Sorry for the delay between updates but I made up for it with an extra long chapter for you all this time. Thanks for the reviews guys, keep them coming!!. Just so you know, there's a HUGE smut warning for this chapter lol. You've been warned!

Paul stared out his large office window, watching as thousands of tiny little specks shuffled around on the street some hundred stories below. The sky had changed from a musky blue to the deep and dark colour of the night in a matter of minutes although he didn't see it happen. Instead his mind was focused on one thing and one thing only. He thumped his hand against the glass in frustration. He hadn't heard from her in five days. The thought of that made him shake his head in disbelief. He turned to look at the mountain of work on his desk and his face turned into a scowl. If he hadn't been so caught up in work then he would have pursued her without a doubt. But the fact that she hadn't tried to contact him pissed him off to no end. He'd never had to chase after a woman before, especially not one that he wanted so badly. He shifted uncomfortably and started pacing around the room when he felt his groin begin to stir. No woman had ever affected him as much as she did and he wasn't quite sure that he liked it. But one thing that he knew for sure was that he was going to go crazy if he didn't get to touch her or taste her again. With a new found determination, he quickly flung a few files into his briefcase, grabbed his suit jacket and swiftly made his way out of the office.

"Mr. Levesque, Mr. Johnson called and he wants to......." started Jane but she was rudely cut off.

Paul lifted his hand to his secretary indicating for her to stop. "Tell me in the morning, Jane. I've got something far more important to attend to this evening."

Jane made a face as he headed towards the elevators with a snarl on his face. Her boss's moods were infamous in their office and he seemed to be in quite the mood right now. She felt sorry for whoever was going to be on the receiving end of this one.

The long elevator ride seemed to take extra long this time and Paul impatiently tapped his foot against the floor. Finally the door pinged open at the Basement level and he made a beeline for his car. As soon as he was inside, he whipped out his cell phone and dialled a number he kept on hand for occasions just like this.

"Mr. Levesque, it's always good to hear from you. What do you need this time, sir?" said the voice on the other end of the line.

"I need you to locate somebody for me, Jack," he said as he started up his expensive black Mercedes Benz and watched as the lights on the exquisite looking dashboard came to life.

"What's the name?"

"Stephanie McMahon." Again he felt his groin twitch at the mention of her name. Jesus he had to have her and it needed to be right now. He squirmed in his seat and put the car into reverse and waited. He waited for a few seconds longer until his impatience got the better of him. "Hurry it up, Jack. I don't have all day." He pulled at the collar of his shirt and loosened his blue silk tie. His demand was met with silence and he was just about to bark another order when he finally got some news.

"Ok, sir. I've got four addresses here. Work, home, second home and family home. What one do you need?"

Paul glanced at the clock and sighed. 7:23. Not everybody was a workaholic like him and she was more than likely at home by now. Suddenly a plan sprung to mind. "What does she work as, Jack?"

"McMahon Entertainment Incorporated. It's a family run business that specialises in entertainment products, television shows and movies. You might have heard of WWE – World Wide Entertainment. That's them," informed Jack.

Paul nodded as he mulled things over in his head. Yes he'd heard of WWE before. Hell, his own company had done several dealings with them in the past. He finally came to a decision. "What's the office number and address?" He entered the address into his sat nav system and memorised the number before hanging up and practically shooting out of the garage and onto the busy street. He smiled almost wickedly as he called the office number.

"WWE offices, how may I help you?" said a friendly voice.

"Hi, can I get a direct line to Stephanie McMahon's office please?" A second or two later and the phone rang again leading him to another secretary.

"Stephanie McMahon's office," came the professional yet feminine voice but it wasn't her. He'd memorised the sound of her voice. He remembered every sigh and every moan and they were permanently engrained in his mind.

"I'd like to make an appointment to see Mrs. McMahon please," he asked with a smile on his face. He easily breezed through the minimal traffic as he drove towards her office block. It wasn't that far away from his own.

