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Please forgive the long wait between updates. I've been working on my other story Yeah, You. This was originally a one-shot, but Edward wanted to share his side of the story. If people like it, I probably can be bribed with reviews and RPatz porn to write some more chapters.

Love and kisses to my fantabulous beta/fic-wife Cosmogirl7481. She gave me some kick ass lines and talked me through the citrus portion. If you want extra hot, lemony goodness read her fic, Retail Therapy.

Chapter 2

Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want

EPOV

I, Edward Cullen, do solemnly swear that I am going to seduce one Bella Swan today or die trying.

I was bound and determined that she would understand what I wanted from her today. I thought I had made myself perfectly clear the other million times I had been in there, but apparently Bella didn't realize the power she has over men. I mean, who needs that many records? Fuck, I was buying them from myself.

I remember the first time I saw her. Of course I did. I replayed that scene in my head daily.

I had planned to see the building my grandfather had left me. The address was familiar and very close to work. When I got there I realized that I had walked by the store before, meaning to stop by and browse through the records. I strolled through the door and ran smack into my future. My 'future' was 5 foot 3 inches of female perfection. The feel of her body against mine sent a jolt of electricity through me. She apologized profusely while I stared unabashedly. She was wearing a small white mini skirt that showcased her fantastic legs. Legs I wanted wrapped around me.

I took one look into her bottomless brown eyes and I was hooked. Long mahogany hair, heart-shaped face, creamy unblemished skin. And a Vinyl Fetish name tag. I was devastated to see that she was an employee. My employee. Obviously I didn't introduce myself as the new owner.

She helped me with my music choices because I pretended to be a customer. I was instantly drawn to her quick, self-effacing wit and quiet intelligence. My attachment grew rapidly and exponentially as I practically stalked her. I went to the record store, my record store, every day that I could before my shift at the hospital. Every free minute I had I was there. I don't know what she actually thought of me being there so fucking often.

She was a fucking goddess. Completely beautiful and completely oblivious to her charms. The physical attraction wasn't the only thing that captured my interest, however. Everyday I spent there lusting after her I learned a little bit more.

I made inane conversation while trying to get to know her. It was casual on the surface, but in my mind I was noting every bit of information I could. Music preference, books, major, favorite foods, all of it in the Bella folder. . She was twenty-three, a recent graduate of UCLA, single (excellent), and basically perfect for me. I memorized the way she twirled her hair around her finger, how her eyes scrunched when she laughed. She introduced me to her friend Alice and her boyfriend Jasper. I watched her face light up when she spoke about the people she cared about. Beautiful. I wanted her to have that look when she spoke my name.

I never made a move because I was the owner of the store. I didn't think it was proper for me to proposition one of my employees. Plus, she might go out with me out of obligation, or refuse me for the same reasons. Anyway you looked at it, it was not the best situation. In my mind we had some sort of connection that was unspoken. I was sure that she felt it, too. I've waited so long for her to make a move, but she was clueless to what I wanted from her. This shit I had planned today better work, because my dick might shrivel up from non-use. I haven't been able to look at another woman since I laid eyes on Miss Swan.

Six months of agonizing, late-night masturbatory sessions. My balls were bluer than Papa Smurf's.

This was how I spent the last six months. Tortured by her untouchable presence. Well, tonight I was going to touch. Everywhere.

I finally had a night off from the hospital. I only had to practically blow the chief resident to get it. I usually had mornings off which was when I went to the record store to see my dream girl. The week of double shifts would be worth it if she finally succumbs to my charms. No 'if' Cullen, when. Think positively.

She may need a visit to the optometrist, because she hasn't noticed the blatant staring and ocular sexing I've been throwing her way. All signs point to her being very intelligent, so I'm going to go with the explanation that she is very naïve and has vision problems.

That was another reason why I was so enamored of her. She wasn't like other women who followed me around and made suggestive comments. I've had women ask me for 'breast exams' in the ER. Seriously. Just whipped 'em out. Who wants that? Bella was carefree, beautiful, intelligent, and soon to be mine. This was so going to happen.

Angela, the manager of the store, asked for permission to hire a new employee a month ago when Bella had given her notice. My heart fell when I first heard she was leaving, but then I realized that we could finally be together. I had been plotting my move ever since. I had to stop myself from sending out wedding invitations. I needed to make her notice me first. I had eagerly awaited today all month long. Shit, if we're being honest, it's been six months that I've waited.

I had Angela arrange for Bella to be on the closing shift, which she rarely worked. I spent the morning helping interview applicants with Angela. I took the opportunity to find out some more information about the object of my affection.

I learned she was leaving for Europe next week, so I needed to make my move now. I didn't want her leaving without me declaring myself to her. She'd come back with some Euro-trash boyfriend. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I missed my chance.

