EPOV

It was true that I had dozens of things to teach her, many of which she probably didn't know existed. But I also wanted to find out just how experienced she was before I tried anything sexual.

When I had told her about the third kiss, her eyes widened and she stopped breathing. And she had moaned when my fingers simply happened to touch her core! If you think that's worth moaning about then you have much still to learn, I thought. She was exceptionally responsive – I'd bet she was the type of woman who orgasmed multiple times.

I couldn't wait to find out.

I still had her trapped in my arms; my prisoner.

"Can you guess what kiss I am going to give you now?" I asked, smirking. I watched as her eyes filled with possibilities and thoughts. Suddenly I wished I could see what her thoughts were. Her heart thudded erratically against my chest.

"Number one?" she guessed, unsure.

"Guess again." Then I leaned in towards her and pressed my mouth to hers gently. I started the kiss slow, to see if she wanted to deepen it.

I cupped her face with my hands gently and touched my lips softly with hers. Hers were gentle and shy, hesitant. I ran my left hand down her neck and to her back while I pressed my lips once again to hers, hoping to encourage her. She tentatively wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back with some force. Showing her that I loved her reaction, I groaned into the kiss and dipped my hands inside her back pockets. I pressed my hands tightly into her round little ass, melding our hips together. She moaned and threw herself into the kiss.

I opened her lips with my tongue before focusing on her sugar-sweet tongue. I felt her wet tongue caress mine as her hands clutched my hair almost painfully.

Then I broke away, knowing we both needed to breathe. She gasped quietly, trying to catch her breath. My own breathing was a little ragged.

"Second kiss," I answered, still holding our bodies together. I could feel myself already starting to harden. From what I could see – which wasn't very much due to her baggy t-shirt – and what I could feel, she had a nice body; slim and firm, but soft somehow. I watched her blush a light pink, suffusing her face with an endearing glow. I reluctantly let her go and my hands dropped to my sides. It was going to be interesting to see her progress from an introverted, shy girl, to a confident, strong woman. And I was just the man to teach her.

"Ready to go grocery shopping?" I asked.

"Yes." A bright smile lit up her face and she grabbed my hand, pulling me through the door. "Oh, I almost forgot. Here." She took off a silver chain that was around her neck and gave it to me. A silver key hung on it. "Here's an apartment key. I have another one in my purse."

"Thank you."

Bella drove an old Toyota corolla with the black paint fading so that it was gray in places. The inside was immaculately clean though, not a speck of dirt anywhere. I suppressed a smile – she was about as much of a neat freak as I was. "My car is ancient," she said apologetically.

"It's better than what I have."

"What do you drive?"

"Nothing. I usually take a taxi to wherever I need to go."

"Oh."

The rest of the ride was silent. I decided that I'd start questioning her when we got inside. She led me inside a large Ingles grocery store, and grabbed a cart. I smiled. I liked grocery shopping with her – it made me feel as if we were an actual couple instead of a hired prostitute and his master. I silently wondered what these people would think if they knew what I did for a living. A mother walked by with her son who wasn't any more than seven.

"Okay, we need milk," Bella said, turning towards the dairy aisle.

"Are you a virgin?"

She froze in place, shocked, and simply stared at me. "Excuse me?"

I grinned at her reaction. "I said, are you a virgin, Bella?"

She blushed bright red and focused on returning to normal. For a few seconds she didn't answer and I was starting to think that she was ignoring me. "Why?" was her answer.

"You said I could ask you questions," I reminded her sternly, taking the cart in my hands since she was currently incapable of moving. She had stopped again. I looped one arm around her waist and used the other to steer the cart. "You said I could ask you anything."

"I knew I was going to regret this," she muttered.

BPOV

"Are you going to answer or do I need to assume?" he pressed.

Was there no end to my blushing? "Yes, I'm a…virgin," I muttered, focusing on finding the right brand of milk.