"I'm sorry sir, Mrs. McMahon is finishing up for the night. She might be able to fit you in tomorrow."

Oh she'd fit him in alright and it most certainly would not be tomorrow. "Is she still there?"

"Yes she is."

"Tell her it's very important that she sees me tonight," he said nonchalantly. Fucking secretaries and their tight lipped answers.

"And may I ask who's calling?"

Paul chuckled at the obvious disdain in the woman's voice but he could care less if he pissed her off. "Tell her it's Mr. O'Connor." He chuckled again when he was put on hold. "I wonder if she'll get it," he said to himself. O'Connor's was the bar that they'd met in. Somehow he felt that it would go right over her head. He didn't mind though. It would make for a nice surprise when he showed up at her door.

"Mrs. McMahon says that she can see you now if it's quick. Are you nearby?"

Paul smiled in victory. "I'm five minutes away. Thank you." He hung up the phone and put his foot on the gas.

"Are you sure you want to see this guy? He sounded like such an asshole," commented Diane as she looked at her boss. Stephanie had had her coat on and was just about ready to go when the call had come through. "And aren't you supposed to be meeting Robert tonight? I thought you guys were going out for dinner?"

Stephanie sighed as she sat on the edge of Diane's desk. "Yes we are. But I called him and told him I'd be another hour or so. I'll just see what this guy wants and if it takes more than that then he can come back tomorrow. What did you say his name was again?"

"O'Connor," replied Diane as she shuffled some files about on her desk.

"O'Connor? Hmmmm, I don't think I know any O'Connor's. I wonder what he wants," Stephanie said almost to herself as she stared off into space.

"Well he sounded like an asshole over the phone. I think I'll stay here until he leaves just to make sure you're OK."

Stephanie laughed as she stood up and walked to her office. "Thanks Diane but I think I can handle him. Just look at who I have for a father!" Both women laughed before Stephanie walked inside and took off her coat. She decided that she may as well do something productive while she waited for this O'Connor guy to arrive. Hopefully this meeting would be over quickly and she wouldn't have to keep her husband waiting too long. He didn't sound very happy when she called him earlier. Things had been so much better between them since last week although she couldn't say that she was fully satisfied. On more than a few occasions her mind had drifted to someone else and it pained her to know that it was over between them. Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," she called as she got to her feet. But she practically fell back down into her seat when she saw who walked through the door. "Wha.....what are you doing here?" she managed to get out. Never in a million years did she expect him to come strolling through her door.

"Surprised?" he said with grin as he subtly locked the door. He walked until he was standing opposite her with only the hard wooden desk separating them.

Stephanie closed her eyes as a million different emotions ran through her body. Excitement, shock, surprise and anger. What the hell was he thinking showing up at her office? "What the hell are you doing? You can't just show up here 'Mr. O'Connor'," she fumed, her face growing redder by the second. Suddenly it hit her. O' Connor. O' Connor's. The bar. His apartment. His bedroom. She hung her head and ignored the little voice inside telling her how stupid she was. "That's a nice little trick you pulled with the name by the way. Very fucking funny."

"I thought you'd like that," he said. His grin still in place. It was taking everything he had not to just walk round the desk and take her. That being said, he was enjoying watching her get rattled. She looked incredibly sexy when she was pissed off.

"How did you find me?" she said seriously, not giving in to his little games.

"I'm a pretty powerful guy, Stephanie. I have my sources," he replied, becoming very serious just like her. "When I want to know something, I'll make sure that I know it. And when I want to have something, I'll take it."

His eyes sparkled dangerously and she felt her stomach curl at his words. Half of her wanted to smack him across the face. The other half wanted him to take her right now in her office. God what the hell was wrong with her? She was supposed to be meeting her husband in an hour but instead she was thinking about screwing another man on her desk. She felt a slow burning fire build within her and no matter how badly she tried to fight it, she just couldn't resist giving into him. "And what exactly is it that you want?" her voice faltered slightly as she spoke. This was a dangerous game she was playing here, one which she knew she wouldn't be able to get out of if it went too far. She gulped as he walked around the desk and stood right behind her. He stepped in close, making sure to press his body against her as he pulled her hair behind her ear.

