AN: This is just a quick one shot I thought of, not sure if I'll continue or not. Thoughts?

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT IN THIS STORY.

I sat at the bar, twirling my wedding band in my hands. I watched the bartender pour my scotch into a glass with ice. As he placed the glass on the bar in front of me, I placed my ring in my purse and nodded in thanks at the bartender.

I was in Las Vegas, while my husband, Edward, was still at home in Forks, Washington. Being an FBI agent kept me traveling and away from Edward most of the time.

Although I hated to admit it to myself, being away from him so much took a toll on our marriage. A couple of times I had…indulged in a one night stand with a man in the city I was visiting.

Sometimes though, it was necessary for my job. If I had to reprimand someone, it may involve getting into their pants. Or at least pretending that that's what I wanted.

Edward didn't know what I truly did for a living. He thought I was a lawyer who traveled for her cases. The FBI agency provided all the cover I needed. When I was working at the office, my secretary knew the fake name of my "law firm" and Edward never asked questions.

The agency had told me not to tell anyone what my real job was. The only person in my personal life who knew my job was my dad, who was how I had landed the job in the first place. Being the chief of police in Forks, he was offered to join the FBI, but he hadn't wanted it, so he had offered it to me instead.

My eyes scanned the restaurant, looking for the criminal I was searching for.

My deep blue dress clung to my body, showing off my best assets. It cut to my mid thigh, and showed off the perfect amount of cleavage at the bust line.

In my purse, there was a wallet with cash, ID, and my hotel room key, and I small black pistol. I had to be armed in case things got out of hand with this criminal.

I didn't know who he was or what he looked like. I had been told I would know him when I saw him.

I took a sip of my scotch and my eye caught a man who was sitting at the other end of the bar from me. He smiled at me and I looked away. He wasn't who I was looking for. I was looking for a crack-head who was selling drugs as well as using. This man looked too put together to use, or to have to sell to make a living.

I heard the bar stool beside me move away from the bar, and I heard someone sit down.

"Hey." Said a man's voice. I turned to see the man who had been sitting at the other end of the bar sitting beside me. Wow. He was gorgeous.

"Hello." I said with a smile.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Bella. What's yours?" I replied.

"Jake." He said. "Pleasure to meet you." he extended his hand to shake mine, and I shook it.

"The pleasure is all mine." I said.

I found it hard to concentrate on the job at hand talking to Jake. I had to constantly remind myself that I was on the job hunting for a criminal…not hunting for a one night stand.

I looked at Jake and decided that I could forget my job for tonight. I was the only one from the agency here. No one was watching me who could fire me.

His hand rested on my bare thigh, and my hand rubbed his arm.

He smiled, seeming to know where this would lead.

"Would you like to come up to my room with me?" he asked huskily.

I smiled at him before finishing off my drink and nodding at him. He led me out of the restaurant with his hand wrapped around my waist, and into the hotel lobby.

We got into the elevator and Jake pressed the button that went up to the penthouse suite.

"Penthouse?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

He chuckled. "Yeah, the penthouse."

I smiled. "Good for me."

He pulled me close to him and captured my lips with his. I was happy to kiss him back.

The elevator doors opened and revealed his hotel room.

I stared around in wonder. It was huge and beautiful in here. Obviously Jake had a lot of money. His room was nicer than mine! I didn't have much time to ogle the room before his lips were on mine again and his hands were roaming my body.

I tossed my purse onto the couch as we stumbled, lips never separating, into the bedroom of the suite. My hands moved up to his neck and my fingers ran through his short, soft hair. His hands moved to my ass and pulled me up, making my legs go around his waist as he carried me into the bedroom. I rocked my hips against his growing arousal.

He threw me onto the bed and his body came down on top of mine, lips crashing against mine. Wetness pooled in my panties as his hand stroked my thigh, hitching my dress up even more. My hands came to his shirt and unbuttoned it quickly. My hands moved over the toned muscles in his chest and stomach.

He propped himself up on his arms and pulled my dress over my head. He bent his head down to my chest and pulled my bra away from my chest with his teeth. His mouth came over one of my hardened nipples, sucking and nibbling, and my back arched in pleasure at the touch.

His hand moved down to my panties and he hooked his finger in them and pulled them away from my body. His hand cupped my sex, and I moaned, wanting more from him. His mouth left my breath, and he moved down to my centre.

"You're so wet for me, babe." He said. "I can't wait to taste you."

I rocked my hips upwards, wanting his mouth to connect with me. He bent his head down, and his tongue circled the little bundle of nerves, making my eyes roll back into my head. His finger slid into me, and he began pumping steadily in and out of me. I moaned in pleasure, wanting my release.

"Come for me, Bella." He said. "I want to feel your walls tighten around my fingers and your juices spill out of you."

As if my body was on the same wave length of his words, I came hard, my orgasm shaking my entire being.

As I came down from my orgasm, you would think I was worn out, but I wasn't. I pulled Jake's face back to mine and kissed him, tasting my arousal on his lips, which made me horny all over again.

I undid his pants, and stroked his lengthy cock. He moved my hand away and positioned himself at my entrance. My legs spread in anticipation and he slid inside of my wet core. We both moaned at the connection, and he began to pump quickly in and out of me. I screamed his name and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back down to my level, nails digging into his flesh. Our orgasms came together and we both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. He pulled my close to him and kissed me once more before I fell asleep on his shoulder.

When I woke up, I smiled, remembering the night I had had.

Jake was still asleep, so I rolled out of bed and picked his shirt up off the floor. I went into the bathroom and looked around. It was gorgeous in here too. As I was washing my hands, I realized that no towels had been put out, so I went into a drawer and gasped. There was a silver pistol in it.

Was Jake the criminal I was supposed to take down? What were seriously the chances of that?

"Bella?" I heard him call.

"I'll be out in a minute!" I called, feigning being completely fine.

"I'll be in the kitchen." he said.

"Okay." I called back.

I stared at the pistol, unsure of what to do. I dried my hands on his shirt and picked it up. I kept my hand with the gun behind my back as I exited the bathroom.

I went out to the kitchen to see Jake standing there, holding my gun up, ready to shoot. I immediately pulled his gun out from behind my back and aimed at him.

"Who are you?" we demanded at the same time.

I stared at him, gun at the ready, waiting for him to make his next move.

"You a hooker?" he asked.

"No!" I said angrily.

"Drug dealer?" he asked. "Mafia? What? What is it?"

"None of those." I growled. "Who the fuck are you? Why do you have a gun?"

"I could ask you the same question, sweetheart." He said, smiling cockily.

"You went through my purse?" I snapped.

"The gun fell out." He said. "I guess it popped open when you threw it last night."

"And you didn't see my badge?" I asked with a quick laugh. "That would've explained why I was armed."

"You're a cop?" he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

"FBI." I said.

He put my gun down and laughed. I kept his gun up, poised to shoot.

"I'm a cop." He said, holding his hands up in surrender. "You don't have to shoot me."

I lowered the gun slightly. "Show me your badge."

He reached into his pocket, and I immediately raised the gun again.

He held up his badge that showed he actually was a cop.

I lowered the gun.

"You're lucky." I said.

"Why?" he asked, amusement tinting his tone.

"Because for anyone else, I would've shot you before you could reach into your pocket."