flushed skin and heavy lids, and then the way he smirked when he caught the females staring at him open mouthed.
She also remembered the sounds coming from his dressing room later that day when he and his co-star decided to have a private encore performance. Once Bella was home and in bed, she replayed the scene of him thrusting against his co-star as she slid her fingers under the edge of her panties. Except this time it was her sweat slick body he licked and sucked and pushed into over and over again.
It was the first of many fantasies he would star in over the following months, forcing Bella to admit she had no desire to deny herself the chance of making at least one of those fantasies a reality.
She glanced down at her watch and pulled in a deep breath. It was now or never. The filming was over, and in a couple of hours, the wrap party would be done and her window of opportunity closed.
Edward sipped his drink and took a peek at his watch. Just a little bit longer and he could get the hell out of there. The pickings for finding someone to fuck were slim. Not that there wasn't plenty of attractive women there, but he'd already slept with the ones that were worth the trouble.
And Edward Cullen didn't do repeats.
He sighed when he heard the clicking of heels approaching from his right. He hoped it wasn't the same girl who had already tried to test his no repeat rule earlier. Boredom was making the offer far too tempting. He fixed his face with a smile and turned his head, his eyes widening at the sight of the girl heading his way.
Long, silky dark hair fell over her shoulder, her top hung low between her breasts revealing the soft swell underneath, and her short skirt showcased legs that were meant to be wrapped around his waist.
How the fuck had he missed her?
"Hi." Her full lips pulled back into a gorgeous smile, and he wanted nothing more than to see those lips wrapped around his dick as he fisted her long hair in his hands.
"Hey," he answered, not bothering to hide the way his eyes lingered on her chest. She also didn't bother pretending she cared; she wanted him to stare. She wanted him imagining her naked underneath him.
"I'm Bella, by the way," she offered, extending her hand out in front of her.
"I'm Edward, but I'm guessing you already knew that." He smirked as he wrapped his hand around hers, the feel of her warm, soft skin making his pants tighten.
She smiled indulgently. She knew he was a conceited asshole. But she didn't approach him to have stimulating conversation. The kind of stimulation she was interested in involved very little talking.
"Yes, I've worked on set since filming started, actually before then."
He lifted his brows in surprise, wondering how he'd missed such a sweet piece of ass over the last several months.
"You worked on the set? What do you do?" he asked, curious, but not really. He was more interested in knowing so he could keep an eye out for people in her position, in case they all looked as fuckable as her.
"I'm the Costume Designer."
"Ah." He nodded. "That's why I don't remember you. That was the one thing I didn't have to ride anyone's ass about." His eyes dropped lower as his mind lingered on exactly what it would be like to ride her ass. "Pity."
"Well, I wouldn't want people thinking you've gone soft by letting me slide. You do have a reputation to uphold," she pointed out, her eyes playful and full of promise, her innuendo unmistakable.
"Baby," he chuckled under his breath, stepping closer, "I assure you, there is nothing soft about me."
She tried to appear unconvinced as she hummed in response, pursing her lips and raising her chin a little. Thankfully he couldn't hear the way her heart rate spiked when his eyes dropped to her mouth and his tongue swept over his bottom lip.
"What? You don't believe me?" He cocked his brow, unable to hide his amusement at the idea of anyone doubting his sexual abilities.
Curling her finger, Bella beckoned him to come closer. When he lowered his head she leaned forward so her lips would brush against the shell of his ear when she spoke. "I'm more of a show than a tell type of person." Her suggestive tone left no doubt of her intentions.
It took less than fives minutes for Edward to haul her into the manager's office in the back of the restaurant. Slamming the door shut behind them, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him. His kiss was demanding and rough, their teeth knocking together as they clawed at each other.
"This," he panted, reaching for the hem of her shirt and yanking it over her head, "has to go."
He palmed her tit, his firm grip eliciting a moan from Bella as she twisted her fingers in his hair then scraped her nails down his neck.
"Fuck." He flexed his fingers, groaning as he lowered his head, and grazed his teeth over her nipple. "They're real."
