Hi, guys. I have published this before but I made some corrections. I tried to make it seem like they knew each other before this contract meeting so there's no confusion.

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"Vince will issue you your contract. We're beyond excited to have you join WWE, Ronda." Paul explained with a smile as he watched her take a sip of her drink.

She shot a smile back at him. They were at an expensive LA restaurant late at night just having dinner and discussing her future with WWE. However, as she sat here with him, she couldn't help but admire Paul. She knew it was wrong because he was married to Stephanie McMahon, but he was just so handsome. Since it was late, the street light shined brightly through the blinds and illuminated him in an orange hue. When he looked at her with optimistic eyes, she just stared into them. He had the prettiest eyes she'd ever seen.

They've met up together before for business and she even admired him then. But there was something about this atmosphere that made that much more attractive.

"Great. You have no idea how excited I am." She said as she put her hand on her chest.

He chuckled before he took the knife and fork and cut into his steak. He put the piece of meat in his mouth and felt someone staring at him. He lifted his head and looked around the restaurant that was almost empty. No one was even looking his way. Then he looked at Ronda and that's when he caught her eyes. His chewing slowed as she looked down at her plate of food that she had barely touched. He was taken aback when he noticed that she was blushing.

He swallowed his food before he picked up a napkin and dabbed at his mouth. "Ronda? Is there something on your mind about the deal?" He said innocently. He was completely oblivious to the fact that she was checking him out. He thought that she just had something to say but was too afraid to say it to him because he's the COO of WWE.

She swallowed hard and looked back up at him. She put on a smile and shook her head. "No, nothing is on my mind. I…I just thought that you were going to say something to me since you were looking around…you know…the restaurant." She laughed awkwardly.

So much for not acting nervous. She thought to herself as she mentally rolled her eyes at herself.

"Oh, I see." He replied. "You've barely eaten. The champ needs to keep her strength up."

She cocked her head. "Champ?"

He put his knife and fork down with a loud clank against the plate. "We plan on making you the women's champ someday. It would be good for business."

God, if she didn't admire him before she definitely is now. This man is going to change her life forever. She was in such a dark place after her two losses in the UFC. She didn't think that anybody would ever give a shit about her ever again. But, here was Paul, admiring her back but in a more innocent way.

Without even thinking, she reached across the table and rested her hand carefully on top of his. "Thank you so much, Paul. Thank you for believing in me when nobody else did." Her voice was sincere as she didn't skip a beat.

The warmth of her hand seemed to radiate throughout his body. Her touch was so soft for being "The Baddest Woman on the Planet". What was he feeling right now?

"Can I get you guys anything else?"

The exhausted voice of the waitress caused Paul to snap out of his thoughts as he, at the speed of light, removed his hand from underneath Rousey's. He didn't want anybody taking a picture of her touching him and it gets put on Twitter so rumors can spread like wildfire. Most importantly, he didn't want Stephanie questioning them. He didn't want to worry the love of his life like that.

He cleared his throat before answering her. "No, I think we're fine." He sat back in his seat to take a few breaths.

"Okay, I'll get the check." The waitress said with a tired smile before she walked away.

Paul looked across the way at Ronda who had an amused smile on her face. "Sorry about that. She scared me." He lied. Well, not really since she made him realize that he was doing something very risky. "It is our pleasure to have you. You love the business and, in all honesty, you're money." He explained in the voice he had before things got awkward.


They finished dinner and Paul paid the bill. They were now walking out of the restaurant with a few security guys around them as they walked to the black escalade. When they got to the SUV, one security guy opened the back door for them. Paul motioned for her to climb in first and as she did, he eyed a guy in the alley that had a camera with him. It looked like TMZ by the logo on his shirt.

"Shit." He whispered quietly to himself as he felt sweat form on his brow even though it was cold out.

"Sir? Are you alright?"

He snapped his head to the side to look at the security guy. He nodded his head weakly. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." He then climbed into the escalade, relieved when they finally shut the door and he was hidden away from the public. He let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding as he buckled his seatbelt.

Ronda was looking at him the entire time. He seemed to be sweating and he was shaking lightly. "Are you okay?" She asked caringly.

He gave her a nervous smile. "Yeah." Then he stared out the window as the escalade backed out of the parking spot. Why was he so damn nervous? He has never been this nervous being in public with someone. He also always had cameras on him when he was out. The thing is, he didn't just have anybody with him. He had THE Ronda Rousey with him. He didn't want to admit it but he suddenly has felt something for her since she touched him. Maybe he was just afraid that the camera would catch that and it would get out. Besides, WWE and his wife have no idea that they are at dinner together late at night.

