His Personal Assistant

Chapter 38

BPOV.

"I can't believe we're having this argument again," Edward rolled his eyes at me, shuffling his newspaper ostentatiously as I slumped into the stool next to him, leaning against

his hip and the kitchen counter.

"Well if you would simply listen to me, we wouldn't need to go through this every morning." I responded in a voice throaty with sleep, chugging down his giant glass of O.J and

shooting him a confrontational look.

It was hard – it would have been more natural to ogle him. Especially looking as he was now, his shirt perfectly starch white, his grey suit not yet creased due to the fact it was

seven in the morning.

Right – seven in the fucking morning. I opened my mouth to give him a piece of my mind, but sensing this, Edward abruptly kept up with our current argument.

"I just don't see why we would possibly need to order two of the same newspaper." He stated loftily, dropping said newspaper to curl his arm around my waist, hand

conveniently ending up on my boob.

"Because you take forever to read it, and then I have to wait for you. Just order two freaking papers." I growled at him, trying to ignore the way his hand was curling and

releasing, rubbing and nipping at my breast.

"That's ineffective spending, my love." Edward declared, in his best snooty boss voice. Like the bastard wasn't a billionaire. "If you simply sleep-in like you're supposed to, the

newspaper would be here waiting for you when you get up."

I gave him an indignant look, which I think was spoiled by the fact that I was leaning into his hand. At my lean, his hand slid up and then ducked under the rim of my t-shirt,

touching my bare breasts, my areola and nipples responding immediately to his bare touch.

"Someone," I hissed, "decided to spend the ten minutes before his alarm went off with his hands on my stomach and his mouth on my boobs. I'm now horny and wide bloody

awake."

"Well they're just so big now." Edward leered, trying to grab as much of me as he could in his and twisting in his seat so he could rub his nose on my neck. "Now let me get you

back in bed before I have to get to work."

"You mean back "to" bed, right?" I asked glibly, letting him shift me into his lap gently.

"Right sure, one of those." He agreed laughingly, kissing the tip of my nose as he lifted me into his arms and got to his feet. I knew he would prefer for me to think of him as

Cro-Magnon man, but I couldn't help but laugh at the way he staggered under our combined weight.

"I'm heavier then your average backpack." I teased, as he carried me bridal-style towards the bedroom. And as I ignored the fact that he spent the journey kneading my ass.

"Ha!" He laughed, shifting so he could pull back the covers of our bed. "At the moment, I have to agree, Angel."

Edward arranged me so I was lying back on my side of the bed and pulled the covers up to my hips. He then lifted my top and kissed my belly button and both my nipples.

"Gah. I don't know how much longer I can take this." I groaned in pure frustration at the need his lips ignited it me.

"Patience, dear. Doctor says you can't have sex for a few more months." Actually – the doctor had said I couldn't have penetrative sex for a few more months, but I got his point.