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"I like being in the same room with you and your girlfriend
The fact that she don't know
That really turns on
She'll never guess in a million years
That we've got this thing going on"
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"Stephanie what do you think?"
The blue-eyed vixen turned to her father in confusion. What the hell was he talking about? She had been distracted by Paul and his teasing from across the gigantic table. Her father had ordered another one of his entirety roster meetings. So everyone on the roster was in the meeting, from wrestlers to ring announcers to referees. It made no sense to her, but nothing her father did ever made much sense to her. When the meeting was called, she had been distracted in a janitor's closet with a certain hazel-eyed blonde hunk. If it were not for her stupid ass walkie-talkie, Paul would probably be fucking her up against the wall of a janitor's closet at that moment. Ever since they had arrived to the meeting, he had been staring at her and repeatedly licking his lips in her direction. There was no way she could focus and concentrate on her father's rant when Paul was teasing her from across the room unbeknownst to everyone else… including his little girlfriend. Before she could get lost in her thoughts again, Stephanie's thoughts were shattered once again by her name being called. She came back to reality and tried to think of something meaningful to say to her father to satisfy his query.
"I agree daddy."
"That's great, but can you be a bit more in depth about your opinion on my idea for you and Paul's storyline?"
"How much more in depth do I need to be?" Stephanie asked with somewhat of an attitude that everyone in the room picked up right away, including Vince himself, "You are the genius here. You are in control of the McMahon-Helmsley era writing. Besides daddy… you and I both know that in spite of what I say, you are going to do what you want with it anyway."
Vince glared slightly at his daughter's, due to her attitude and response. She was such a smartass sometimes. He went to retort, but someone else had beat him to the punch.
"Vince what I think Stephanie is trying to say in a not so subtle way is that we trust you with the writing process for our angles," Paul said out of the blue.
"Thank you Paul. At least someone has mannerisms around here today," Vince said, staring pointedly at his daughter before going back to his ramblings.
Stephanie merely shrugged in response and glanced over at Paul and smirked. He shook his head at her antics and winked at her before going back to his teasing with her earlier by slowly licking his lips. The two fell back into their quiet teasing banter. Stephanie couldn't help but glance over at Joanie briefly. The other woman had been oblivious to her boyfriend's sexual teasing towards her throughout the entire meeting. Her eyes went back to Paul and he was smiling mischievously at her. He had to know what she was thinking at that moment. It was thrilling to know that just ten minutes prior to that moment… Paul was going to fuck her for the umpteenth time, albeit this time in a small hot and dark room up against a wall. It was not necessarily the fact that they had not had sex in a small room up against a wall before, but it was different this time, because they were going to do it while they were completely naked this time, which would be different from when he had fucked her up against the wall in the shower those hundreds of times, because this time it was a dark room with people walking around outside, including Paul's girlfriend Joanie. The thought alone was turning her on to no limit.
Her and Paul didn't necessarily laugh at Joanie, nor did they laugh at Stephanie's boyfriend… but the sex was better when they were more at risk of getting caught in the act. It would suck if that happened, but it aroused them both even more when they were having risky sex. A prime example is when Paul had spent the last three days with her the previous week. In the midst of another mind blowing sexcapade with Paul, her boyfriend made an unexpected visit to her house. Luckily for her she had decided against giving him a key to her house months before that, otherwise he would have walked in on a not so pleasing site… for him at least, because for her the circumstances were more than pleasing. However, it had been extremely hard to hide a six foot five, two-hundred and fifty pound wrestler under a bed. Yet they had managed to do so until Michael had finally decided to leave after realizing that he was not going to get lucky on that particular night. Though since he was her boyfriend, she had to give him something, therefore when Paul left, she called Michael up and made up for her extremely long absence due to travelling with the WWE. He was good in bed, no doubt, but he was still no Paul.
Paul was amazing in every way. The way he walked, the way he talked, the way he looked, the way he smelled, the way he felt, and most of all the way he fucked. She lov… liked everything about him. They were not in love or any nonsense like that. They were just both very passionate people who just so happened to end up alone in a deserted arena one late night and one thing lead to another, he had kissed her, she kissed back, and then he took her on her desk. The sex was mind-blowing, so he kept coming back and she kept accepting him back with open arms… and open legs. There was no love, no deep feelings, no attachments. Just extremely intense, sheer, earth-shattering sex… the best sex she had ever had, and from what Paul had told her a million and one times… it was the best sex he had ever had as well. That was it… end of story.
"Well I guess that about wraps it up here everyone. I would like to thank you all for coming and being cooperative, now have a nice day. You're all dismissed," Vince said in that booming voice of his as he gathered up his paperwork.