"Hello? Earth to Paul?"

The third damn time he was caught spacing out. He turned his head at her. "What were you saying?" He asked confused.

She laughed. He sure was cute when he looked confused.

Stop Ronda. She told herself.

"I asked what floor you are staying on at the hotel. Just so we can figure out who's floor to go to first." She said nervously. It almost sounded like she was offering him sexual favors but that wasn't the case at all. She tried to be careful with her words.

"Oh, I'm on floor seventeen." He replied.

"Really? So am I." She said. She thought that he would be on the top floor where the suites were.

He brought his head back as she chuckled. "We're on the same floor. What are the odds of that, huh?"


After enduring the LA traffic, they finally made it to the Marriot across from Staples Center where they were having Smackdown at tomorrow night. Paul and Ronda both stepped out of the SUV after the driver parked it in the back of the hotel where they wouldn't be bothered by fans. Paul tipped his private driver before they both walked into the warmth of the hotel.

They both discussed WWE, UFC, and family as they rode the elevator up to floor seventeen. They would share awkward glances but nothing ever came of it. Once the elevator finally made it to the floor, they stepped out and started down the quiet hall.

"What room are you in?" Ronda asked as she dug her hotel key out of her pocket.

"241." He said as he went to dig for his key but thought better of it.

When he made it to his room, Ronda spoke up first. "Thank you for tonight, Paul. Dinner was great and I'm glad we agreed on everything. Goodnight." She said with a pleasant smile before she turned to walk to her own room. However, she stopped when his hand gently grabbed her arm. She turned back to him with a look of confusion but her breath immediately caught in her throat at the look he was giving her. She didn't breathe as she watched him walk close to her. The warmth from his much larger body was pressed against her front as he slowly lowered his head and caught her lips in a kiss.

Her mind was everywhere all at once. The feel of his thick, yet soft beard scratching gently against her face was so inviting as was his sweet kiss. She heard him sigh into the kiss and she couldn't believe that this was happening. This was wrong. This was all wrong. But, why wasn't she stopping him?

It was wrong but it felt so right.

He broke the kiss and slowly backed his face away from hers. They looked deep into each other's eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" He breathed. He prayed to God that she didn't say no.

"No…" She answered quickly in a whisper before she cupped his face and brought his lips to hers. The kiss was deeper this time and she moaned into his mouth as Paul opened his mouth, inviting her in for more.

That's when he dug for his key and when he finally retrieved it, he slid it into the slot next to the door. When it beeped, signaling him that they could go in, he lifted her up. He felt her wrap her legs around his waist as their tongues fought for dominance. He nudged the door open with his foot before stepping inside. Once they were, he kicked it closed and went straight for the bed as he carried her with no problem.

He gently lied her down against the soft and plush linens of the bed as he lied on top of her, careful not to lie all his bodyweight against her. She never did remove her hands from his cheeks as they kissed passionately but now they were running along his shaven head in a loving manner. He groaned when he felt her nails scratch the skin behind his ears.

His groan caused her to open her eyes and look up at him. His eyes were closed and his face was calm. He was completely comfortable with this. She detached her mouth from his and a wet smack sounded in the large hotel room. Her hands massaged his head as she looked deep into his brown eyes. "Paul, you're married, happily too. We shouldn't do this." She spoke sincerely. God, she loved his eyes. They were so warm and loving.

His half-lidded eyes looked away from hers. They were now focused on the pattern of the bed comforter as he thought about what she said. He loved Stephanie with all his heart but there was something pulling him into Ronda. When she touched his hand at the restaurant, he felt an electric jolt go up his arm. His heart wouldn't let her go.

His eyes finally met hers again. He lifted his hand up to her face and rested his large hand against her soft face. "Forget Stephanie, alright? I just really want to be with you tonight." He said in a soft voice.

She found herself starting to lean into his touch as he spoke. Damn it, this was hard.

He waited only a few seconds before he leaned down and started to lay kisses against her neck.

She sighed contently as she felt his lips press wet kisses against her throat. When he carefully nipped at her skin, her body began to relax again.

He had her.

He now had his dress shirt off and she massaged his back as he lied kisses against her collar bone. Her dress was half way off, revealing just the top of her body. She moaned quietly as he continued kissing his way down her chest. When he latched onto one of her nipples, she gasped and grasped the back of his head.