"Not...something...you see often?" she asked between kisses, dropping her hands to unbuckle his belt and flick open his pants.
"Not nearly enough." Stepping back to pull off his shirt, he took a moment to appreciate the slight flare of her hips, the smooth curve of her waist, and the way her tits moved as she drew in heavy, labored breaths.
"Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to get over here and fuck me?" Pulling down the zipper on the back of her skirt, she let the material fall to the floor until she was standing in just her panties and heels.
Edward reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, tearing it open with his teeth without breaking their stare. He pushed down his boxers, his dick jerking when he stroked it once before rolling on the condom.
"Is that what you want baby?"
Not bothering to lift her eyes from what she wanted most, Bella sucked in a ragged breath, her clit aching and her heart pounding in anticipation as he stalked over to her. "Yeah, fuck yeah."
Edward's eyes landed on a tattoo peeking out from the top of her panties, and all he could think about was tracing it with his tongue. "What's this?" He fell to his knees in front of her and pulled the lacy material away from her body to get a better look.
"A tattoo." The tightening of her stomach muscles caused her words to come out muffled and choked as her skin pricked from his touch and close proximity.
"What is it?" He tugged her panties down and traced his tongue over the outline before nipping at her hipbone.
"Oh God," she whimpered, "it's ivy." Her hips bucked as his tongue, so close to where she was aching for him, lapped at her skin. She squirmed, weaving her fingers into his hair and tugging as he slowly stood, nipping and sucking her hot flesh along the way.
He kissed her neck, sliding his hand between them until his palm pressed against her clit and two fingers slipped easily inside her slick pussy. He twisted and turned his fingers as his palm rubbed harder and faster, until her legs were shaking and her nails cut indentations deep into the skin on his shoulders.
With a sexy moan she stiffened, her neck arching as the tension in her body exploded and she collapsed against the wall with a shuddering sigh.
"Don't get too comfortable," he warned, his dick throbbing and rock hard. He grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted until her legs were wrapped around his waist and her back hit the wall with a thud, just like he'd imagined. "I'm no where near done with you yet."
"You better not be," she whispered before biting down on his ear and tugging gently.
He grabbed his dick and rubbed it over her clit once, causing her body to jerk, before he lined himself up and drove into her in one long, smooth stroke. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as her tight pussy, all soft walls and wet heat, clenched around him.
There was no kissing, no talking, only panting breaths and low grunts as his hips thrust forward again and again. He slid his hands under her ass and bent his knees, his pants barely staying on as he pulled her away from the wall and dropped her onto him.
"Fuck," she cried out, her legs tightening around him, her eyes screwed shut as he tortured her with the most pleasurable pain. Three more hard strokes of slapping skin and Edward was falling forward, Bella's back slamming into the wall once more as his hips jerked and he pulsed inside of her.
"Jesus," he gasped, his hands gripping her painfully and his heart pounding as he rested his forehead against her shoulder and tried to calm his erratic breathing.
Bella hummed in response, her body freshly-fucked limp and her skin flushed from exertion.
Edward pulled out slowly and lowered her to the ground, her legs shaking as she straightened up and let her head fall back.
He smirked, watching the way she struggled to stand as he rolled off the condom. He pulled up his pants and fastened them, his mind already wandering beyond the room, curious if anyone had noticed his absence.
Bella pulled in a deep breath, her post orgasm high mixed with the copious amounts of alcohol she'd consumed earlier making her sluggish as she leaned down and retrieved her clothes. A small smile lingered on her face as she stepped into her skirt and zipped it up; that was so much better than her fantasies. She tugged on her shirt and tried not to inhale the scent of his cologne that clung to the material.
Edward alternated between watching her dress and wondering how quickly he could leave without being a complete asshole. Not that he really cared; it wasn't like he had any intentions of asking for her number. But what Edward didn't realize was, not only did Bella not expect anything from him, she didn't want anything, well anything else.