"I think you know," he all but whispered into her ear before he pressed an enticing kiss to the base of her throat. She instinctively turned her head to the side, giving him further access to her neck and he willingly took it, burying his face into her soft skin and pressing tiny little kisses up and down the column of her throat. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her back into him, causing her to moan when she felt the hardness pressing against her lower back. He began to move his kisses to her jaw and before she knew it, his lips were pressed tightly against hers. Her legs turned to jelly and she relaxed into him, allowing his strong arm to wrap around her waist and pull her close. She opened her mouth to him and willingly accepted his tongue as it mingled with her own. His right hand travelled from her waist to her breast which he squeezed gently through her blouse while his left softly gripped her chin and turned her head, enabling him to kiss her more deeply. She reached back and wrapped her arm around his neck while subconsciously starting to grind back into him. He responded in kind and groaned into her mouth. He felt so damn good. So good that she couldn't think, she couldn't breathe. A few seconds passed before she finally caught hold of her senses. She broke their kiss and took a step forward, breaking their embrace.

"I can't do this," she breathed heavily, still trying to catch her breath after their heated exchange. She stared right ahead, knowing full well that if she turned around and actually looked into his eyes that she would be a goner.

"Why not?" he asked as he moved back in behind her, resting his hands on her hips and nipping at her neck.

"I just can't! I'm meeting my husband........" she stopped at the loud scoff she heard from behind her.

"Your husband, huh?" He felt his anger getting the better of him. Why the fuck was she thinking about her husband when she was here with him? He didn't like coming second best, not one bit.

"Yes, my husband," she replied as she finally turned around to face him. She ignored the desire pooling in the pit of her stomach when she saw him. He looked incredible in his light grey suit and white shirt. His hair fell softly around his shoulders and behind his pissed off expression she could see the naked lust in his deep hazel eyes. She was too blinded by shock to notice any of this when he'd entered her office. Maybe she would have had the sense to chuck him out if she had.

"If your husband was so important you wouldn't have let me fuck you twice now would you?" he asked bitterly. He saw her soft features harden and silently cursed himself. Maybe he'd gone a bit too far this time.

"You bastard! You don't know anything about me so don't stand there and act like you do," she fumed, planting her feet to the ground and holding her hand to her sides. She was hard pressed not to slap him across the face for coming off with that. Even if part of it was true.

He laughed sarcastically as he shook his head. "I may not know much. But I do know that you like it that extra little bit rougher, don't you, Steph? Is that why you came back for more, huh? Your dear old husband couldn't give it to you hard the way you like it?"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth she reared back and slapped him hard and fast across the face. He immediately whipped his head back and stared a hole right through her. She could see the red hand print quickly beginning to form on his cheek but that didn't faze her. What did was the sheer wild look in his eyes. For a few seconds they just stood there, the air around them so thick with tension you could cut it with a knife. Stephanie could feel her body boiling and it was ready to explode. Paul felt exactly the same and before he knew what he was doing, he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her fiercely. His kiss was so strong and passionate that it fought down any measure of resistance from her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face as close to hers as possible. She bit down hard on his bottom lip before sucking the pain away. He groaned and forcefully pushed her back against the desk before quickly slipping his tongue inside her mouth. He kissed her hard and deep, their tongues winding together over and over. He didn't know what had come over him but that slap had awoken something. He'd never felt such an aching need for somebody in his life. Stephanie sighed as she ran her hands up and down the lapel of his suit jacket before pushing it off his shoulders and onto the floor. She started to work on the buttons of his shirt but she just had to stop and relish the feelings he was creating inside of her. She'd never been kissed like this before. She could feel his need for her every time his tongue crashed against her own. A few seconds later and she reluctantly broke their kiss and panted heavily. Her breath was stuck in her throat. She lifted her gaze from the smooth skin of his chest to his eyes and swallowed hard at the intensity she saw there. His hands gripped her hips and he lifted her onto the desk. She pushed some papers out of the way and opened her legs, inviting him to come closer. He stepped between them and ran his hands up and down her smooth thighs. They pushed her skirt up her legs until it was bunched around her waist. She sat there and watched him as he touched her, his hands burning into her skin everywhere they went. His lips melded themselves to hers once again and she went back to work on his shirt, finally opening all the buttons. She left it on him but pushed it open so that she could run her hands across the firm muscles of his chest and abdomen. He sighed into her mouth as her hands reached the waistband of his pants. She quickly undid the buckle and opened the button. The sound of his zipper being pulled down mixed with their heavy breaths was the only sound in the room. Before she could go any further, he broke away from her and looked her right in the eye.