So here I was, getting ready for the most important meeting of my life. Way to over-dramatize everything, Edward. My brother Emmett would bust my balls for even thinking such sappy shit. 'She's just a girl Edward,' he would tell me. He couldn't be more wrong. She was everything.

I put on a CD while I got dressed for my 'date.' Morrissey's voice came out through the speakers loud and clear. . .Please let me, let me, let me get what I want. I loved records, but damn the sound was amazing. I needed to talk to Angela about ordering CDs for the store.

I selected my clothing carefully, unlike every other day I got ready. Usually I just threw on scrubs. I wanted her to see that I put in an effort for her. I specifically chose the Smiths concert tee because I knew that was her favorite band. That's another thing we had in common-we loved the same music. I paired the shirt with my favorite faded 501s and my trusty Docs. Hmm. Cologne or not? I had that Drakaar that Emmett gave me for Christmas that I haven't opened. Nah. I'll just stick to my regular soapy scent. I think I actually caught her sniffing me a couple of times. I moussed my hair into submission and then I was out the door. I practically ran down the street so eager was I to see her and possibly touch her. Not possibly, Cullen, definitely.

I slowed my jog to a mere trot as my store came into view. My store. This was my favorite of all the holdings inherited from my granddad. I actually loved music, not just because Bella happened to work in the store. I've played piano and guitar since I was little; I was quite good. Well, that's what people say. I've played in clubs and in bands casually for years. You would think I'd have a little more confidence.

I inhaled a deep breath and exhaled out some of my nervousness that was making my stomach feel like it was tied in knots. It's not like I should be nervous. I'd talked to girls before. More than talked. I wasn't a complete man-whore, but women did find me attractive. So, I've had my share of the ladies. They were just the wrong ladies. Not Bella. She made the sky bluer and my day brighter. Ugh. Air Supply should be playing in the background because that was so corny.

Through the window I looked at the many posters that lined the walls. The Police, Duran Duran, INXS, Depeche Mode, U2. A chick had definitely selected those posters. I quickly ran through the list of songs I selected for my little plan. It was now or never. The chime sounded as I opened the door.

I looked around to find Bella. She was grinding, fucking grinding, to INXS's Need You Tonight. In a tight mini-skirt. Oh, fuck. How have I made it through the last six months? Right. My hand and a fuck load of cold showers. I focused on the plan and selected my first record as she tortured me with her body.

"Bella," I called. No answer. She kept swaying her hips and singing. I cleared my throat loudly. She turned around in surprise. I could see her eyes widen at the sight of me. She gulped as she checked me out. Yeah, she was looking at the goods. Baby, you can have all of me whenever you want it.

"Is there anything you, um, want Edward?"

"Fuck yeah." I want everything you'll give me.

"Do you think you could play track two, please?" I handed her the first song and she changed the record.

I want you to want me, I need you to need me. . .

The chorus rang through the store and she gaped at me as I stared at her.

"I didn't know you were a Cheap Trick fan," she choked.

"That song has a particular message I want to convey," I told her with as much emotion as I could. She has to get this, right?

I gathered the rest of the records from the bins as she watched me. I handed her the rest of the songs I selected. I told her how I liked to express myself through music.

"Are you making a mixed tape for your girlfriend or something?" she asked in a quivering voice.

"I don't have a girlfriend, yet. I'm working on it," I told her as I gazed into her deep brown eyes. Fuck, doesn't she realize I mean her?

She made a joke about how I dazzle women. I asked if I have that effect on her. Jackpot. She said, "Always." She did want me.

I asked her if she got my message, but she still didn't get it. Does she ignore all male attention?

"I guess I haven't made my intentions clear, then." I handed her the final record. If this didn't work, I was going to have a fucking conniption.

"If you can't guess what I want after this, I'll have to take matters into my own hands." And by 'matters' I meant her luscious body. Fucking George Michael better work. That motherfucker knows about sex and women.

I've waited so long baby

Now that we're friends

Every man's got his patience

And here's where mine ends

I want your sex, I want your love.

There. I was practically begging her. I stared at her mouth, wanting so badly to suck on that pouty lip.

I've waited so long baby

Out in the cold

I can't take much more girl

I'm losing control

No shit, George. I was about to lose it if she didn't give me a sign, soon.

Then suddenly, she was leaning toward me, eyes on my lips. Sign duly noted. Thank you.

The pink, pouty lips I ogled for months were finally on me. My dreams were completely inadequate representations of that perfection. We moved together like we had been doing this forever. My tongue gently explored her mouth and she responded with vigor. She tasted better than . . .well, fuck if I knew. There were no words. It was hot and wet and fucking passionate. She gripped me tightly by the neck pulling me closer, exactly where I wanted to be. My hands roamed the creamy skin that I coveted, so much softer than I imagined. Everything was just more. More perfect, more delicious, more intense.