Edward cleared his throat, his expression impassive as Bella lifted her eyes to his. She would have laughed at the way his demeanor had changed from the predator fucking her hard and fast against the wall to the prey looking for its nearest escape if it wasn't so pathetic.
"So, thanks," he said with a shrug as he inched toward the door.
Bella smiled. It was saccharine sweet and completely fake. "It was my pleasure."
Edward gripped the door handle and looked at his watch as Bella crossed the room and poured a shot from the bar. She wasn't any more interested in an awkward goodbye then he was and wished he'd be the dick she knew he was and leave already.
"So maybe you should let me go first, hang out for a few minutes before you leave. Just in case anyone is looking for me." He tried to sound nonchalant, like what he said was merely a suggestion, but his tone gave him away. It held that familiar air of superiority, the one he used on the set when he expected people to do exactly as he said and not ask questions.
"Sure." Bella nodded, taking a sip of her drink. "You're not the only one who has a reputation to uphold." She moved to the desk and eased herself into the chair, barely containing her smirk as Edward stared at her with narrowed eyes.
He didn't understand exactly what Bella had up her sleeve, but she was definitely up to something. There was no way she wasn't the least bit bothered by being fucked against the wall one minute and being told to stay out of sight the next. Not unless she did this sort of thing often, which was entirely possible. Still, he couldn't help but be a little pissed that she seemed so unconcerned with his brushoff. So in true Edward Cullen fashion, he did what he always did―he acted like a dick.
"Right. You wouldn't want your next lead actor to know he'd be following up behind me. Might make him a little reluctant."
Bella wanted to be angry that he assumed she'd done this sort of thing before. But his ego was big enough; he didn't need to know that he was her first, and only, one night stand.
"Exactly," she said, her tone even, her face blank. "We wouldn't want to give the poor guy a complex."
Edward smirked. He knew she was mocking him. He also knew what he said was the truth; no guy wanted to be left wondering if he measured up to Edward Cullen.
He pulled open the door and peeked into the hall, relieved to find it empty. He looked back at Bella, who was still sipping on her drink and looking more than a little drunk. His eyes drifted down to the hem of her skirt, taking one last look at her fuckhot legs. "Thanks again, Ivy." He chuckled before slipping out the door and closing it behind him.
"See ya, Edward."
She slipped a finger under the hem of her skirt and traced the outline of her tattoo, just like he'd done earlier with his tongue. Her eyes slid shut as the image of him kneeling in front of her, his hands gripping her hips and his tongue dragging across her skin, assaulted her mind.
Downing the rest of her drink, Bella stood and crossed the room, copying Edward as she peeked into the hall before slipping out of the office. After a brief stop by the ladies room to make sure she didn't look as freshly fucked as she felt, she ventured back out into the main room.
Edward shook hands with the director as the cute blonde who pounced him the moment he entered the room pressed closer into his side. He glanced up, his eyes landing on Bella as she came out into the main room. He watched her lean in close to a redheaded girl and whisper something in her ear. The redhead nodded and said something back before the two hugged and Bella walked out the front door.
She didn't look back once.
"You wanna grab another drink?" the blonde asked, sucking her lower lip between her teeth and biting down. Edward glanced at the door once before turning back to the girl and giving her a smile that was sure to land him a blowjob.
"Sure," he answered, the brunette sliding into a cab outside the building already forgotten.
Bella pulled in a deep breath after she fell onto her bed and kicked off her shoes. Her mind and body still felt like Jell-o from the top shelf liquor she consumed, not to mention the rough wall sex that had consumed her. He was every bit the asshole she'd expected, but when she slipped her hand inside her panties and remembered the way his abs flexed, the muscles in his arms strained, and the way his dick filled her to the point of pain, she couldn't find it in herself to care. It wasn't like she expected to see him again anyway.
But that was the funny thing about life: it rarely gave a shit about expectations.
I have several people to thank for making this come to life. Midnight Cougar for planting the plot bunny seed, Ooza for being my beta and making me challenge myself to make each chapter SO MUCH BETTER, and Amber, Julie, and my awesome Luvrofink for prereading.
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