Signs

Chapter 1

"Mark, how many times do I have to tell you it's not my fault Vince books too many signings for you?!" Ryan Timbers rubbed her temples with her French manicured nails, already feeling a headache coming on. "If you have a problem with it, talk to your damn boss."

A low, deep growl resonated around the room as Mark stood right behind her, towering over her, his massive tattooed arms crossed in front of his chest. "No, ya need to talk to Vince 'cause yer supposed to be my personal assistant, remember?" He shot back, his mouth right by her ear, and Ryan couldn't help shivering involuntarily.

She would never admit this, but this man intimidated Ryan and at times made her very uncomfortable. She spun around to face him with narrowed sky blue eyes, long chestnut locks flowing down her back and over her shoulders in loose waves that went to the middle of it. Ryan was petite and stood at five eight, weighing a little over a hundred pounds, and looked like an ant compared to her current job.

Mark Calaway worked for the World Wrestling Entertainment –most referred to it as the WWE-, which was professional wrestling. Ryan had been a fan of it when she was little, though when puberty hit, she suddenly had other distractions in life. Mark's wrestling persona was known as The Undertaker; it sounded morbid to her, but Ryan was here to do a job to the best of her ability. She was just as tough as Mark, if not more, because she had a lot to deal with when it came to him.

He was an overbearing bear, especially when he didn't get his way, and generally tried stepping on everyone in his path…including Ryan. She didn't allow that to happen, even though she knew full well that Mark could knock her out with one slap to the face. Surprisingly enough, he hadn't stepped over that boundary line and Ryan was very grateful for it because she would hate to have to take Vince McMahon –he was both of their boss and the owner of the WWE- to court for employee abuse.

Standing at six foot ten and a half inches, Mark Calaway had the most incredible emerald green eyes that turned acid whenever he got angry. They were the prime reason why he could pull off his wrestling persona, not to mention he had that morbid aura about him. He had long beautiful, dark red hair that looked black whenever it was drenched and tattoos that covered his muscular arms from wrist to shoulder.

Mark was over twice her age, nearing the fifty year mark and Ryan was only twenty-two years old. He aged like fine wine, looking better the older he got because Mark definitely didn't look his age. He actually looked better now than he did when he was in his twenties, though that was something Ryan kept to herself. She'd done research on him after finding out she acquired the job, wanting to know some background information on her job.

"No, my job is to do your schedules as efficiently as possible and it's YOUR job to do as your schedule says. I'm not going to confront Vince because, quite frankly, he's our boss and whatever he says goes." Ryan stated evenly, sighing when he took a strand of her honey chestnut hair, twirling it around his finger slowly and immediately smacked his hand away. "I'm not changing my mind, Calaway."

"Darlin', two signings in one day is too much for me." Mark said huskily, watching his beautiful personal assistant walk away from him. "Can't ya try gettin' me out of it?"

"No, deal with it. I'm going to bed; we have an early flight in the morning." She walked through the connecting door of their suites, always having her own room, closing the door behind her.

Ryan had to learn how to breathe again as she pressed her back against the door, closing her eyes. The man made her head spin and heart pound, knowing it was very wrong considering their age difference. She couldn't deny her attraction to him or the fact they slept together repeatedly ever since she first became his personal assistant. Sleeping with her job was wrong and Ryan could deny Mark when it came to business, but pleasure she simply couldn't.

Deciding a shower was in order, Ryan peeled out of her pinstriped skirt suit she wore to the arena earlier that night for the Smackdown! taping. Smackdown! was one of the WWE shows that aired on a weekly basis, Friday nights, while Raw took over Mondays, ECW on Tuesdays and Superstars on Thursdays. Once or twice a month, the WWE had pay-per-views that brought all three brands together, which was a crazy time though Ryan loved pandemonium.

A half an hour later, Ryan stepped out of the shower, wrapping a big white towel around her body, tucking it between her breasts. She brushed her teeth and hair, did her nightly lotion ritual, and walked out of the bathroom with a gentle sigh. Her headache had diminished and Ryan was ready to call it a night. She slipped on a black nightgown with matching garments, head snapping to the side when a knock sounded on the connecting door.