Paul lifted himself from her and began to undo his belt. He tore it from the loops and threw it across the room. As his hands landed on the button of his suit pants, he gazed down at her. She was staring at him in desperation and sweat was starting to form on her forehead. He also noticed shine of his saliva on her nipples when he sucked and licked at them.

He slid the pants down his legs and threw them in the same direction as his belt. They never broke eye contact as he lied back on top of her to kiss her deep.

However, Ronda was quick to end the kiss. She breathed heavily against his lips. "I want you." She whimpered, her body getting warmer by the second.

His hands grasped at the top of her dress and he slowly drug it down her perfect body. His eyes took in all of her beauty and he felt his heart beat faster. Once the dress was off, he placed his hands at the waistband of her underwear. He felt her shudder underneath his touch so he quickly looked up at her. She looked nervous and he could understand. "It'll be okay. Trust me." He said, his voice low but genuine.

She knew she could trust him. She just couldn't get Stephanie out of her mind. What was going to happen once they go all the way?

Then she studied his face and those thoughts withered away. She could tell that he was worried too about what was going to happen and what repercussions they were going to face. They had feelings for each other that were now stronger than the fear that they felt in each other's hearts. "Just give it to me till you can't anymore."

A smile pulled at his lips and he unhurriedly removed her underwear. Now that she was completely naked, he wanted to make sure that she was wet enough for him because he didn't want to hurt her. He knew that she was still nervous.

He parted her legs and scooted down more. He hovered over her as his hands ran up and down her legs in a soothing manner, trying to relax her. His tongue was the first thing to touch her and it made her moan silently. He could taste that she wet enough but he wanted to please her in every way possible.

As she felt his hot tongue lap her, she moaned quietly with her eyes closed, just enjoying the feeling. She was also too embarrassed to look down at him because he was between her legs and felt it would be awkward.

She suddenly arched her back when he sucked gently on her clit. Then he traced patterns against it with his tongue and she gripped the bed spread so tightly, her knuckles turned white.

Her loud gasp caused him to look up at her through his eyes lashes. Her body was heaving and her nipples were taut. He looked between her breasts so he could focus on her face that illustrated nothing but pure bliss. Although she seemed to be enjoying it, she hadn't experienced anything with him yet. With one last lick, he sat up and then lied on top of her.

She felt the bed shift around her, his hot mouth leave her, and then his body hover over hers. She opened her eyes and caught his which were dark with lust. She could feel him positioning himself between her legs and she bit her lip. She rested her hands on his strong shoulders as she rubbed her thighs against his hips.

"Do you trust me?" Paul whispered as their faced were close together. All he could hear was his own heartbeat and her rapid breaths. He wanted to make absolute sure that she felt alright.

"Yes, just get on with it, Paul." She breathed.

He growled possessively before he started to push into her. When he was buried to the hilt, he exhaled slowly at the amazing feeling.

"Oh my God." She let out louder than she had intended. He filled her to capacity; he was so big and it caught her off guard.

He laughed, then started thrusting at an easy pace.


"Oh, Paul…" She moaned quietly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The feeling was indescribable to her.

He took that opportunity to bury his face in the crook of her neck so silence his grunts and groans.

She was trying so hard to keep from screaming out his name and just moaning loudly. All she could do was breathe heavily and keep her face buried into his neck as well to silence herself. They were both pressed together tightly and slicked with sweat as his hips moved like pistons. She scrunched her face up in ecstasy when he began to move in a sort of circular motion.

Her hot breath was beating against his shoulder as he gave her everything he had to offer. Her neck was starting to get too humid to try to breathe so he lifted his face from it. A moan escaped his throat when he felt her teeth graze the side of his neck. His thighs started to get tired when he slowed his pace.

He turned to his side with her still attached to him.

Without even thinking, she removed herself from him and lied on her side as well. She pressed her back against his front and lifted her right leg up so he could enter her from behind. When he did, she whimpered out his name. His arms wrapped around her and it was so comforting to her.

As he held her, he pounded into her relentlessly, making their skin slap together. Wanting to please her even more, he took his hand and slipped it between her legs and rubbed her clit in time with his thrusts. Seeing her in such ecstasy was so beautiful to him. She was already beautiful before then but to have her in such a state made his heart swell.