"You want to go meet your husband now?" he asked huskily. For whatever reason, he couldn't go on without hearing her say that she wanted him. He needed to know that she wanted to be here with him instead of with her husband.

For the millionth time that night, Stephanie felt a surge of anger rush through her body. Why was he doing this? Why was he asking her this now of all times? She'd given herself to him yet it still wasn't good enough. "What do you want from me?"

"I want to know that you want this as much as I do. I want to know that this isn't just one-sided on my end." His eyes burned hers as he placed a hand on either side of her hips on the desk and leaned in close to her.

Stephanie closed her eyes. It wasn't good enough that she was physically cheating on Robert. Now he wanted her to come out and say it. By acknowledging that she wanted him she was acknowledging her infidelity to her husband. When she opened her eyes and looked into his, she felt her stomach lurch at the almost evil looking glint in his dark eyes. What type of person would wish this on somebody else? All of a sudden she became repulsed by him and pushed him away. She got off the desk and stood. "Get out," she said simply.

"What?"

"I said get out! I don't want you here now go!"

"No," he said, defiantly standing his ground.

Stephanie glared at him in rage. She couldn't believe the audacity of him to act like this after what he'd said to her. "Get the hell out of here or I'll call security," she almost yelled at him, her voice icy cold.

"Are you angry with me?"

She felt like laughing in his face and she would have if she wasn't so damn pissed off. "You have no fucking idea. Now get the fuck out of my office!" Her icy demeanour almost shattered when he stepped in close to her but she stood her ground and refused to give in to him.

He moved his face so that their foreheads were touching. "Hit me," he said, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"What?" She stared at him in confusion. If she wasn't convinced before she sure as hell was now. He was crazy.

"Hit me," he repeated, moving his body so close to her that she became pressed up against the desk again. "Go on. I know you want to do it. Hit me."

Suddenly she gave him a hard shove. A somewhat twisted smile came over his face as he gently shoved her back. It seemed to infuriate her as she shoved him again and gave him another hard slap across the face. His little game had descended into a struggle between the two with Stephanie trying her hardest to actually inflict pain while he stood there and practically laughed in her face. Stephanie felt an uncontrollable surge of energy and emotion well up within her body and she was sure he saw it too for he immediately pushed her back against the desk and kissed her hard, his tongue stealing into her mouth. She feebly tried to bat him away but it was futile. The minute his lips had touched hers she knew she had to have him. The desperation was evident in them both as Paul quickly turned her around. He went straight back to her lips and groaned as she bit down on his lip while she ground her ass into the hard heat between his legs. She bent over her desk and hiked her skirt up around her waist in anticipation. He quickly pushed his pants and boxers down his legs and sighed as he was finally freed from his clothed prison. He grabbed her hips and pushed into her, relishing the feel of her pressed against the most sensitive part of his body. He ground into her and leaned over her back, clutching her chin in his hand and turning her face. His tongue stole into her mouth as he squeezed both her breasts through her blouse. He practically ripped the buttons open before pulling her heaving breasts out of the black lace. His fingers flicked over her hard nipples, stiffening them even further if possible. But as she thrust her ass into him, all his attention quickly became focused on achieving the one thing that he'd been waiting so damn long for. He broke their kiss and his hands moved to her hips. She placed her hands palm flat against the desk and didn't try to stop the loud moan that escaped her as he slowly thrust inside her hot wet heat.