"Come in Mark." She called over her shoulder, turning to head away from the door when it opened, walking over to sit on the bed. "Look I really don't want to argue with you anymore tonight."

"I'm not here to argue." He assured, closing the door quietly behind him, instantly taking in what Ryan wore. Black was such a beautiful color on her and it didn't help the material clung to every curve of her body, showing off part of those creamy thighs. "Ryan…"

Her name rolled of his tongue in a smooth caress, causing Ryan to slowly look up at him, which was a big mistake. His chest was bare, hair wet, fresh out of a shower, cascading over his very broad muscular shoulders. He had on skintight black jeans that looked as if they were painted on, feet bare. He looked absolutely delicious and dripped pure wicked sexuality.

Ryan suddenly lost her breath, those emerald orbs drawing her in.

He crossed the room in two long strides, standing right in front of her, and watched those beautiful sky blue eyes trail up his body until they locked on his again. "Come here…" He murmured, taking her hand in his, pulling her up to stand in front of him.

"Mark…" She breathed, feeling the pad of his thumb run across her soft lips, and snaked her pink tongue out to gently run across it.

That emanated a deep groan from Mark as he wrapped a huge arm around her waist, pressing their bodies together, and grabbed her chin very gently between two fingers as their lips met. Ryan did a full body shiver, feeling her knees instantly weaken, and slid her hands up his chest until her arms wrapped around his neck, moaning deeply. No matter what kind of argument they had, Mark could always light Ryan's body completely on fire, feeling her feet leave the carpeted floor as Mark lifted her up to be eye level with him, kissing her passionately.

Ryan felt her back connect with the wall, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, running her nails up his back as the muscles rippled beneath her touch. "You know this is wrong." She moaned out, his lips traveling down her jaw line to her neck, clinging to him when they sealed to her the spot just below her ear.

"Who cares?" Mark growled huskily in her ear, running those large hands up her legs to her thighs, caressing them gently because he didn't want to hurt her. "Do you want me, darlin'?"

"Yes." Ryan couldn't deny it, he was simply too irresistible as she felt him pull her away from the wall, her back meeting the bed next.

She removed her nightgown while Mark removed her panties and reached behind to unclip her bra, Ryan reaching over to unsnap his jeans with a flick of her wrist. The sound of his zipper sliding down made her pussy tingle with anticipation, licking her suddenly dry lips. Mark smirked and Ryan's heart rate sped up, watching him push those jeans down to free his painfully throbbing erection. No matter how many times Ryan saw it, she still couldn't believe how truly big he was, swallowing nervously as always, thighs trembling with eagerness.

Grabbing her outer thighs, Mark pulled her legs around his waist, hovering over her as his lips descended on hers, loving the feel of her writhing beneath him. His lips went to her jaw line again to her neck, this time traveling lower until he reached her beautifully shaped breasts, taking the right nipple in his mouth. Ryan moaned from deep within, her fingers instantly burying in his silky soft dark red hair, arching her body against his mouth and touch.

He absolutely lit her on fire as it spread throughout her body, nipples instantly hardening, only for his long tongue to smooth them back down again. He moved to her left nipple, growling against her soft skin, running his tongue down the valley of her breasts to her stomach. He nipped and licked every inch of her body, driving her near the brink of insanity, before moving lower to what he really craved.

Spreading her thighs apart, Mark sucked and nipped her inner thighs, watching her squirm, her moans pure music to his ears. "Oh Mark…" She gripped the bedding so she didn't rip his hair out of his skull, begging for him to end her torment.

Mark wasn't giving in that easily though, wanting to make this last as long as possible, her tiny hands ignoring every spark within his huge body. He loved the feeling of them against his heated skin and how silky soft her legs were against his fingers. He was the most sensual lover Ryan ever had and honestly didn't regret a single moment she spent with Mark. Ryan draped her legs over his muscular shoulders, arching her body as he suddenly took her to heights only he was capable of.

Mark ran his tongue up the length of her hot wet sex, causing louder moans to erupt from her sweet lips, while he completely devoured her completely. He slid his tongue in and out of her slowly at first, picking up the pace, and Ryan lost herself helplessly against him. In no time she came, the sweet juices flowing from her body into his hungry mouth. Ryan collapsed back on the bed, breathing heavily, her body coated in a fine sheen of sweat while Mark pressed soft kisses up her body until their lips met, tasting herself on his tongue.