"Fuuuuck." Paul groaned as she grasped Ronda's thighs. She was riding him as if he was a mechanical bull. He thighs continuously slapped against his as the bed bounced. Her breasts bounced up and down and Paul couldn't help himself when he reached up and grasped them. He pinched her erect nipples causing her to gasp and cover his hands with hers.

Their caring gestures along with their animalistic sex made for a heated and intense atmosphere in the room. It was humid, growing warmer as time passed on.

She screeched out of nowhere and her body went rigid when her walls tightened around his cock.

Within the blink of an eye, Paul sat up and smashed his mouth against hers to silence her. "Shh…" He calmly shushed into her ear. They had to be quiet because he didn't want their coworkers on the same floor to hear them. That's why they had been moaning quietly all night, or at least trying to.

They gave each other kisses from the heat of the moment. They were both sitting up as Paul was still inside of her. He could feel that she was still having spasms from her orgasm.

All that could be heard in the room was their lips smacking against each other and occasional moans as they caressed each other's bodies. Ronda massaged his broad back as Paul massaged hers too. However, things got heated again when he started to thrust up into her.

"Does it feel good?" Paul asked with a lust filled voice as he looked into her half-lidded eyes.

"Yes…" She sighed as her head rolled back.

Their bodies moved in tandem furiously before Paul pulled out of her and stroked himself until he came. "Ahhh…." He sighed as his cock twitched in his hand. His cum shot onto her stomach and he kissed her none to gently.


Things had quieted down and the room was cooling off after hours of sex. They had stayed in the same position for a little while now just relaxing their bodies. Paul had pressed his forehead against hers as he smiled softly at her. "Are you okay?"

She took in the beautiful color of his eyes as the smile on her face didn't even falter. "Yep, how about you?" She said as she ran hand over his cheek. His beard prickled her hand and she could feel the wrinkled skin form each time he smiled.

He tightened his hold around her. "I feel amazing. You're an incredible girl, Ronda." He kissed her forehead.

She sighed contently at the feel of his lips on her drying skin. "I think I care more for you now." He whispered nervously.

He nodded. "I can feel it."

"Me too." She blushed before her smile faltered.

Paul noticed her smile quickly fade. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked as lifted her chin.

"You just cheated on Stephanie and I feel like shit about that, honestly." She said with a look of guilt.

Paul felt a pang of guilt in his chest. Stephanie was going to be crushed if she ever found out. He let his feelings and sexual desire get the best of him.

He only nodded in understanding. He got off the bed himself but didn't look for his clothes. He was just going to jump in the shower and think about what he done and how his life was going to turn out.

Once she was dressed, she walked up to him. "Please don't tell Steph." Her voice broke in fear. She felt her eyes start to burn with tears.

He gathered her in his massive arms. He still felt something with her, perhaps because they just had passionate sex. "I won't. Don't worry. This is just…between us." He stuttered. He couldn't bare the fact that he was going to have to hide all of this from her but that's what was going to have to happen.

She sniffed and let go of him. "I have to go. I'll see you later." She made her way to the door.

He smiled weakly. "Yeah, I'll see you later."

She walked out of the room but her head whipped side to side to see if anyone was in the hall and thankfully, no one was. It was still early anyway. She shuffled across the way to her room. She swiped the card and went inside. She shut the door behind her and rested against it. She just had sex with Paul Levesque, Stephanie's husband. She can just imagine Stephanie's reaction.

She was in some deep shit.

"Oh god." She exhaled slowly before she sat down on the bed with a wince. She was sore now from Paul and that just added onto the painful reality that they were fucked.


The next night…

Paul was lying against some propped up pillows on his and Steph's bed. He was just watching some television as she tucked the girls into bed. He was honestly so glad to be home now with Steph and the girls. He had just kissed and hugged the girls goodnight. They were so happy to finally see him after a week of not being here. However, he couldn't get Ronda off his mind. He had called her this afternoon and they had a nice conversation. He was careful to not have Stephanie around; him and Ronda were walking on eggshells.

He heard the bedroom door open and his eyes met Stephanie's from across the master bedroom. He immediately noticed that she didn't look right. She was ghostly pale, her shoulders were tense and her arms were loosely folded across her middle as if her stomach was ill. Also, the look on her face made Paul sit up in the bed. He quirked his eyebrows at her. "Steph, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

Hours seemed to pass before she spoke. Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Did you have sex with her?"


I hope you all enjoyed! Should I write a second part because of how I ended it? Did you love or hate it? Let me know in a review please!

Thanks for reading.