He nodded once, as if cataloging that away in his memory for future reference. "Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

"Yes," I replied stiffly. I didn't want him to think that I was totally naïve. Of course I knew a few things – I'd taken the classes and had the talk – but I knew I was hopelessly ignorant. "Next, bread," I said quickly, hoping he'd forget his questions.

"Okay." He turned and I was forced to follow. I had to admit, the feeling of his arm around me was quite pleasant. It send tingles through me and the heat from his fingers moved through my shirt and into the skin on my waist. I focused on the list I had quickly made. I didn't realize that we were in the bread aisle until he said my name. "Bella, we're here."

"Oh, right."

"So, have you ever had an orgasm?"

I heard a gasp – louder than mine – and I turned to see the woman covering her son's ears with her hands, glaring at Edward. I blushed dark maroon but Edward simply grinned at the woman sheepishly and turned back to me. The woman picked her son up in her arms, and literally ran out of the aisle. If I hadn't been dying from embarrassment, I would have laughed. Did he honestly just ask that question?

When I didn't answer, just clutched the bread in my hands, he stepped out from behind the cart with a devious smirk on his face.

Oh my God, he was going to do something to me and I didn't know what it was.

My heart raced and my breathing accelerated almost to the point of hyperventilating. He walked towards me with all the grace of a stalking predator going in for the kill. My eyes were nearly as wide as the sky. "So, Bella," he began smoothly, his voice almost making my bones turn to mush just from the silky, sensual tone he used. "Have you ever felt a blinding ecstasy, a scorching pleasure that made you feel as if you were soaring?" He was now right in front of me, his chest only inches from my breasts. He put his hands on either side of my head, trapping me against the shelves. His eyes lingered momentarily on my lips. I thought I was going to pass out. "Have you ever screamed from the sheer sensation of a man making love to you?" He leaned slowly towards me, so slowly that I thought he was going to kiss me. But he put his lips to my ear and whispered seductively to me. "Have you ever experienced an orgasm?"

I moaned as his hand rubbed softly over my hip, going down my leg then back up to my waist. I leaned against the shelves, my knees suddenly too weak to support me. "N-no." My stuttering was almost pathetic. But honestly, I didn't know how I was supposed to resist him. He was simply too good. He knew what to do to make me want him.

He smirked, accepting the challenge. "Then I shall give you your first orgasm, Bella," he said lowly so that I was the only one that had even the hope of hearing. "And then three more right afterwards.

"Next question," he continued, moving away from me. I was still for a moment, trying to straighten out my raging hormones. My brain didn't seem to want to function correctly. Taking a few deep breaths, I pushed myself away from the shelf and looked down at the loaf of bread in my hand. It was crushed because of my vice-like grip on it when Edward was only inches away.

I blushed and set it back on the shelf, trading it for a loaf that didn't look like someone had clutched it tightly in her hand while being only inches away from a sex god.

"What's next on the list?" he asked conversationally, as if nothing had happened? I set my teeth, upset that he could simply move on while I was sitting here trying to turn my brain on.

"Toaster strudel; the wild berry kind," I decided, looking down at the white paper in my hand.

"Toaster strudel?" He raised one eyebrow skeptically.

"What?" I said defensively. "They're good for anything, not just breakfast."

"I'm going to love living with you." He grinned at me and winked. I blushed for no apparent reason. I was seriously going to have to learn how to control the blood in my cheeks. All this blushing was ridiculous! "What do you think about outside objects?"

I glanced cautiously at him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean how do you feel about things other than me giving you pleasure?"

I stopped breathing but tried to act normal, as if people went around asking me these kinds of questions all the time. I was proud of myself for managing not to turn completely purple from embarrassment. I only blushed light pink. "I'm open to new ideas," I said, not lying. I couldn't believe that he would do anything that would hurt me – Edward was too kind – so what was the harm in trusting him.

He seemed pleased by my answer.

"Why?" I asked him.

"I had a few things planned…" he said evasively, side-stepping my question.