"Daddy, I guess I'll see you later. Mom wants me to come home for dinner tonight since we're here in Connecticut," Stephanie said to her father in the midst of watching Paul whisper something to Joanie, before kissing her soundly on the lips. The brunette sneered at the display and turned her attention to her father.
"That's fine baby, but I need to speak with you about your attitude during the meeting a few moments ago," Vince said to his only daughter.
"Daddy, I'm sorry. I have just been in a bad mood lately. I'm just tired that's all. I'm so sorry and I promise that it won't happen again," Stephanie quickly said, giving her best daddy's girl pout, which never failed her. She had her dad wrapped around her pinky and she probably always would. This was confirmed when he beamed at her in pride and nodded that he understood.
"I understand Princess; you do work pretty hard around here. Just as long as it doesn't happen again everything is okay," Vince said leaning forward and hugging his daughter.
Stephanie broke the hug and kissed him lightly on the cheek. She was definitely daddy's little girl and she was sure that would never change. She kept her innocent smile on as Vince grabbed his things and retreated from the huge conference room. After the door had closed shut behind him, the youngest McMahon dropped the smile and innocent phase and rolled her eyes. That was too easy. Just as she went to leave, she heard someone clapping behind her. She jumped slightly at the sudden noise behind her and quickly turned around to see who it was. She was slightly shocked at the person that stood before her.
"I thought you had already left, Paul," she said as she went back to her previous chair and sat back down.
"No, I figured I would stick around and watch you in action. I must say that yet again you were great," Paul responded as he walked in front of Stephanie's chair and sat up on the huge table directly in front of her.
"Are you referring to my acting or my fucking?" Stephanie asked sarcastically.
"What's with the attitude, Princess?"
"What's with the making out with your girlfriend, Asshole?"
"Is that what this is about?"
"I honestly don't care what you do with your girlfriend, Paul."
"Yeah right. That would explain why you're sitting there staring daggers through me right now."
"Whatever."
"What am I to do Steph?" Paul asked huffily, "She's my girlfriend, remember?"
"How could I forget, since you leave every morning after we finish."
"Whoa, you knew that I had a girlfriend when I first kissed you and had you on your desk, so what is the big fucking deal now?"
"Yeah you're right, I did know then…and so did you, but you did anyway."
"Well what can I say, I wanted you and I had you… actually I've had you for the last four months now as I recall."
"Fuck you."
"You've done that for the last four months already," Paul said sarcastically, "And I have the nail marks on my back to prove it."
"Paul do you ever take anything serious?" Stephanie asked in annoyance.
"Steph what do you want me to say, huh?"
"Nothing Paul… absolutely nothing."
He could see that she was upset now and as much as he hated to admit it, he hated seeing her upset in anyway, although when she was pissed off she was even hotter.
"I'm going to tell you like you told me last week when your little boyfriend came over and interrupted our sex session; you knew what we were getting into from the start… and now the significant others should not all of sudden become a problem."
"Paul I said that because you were so pissed off that you wanted to go downstairs and kick his ass, and I couldn't have you doing that."
"So now you want us to be more?"
"No. I told you last time that I didn't want us to be---"
"No Steph. When I asked you if you wanted to be more you said you didn't know. You never gave me a straight yes or no, which you never do."
"How can I Paul when I have no fucking earthly idea what this is between us."
"Are you in love with me, Steph?" Paul asked seriously. He knew his feelings for Steph had surpassed sex alone. This whole affair had begun because of him… because he had wanted her so badly. Even then he didn't know what his actual feelings for her were, but he knew that no matter what, he needed to be with her then at that moment. Just like he needed to be with her now. He would admit that he hated that asshole Michael. Michael was not worthy of someone like Stephanie. So naturally he got upset anytime he even thought about them being together. It had nothing to do with him being in love her… because he doubted that was the case.
"No."
"Then there is no problem. There is nothing to figure out here, Steph. We screw each other and that's all."
Even though she wouldn't admit it… it hurt her to say no, for whatever reason it may have been. She felt a small pang in her heart when she said it, and if she had not known any better, she could have swore that she saw something that resembled hurt and anguish in Paul's eyes when she said no. That was impossible though, he had said before that he was not in love with her. She hated these thoughts and feelings coming between them. It was better when they just had sex and he left in the morning and she went back to her boyfriend and her career, and Paul went back to his girlfriend and his career.
Without another word uttered between the two, Stephanie stood up and walked to the door. Paul figured she was done and he could feel a tightening in his chest as he watched Stephanie walk away from him, but he ignored the feeling, much like he did with any other emotion that she elicited from him, unless it was desire or pleasure. He looked on in confusion as she locked the door and took her shirt off tossing it carelessly to the side. She walked back over to him calmly and in midst of doing so, she pulled off her skirt and panties in one swift movement. He was still seated up on the huge table as he watched her walk towards him. She stepped between his legs and leaned forward. He closed his eyes waiting for her lips to meet his in a smoldering kiss… but they never came. Before he could open his eyes to see what she was doing, he felt her warm breath on his ear.