"Jesus......Oh God.....Paul," she whined breathlessly as he gently pulled out before swiftly thrusting back in. She grabbed at the nearest piece of paper she could reach and crumpled it into a ball, the pleasure of finally having him inside her almost too much to bear. He didn't waste any time and fell into a fast rhythm, roughly pumping into her over and over. His knuckles turned white as he squeezed her hips and continued their frantic pace.

"You feel so fucking good," he growled into her ear. She turned her head and caught his lips in a reckless kiss. As he pulled away, her tongue flicked out to lick at his lips and she ground back against him as hard as she could. "Fuck," he groaned as she almost unmanned him right then and there. He pulled almost all the way out of her then slammed right back in hard and fast.

"Yes!" she cried helplessly, every single fibre of her being awash in pleasure. "Don't stop.........Oh God.........don't stop," she panted as he continued his relentless thrusting. It all became too much for her and she shuddered, feeling the beginnings of her climax building deep in the pit of her stomach.

He felt her walls clenching around him and knew she was close. He began thrusting as hard and fast as he could. In the back of his mind he thought that he might be hurting her but if he was, she certainly wasn't showing it. Instead she was grinding back into him and milking him for all he was worth. "Christ Stephanie," he moaned into her ear as his stomach tightened. His release was imminent. He pressed his chest into her back and covered her hands which were placed flat on the desk with his. She gripped his fingers tightly and relished the feeling of his entire body pressed so tightly to hers. She cried out as her climax engulfed her, sending her mind into space and her body into a delightful series of pleasure filled shudders. Just then he exploded inside of her with a heavy groan, finally achieving the release he'd been craving for the past week. He fell against her back, completely spent from their intense encounter. He nuzzled his face into her neck and squeezed her fingers.

"Jesus," she whispered as she turned her head and kissed him lazily. There was a slight chill in the room but she didn't feel it, not with his body covering her the way that it was. Releasing his grip on her hands, he wrapped them around her waist and pulled her to a standing position in front of him. Stephanie closed her eyes as she tried to regain her breath. That was without a doubt, the most incredible thing she'd ever experienced in her life. They were silent, both too caught up in what they had just shared.

"I guess you should get going," he said softly, releasing his grip on her. He stepped back and pulled his boxers and pants back up.

She turned around and watched as he worked on the belt. A quiet laugh escaped her lips as she looked at the state of him. His shirt was open and looked haphazardly thrown on while his silk blue tie was loosely hanging around his neck. "Look at you," she said as she stepped towards him and began buttoning up his shirt. For whatever reason, the previous anger and disgust she had felt towards him had disappeared. Whether she liked it or not, something had changed between them even if she didn't know what it was. She patted his chest when she was done and looked into his eyes when he lifted her chin.

"Don't be afraid to stop by. Anytime you want, I'll be there." He gave a small smile before picking his suit jacket up off the floor. He pressed his lips to hers in a gentle and sweet kiss, the complete opposite of what his kisses had been just moments before. "Bye."

And then he was gone. Stephanie stared at the door for a few seconds before glancing around the room. She looked at her desk and shook her head. The once neat looking surface area was a mess. Papers were flung everywhere and some were crumpled into balls. Her pen box was nowhere to be seen and her paper weight was teetering on the edge. But there was one thing that did not move at all and it was staring her right in the face. She gulped as she lifted the photo frame and saw her husband's smiling face staring back.