No words needed to be spoken as Ryan stared into those dark forest green eyes that smoldered down at her, her hands running up and down his chest. Mark knew what she wanted and gripped her hips, sliding inside of her hot wet sex moments later. Ryan instantly melted against him, locking her ankles around his waist, only for him to pull out moments later. Blinking, Ryan was whipped around as she bent over spread eagle on the bed, gripping the sheets as Mark's tongue ran down directly the middle of her spine.

"You've been a naughty girl, Ryan." He whispered huskily in her ear, smirking when she trembled against him, and brought his hand down on her juicy ass as the sound resonated around the room.

"You know I hate it when you do that." Ryan muttered, gasping when his hand reached in front of her to cup her wet sex, his middle finger sliding up and down her clit.

"But ya love it when I touch ya." He contradicted in a deep growl, smirking when she trembled against him, pushing her face down on the bed as he slapped her rear again. "Tell me ya want me to fuck ya."

Ryan bit her bottom lip, her legs spreading apart wider, his finger sliding inside of her in and out teasingly. "Mark, please…" She whimpered, closing her eyes as the unbridled ecstasy began consuming her mind, body and soul.

"Please what?"

"Fuck me, Mark…oh fuck me…" She begged with absolutely no shame, needing him inside of her desperately.

"That's my girl." Mark smirked, flicking her earlobe with his tongue, and never stopped his administrations with her clit as he slid deep inside of her.

Ryan cried out against him, nodding her head repeatedly as he began pounding inside of her at a hard, fast rate. She always fell completely apart in his arms and couldn't stop herself from doing so on this night as he planted the palm of his hand against her hip, the sounds of flesh smacking flesh echoing around the room. Her cries suddenly turned to shrieks as his cock thrust in and out of her, nails digging into the bedding, gasping when his hand buried in her hair to yank her up, back pressed against his chest.

The pain mixed with pleasure turned Ryan on even further until his hand wrapped around her throat, closing her eyes as he thrust even harder, faster and deeper to the point where tears stung her eyes. Mark was too far gone in the passion and ecstasy to realize what he was doing, though Ryan wasn't going to stop him. He growled in her ear, trembling against her, and Ryan couldn't help doing the same thing as they both climaxed together.

Mark released Ryan as she collapsed on the bed, gasping for air as she held her throat, though she pretended to act like it was from releasing so hard. She watched Mark try to regain his breathing, pulling the comforter up over her body, trembling slightly because he'd never grabbed her throat while having sex. It scared her because she knew he could snap her like a twig at any given moment.

"We can't do this anymore." She stated once her breathing came back to normal, watching him pull his jeans back on.

"And why's that?" Mark demanded gruffly, having felt something was wrong this time around with Ryan, raising a slow eyebrow at her. "What's going on, Ryan?"

"Look as much as I love it when we do this, we can't anymore. You're my job…" Ryan sighed when he plopped on the bed beside her, pressing a finger to her lips, and suddenly noticed the bruises already forming on her throat.

"Fuck." He cursed, immediately pulling away from her and walking into his room, knowing what he did. Mark returned seconds later with a jar of salve, sitting back on the bed, and ordered Ryan to lay down so he could examine them closer. "Jesus, why didn't ya tell me I was grabbin' ya like this Ryan?"

"I don't know…" Ryan blinked, biting her bottom lip, and felt him apply the salve with a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry…"

"No, I'm sorry. Fuck, I didn't mean to do that." Mark felt terrible, he never wanted to hurt Ryan, not in a million years, staring down at her with worried green eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Mark, relax." She sat up and touched his hand, sighing when he pulled away from her. "You know I have to try putting up a fight with you."

Mark nodded, not understanding what it was about this chestnut haired beauty who was more than twice his age…that lit a fire beneath him, honestly having given up after the first year of her being his assistant. "Don't think I don't try puttin' up a fight with you either, darlin'." He stated, causing her to nod, and leaned forward as his lips softly caressed hers.

Just one kiss is all it took and they were on their way to round two.