More.

I let myself succumb to the sensations. No holding back. She was now lying across the counter like her body was displayed for me. Yeah, I think I want to sample this. I brushed my thumbs along the sides of her breasts as I peppered wet open-mouthed kisses from her mouth to her neck and chest. I was rewarded with hums of appreciation.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to do that," I said as we finally broke apart. I was leaning over her prone form. We were both breathing heavily but I was just getting started. I pulled her over the counter and onto her feet. She was a little unsteady; I hoped it was because of me.

When I saw the uncertainty in her eyes I told her to pick out another song and promised to explain what was happening between us. We needed a soundtrack for the upcoming events. I walked over to the door and locked it. I put the 'closed' sign in the window and closed the blinds so we wouldn't be disturbed. I didn't want anyone walking in on what was hopefully going to happen next.

She put on the song Ask by The Smiths. I should have known. Baby, I'm not going to ask, I'm going to take. I grasped her hips and pressed myself against her. She gasped, and then rubbed her sweet little ass into my rock hard cock. Yes, Bella, he's been very lonely. He needs some attention. Damn, it's been so long you're talking like your cock is a person.

"I've wanted you ever since I first saw you, but I couldn't do anything because I was your boss." I tried to explain why I hadn't made a move before this. "Tell me this is ok and you feel the same way," I said as I nibbled on her ear. I needed to make sure she wanted the same thing.

She moaned and told me how she wanted me for as long as I wanted her. Before her last words were out of her mouth, I had removed her tank top and bra. I didn't want to waste a second. I ran my tongue over a glorious pink peak while teasing the other in my hand. Bella reached into my jeans and stroked me with her hand. It was almost too much. I was basking in a wave of bliss then the fucking heavens opened up. I thought making out with her was the most glorious feeling ever. Until she took me in her mouth. She licked me like I was ice cream cone and 'Edward's Cock' was the most delicious flavor created. When she massaged my balls, I could barely stop myself from ending everything way too soon. I had to picture car wreck victims just to stop the instant orgasm. All my dreams combined did not do the reality justice. I quivered from the sheer joy and pleasure of this moment. And I hadn't even come, yet. I may combust when that happens.

Jesus Christ, this woman was going to kill me. I pictured the paramedics removing my dick from her mouth. That would be a good ER story.

All too soon I was releasing six months of pent up sexual tension into her mouth. I thought she might choke on that load. When I was done basking in the afterglow of the best BJ of my life, I quickly pulled her up into my arms.

"That was the most intense experience I've ever had. It was worth the wait," I said to her, breathless.

While I pulled up my pants and got myself, er, situated, she asked me what was going to happen next. She seemed very nervous about something. I realized that she was still unsure about us when she said what time she got off work. Was she actually thinking I was going to leave?

"I'm going to get you off, now, love. Then I'm going to take you home and fuck you senseless," I whispered to her as I pulled her close to me. I laughed when she completely surprised me and asked for a mixed tape. I reached under her little white skirt that had teased me for the last six months, quickly pulling her tiny panties off. Fucking drenched, sexy panties that I stuck in my pocket. Bella moaned and tensed when my fingers grazed her sensitive spot.

"Relax, Bella. I just want you to feel as good as you made me. I've wanted this for so long," I murmured into her mouth as I kissed her. I pulled her skirt up and her leg over my hip so I could get a better angle. I slid my hand over to the source of heat and wet and happiness. "God, I love how wet you are for me. Have you been dreaming about this, like I have? Your body is telling me how much you want this. . . how much you want me. Can you tell me Bella?" I teased her opening with my fingers until she begged me for more. How could I resist her? "Are you going to tell me, beautiful?"

"Fuck, Edward. I want you! Now stop teasing, for shit's sake!" Bella fucking growled at me.

"Ooh, such a dirty mouth on you. Don't make me spank you." Mmm. The rush of wetness tells me Bella likes.

I finally gave her more, inserting my fingers and pulsing and thrusting repeatedly inside her as she writhed against me. I added to the sensation of my fingers by fucking her mouth with my tongue until she was sobbing my name while her orgasm overtook her.

"Mmmm. Oh, fuck!" she wailed with her head against my chest. "You used your knowledge of female anatomy to your advantage didn't you?"

I gently lowered her leg and steadied her wobbly frame.

"Bella, I use all of my knowledge to my advantage," I smirked. "But you haven't seen my best moves, yet." Her eyes widened, and then narrowed as she grinned. "So, shall we continue with part two of my promise? At my place?"

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