I couldn't help but be curious. "And what would some of those plans be?"

He grinned. "You'll find out soon."

"Now I have a few questions for you," I said as I put the carton of eggs carefully into the cart.

"Go ahead."

"What's your last name?"

He laughed. "Cullen."

"And how old are you?"

"Twenty-three."

I couldn't ask the question I most wanted to know. I wondered when he had first begun this job as stripper/prostitute. It seemed like such a sad life to me. But what did I know? I was just a girl that had been sheltered nearly her entire life and attended catholic school for twelve years before going to college. That wasn't going to wear off anytime soon.

When we got to the checkout counter, the girl at the cash register winked playfully at Edward and tossed her hair over her shoulder like someone in a movie. I narrowed my eyes but she didn't notice me – she only had eyes for Edward. Thankfully, Edward stayed looking at me and talking, not noticing the strawberry blonde that wouldn't stop looking at his chest covered by the tight, black t-shirt or his angel's face. I couldn't say I blamed her. If I saw Edward out somewhere I would probably be staring and drooling for however long he was around.

"I'll pay for this," he said when the girl announced the price for the groceries.

"I can't let you do that," I objected.

"Bella, I'm twenty-two thousand dollars richer now. At least let me pay for a couple of groceries. Or I'll make what's waiting for you at home that much worse."

"What's waiting at home?"

"A surprise."

When he said that word, his hand reached out – where the cashier girl couldn't see – and played with the button on the front of my jeans. He slowly brought his fingers down the front of my jeans until he was directly below my core. He cupped me with his whole hand, grinning at me. I bit back a moan, embarrassed that the girl was only feet from us. Then he began to rub his hand across me and I held onto the counter for support. My jeans dulled the sensation so that it wasn't as intense as it would have been unhindered but I still felt as if I was turning to jell-o.

The cashier said the price yet again, getting irritated that I was clinging to the counter and that Edward seemed to be just smiling pleasantly at me.

"Here," he said, handing the money to her. "Thank you."

She fluttered her eyes flirtatiously but he didn't notice. I was too busy trying to reign in my scattered thoughts to bother being angry at her.

"Time to get you home to your surprise, Bella," he purred in my ear as he pushed the cart full of bagged groceries out the electric sliding doors, pulling me along with him by my waist. I just managed to walk out of Ingles without embarrassing myself by tripping or falling on my face which was a miracle because of my current state. "And I have a very strong feeling that you will like what I have planned for you."

"What is it?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

"If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise, would it? Now go sit in the car."

And with that, he opened my trunk and began putting the groceries inside it. I went to the passenger's side seat and climbed in, my mind too busy to think about whether I wanted to drive or not. I thought about his hand on my core, the heat traveling through my jeans and to my most intimate of places. I remembered how he had pressed me against the shelves when I didn't answer whether I had ever had an orgasm or not.

Then a thought hit me like a freight train.

Could he…Was it possible that he might…

God, I couldn't even think it without my thoughts stuttering! But maybe the surprise he had planned was…

The third kiss?

So I hope everyone liked this chapter! And OMG, I'm SO sorry about that cliffhanger! Jeeze, you guys should cuss me out for it b/c I seem to write a lot of cliffies, don't I? xP haha, just kidding, of course! I hope everyone liked it and I just want everyone to know that the last sentence of this chapter ("the third kiss?") is Bella's thoughts and that's what she assumed Edward had in mind. It might not actually be what he was planning. But then again, it could be….I really should stop teasing you guys cuz someone's eventually going to shoot me for being such a meanie! ;)

And as I mentioned before in the Author's Note at the beginning of the chapter, my boyfriend Jason helped me with this chapter. He came up with the line about the three kinds of kisses (which I freakin LOVE). So thank him for that! He was my writing buddie for this chapter

So, what do you think hot-little-Eddie is planning? I'd be interested to know what you guys think. ;) So review and tell me!

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