"What do you want, Paul?" she whispered softly.
He was confused. What did she mean by that question? Was she asking if he wanted her or Joanie? Was she asking what he wanted from her sexually? Was she asking what he wanted from his career? Was she asking him what he wanted form life? What was she asking him?
"What are you asking me, Steph?"
"What do you want?" she repeated, "It's a simple question."
"Nothing is simple with you, Steph."
Stephanie smiled at that and reached down and pulled Paul's shirt up and over his head. She tossed the material carelessly to the side, much like she had done with her own shirt. Her lips made their way to the burly man's neck and she sucked delicately on a sensitive spot for a moment, reveling in his soft groans of approval. Pulling back, she stared into his fiery eyes and spoke again.
"What do you want, Paul?" as he stared into her eyes, this time he knew that without a doubt her question carried more weight than she was letting on. He knew what he wanted, but he had no idea how to say it. More importantly he did not know if his answer would signify anything more than sex between them. He had no idea if he truly wanted that. He wanted something, but he knew it wasn't Joanie, he just didn't know if it were Stephanie either.
"I don't know, Steph. I honestly don't know."
She lightly pushed him back on the table and climbed on top of him, straddling his muscular waist. As she rubbed her naked heat against the denim covered bulge in the front of his pants, she began to slowly undo his jeans. With his help she removed his pants… ridding him of his shoes and socks in the process. She was now rocking back and forth on his hardened manhood through his thong. His eyes were closed and she knew he was going insane, especially since he was squeezing the life out of her hips to keep from losing control. In the blink of an eye he had switched their positions and he was now on top of her, lying between her legs.
Paul slid his right hand down between their bodies and reached his destination. When he felt her heat and how ready she was, he groaned in response. He stood up on his knees and freed himself of his thong quickly, before settling between Stephanie's legs once again. He stared down at her beautiful face covered in ecstasy and he entered her slowly. Her body immediately responded to his entrance, convulsing around his manhood in the most delicious way. Usually they would not take it slow. It was usually fast, hard and heated… but not right then. Something was different about that particular moment. He wanted things to go slow now… and judging from Stephanie's whimpers and moans, she did not seem to have any objections either.
He stared at her face as he moved at a moderate rhythm within her. He leaned down and nipped at her neck a bit in delight. She felt so good around him that he wanted to scream. He felt her clutching at him trying to pull him deeper into her and then running her nails along his tail bone. The move made his body ache for more of her. The ache only intensified when she dug her nails into his back and ran them firmly up and down his back in pleasure. She was close, he could tell. Her inner walls was clutching around him at a rapid speed now and her juices were coating his pelvis… he wasn't that far off himself, but he wanted her to reach her peak first.
"Ohhh Paul… please… faster…"
He sped up to a quicker pace and added a little more power to his thrust. His goal now was to send her completely over the edge. Her moans became louder and he quickly covered her mouth with his own. All they needed was for someone outside to hear them and report back to Vince for all of this to completely go south. He never allowed his mouth to leave hers and her moans and pleas only got louder and more intense. She let out a shrill cry into his mouth as she climaxed in a quivering and perspiring heap beneath him.
She felt him pulsating inside her, so she knew he was about to reach his peak as well. Usually she wouldn't let him finish inside her, but at that moment he felt so good inside her that she was too overcome with pleasure to care or think to stop him. He had buried his head in her neck after she had finally finished her release. His warm breath was sending tingles throughout her body. His breathing was heavy against her neck. His low groans and whimpers were being engulfed by her hair and the table beneath them. Paul let out a wail and came inside of the blue-eyed beauty that rested spent beneath him. The two alleviated their breathing and shared a light kiss. Paul broke the kiss and stared down at Stephanie, knowing that if they ever decided to become more, things would take a turn for the worst and neither of them was ready for that. It was better to keep their relationship physical instead of emotional… but God help him if she was not one of the most beautiful beings that he had ever seen in his life.
She loved when they had sex, because it meant that for a short time they belonged to each other and they didn't have to deal with significant others or questions about their feelings. However, she wanted to know how Paul felt. She could feel it… things were about to become much more complicated than they already were. Stephanie continued to stare up at Paul before she asked him an all too familiar question.
"What do you want, Paul?"
As he stared at her in fascination and bliss---deciding that she was worth the trouble that they were about to embark upon--- right then and there he knew exactly what he wanted.
"You."
