Set after MITB.


It had been a shit night.

First James Ellsworth ruining the most anticipated Women's Match, possibly ever. Then, Randy losing again to Jinder. One disappointment after another.

I took a walk from my place in the control room. I hated how my hands were tied. I was unable to do anything to reverse the Carmella ruling, and Shane wasn't even on site. Angry tweets and texts were the only indication I got that Shane and Daniel were paying attention.

I rounded the corner and practically ran into my favorite person on the planet. Without a word, I eased into his strong arms and let out a big sigh.

"I'll kick his ass. You want me to?" Baron mumbled into the top of my hair.

"Yes," I admitted "But not now. You've got your own match to deal with."

He pulled away and grinned. He looked like he had an idea already. Fuck.

"What?" I practically whined, afraid of yet another match going to shit because someone i.e. Baron, couldn't follow the rules.

"I've got a plan," he moved closer to me again "Tonight, you're gonna be calling me Mr. Money in the Bank."

"Is that so?" I tugged him toward me by his tank top.

"Mhm, might even have you screaming it too," he dug his fingers into my waist intensely.

"Go win your match," I strained to reach his lips "Then we'll talk about it."

He attacked Shinske and I wasn't even surprised. He wanted that briefcase so desperately.

I ducked my head into my hand and leaned against the wall, my eyes trained through my fingers on a monitor in the back hallway.

The match was grueling, Everyone looked exhausted, as I watched AJ and Shinske battle for dominance on the ladder. I could feel Baron's dreams going up in smoke and my mind was already racing with ways to calm him down.

Suddenly, AJ and Shinske were on the ground and Baron was climbing all alone toward the blue box above the ring. I couldn't even make a sound when he unhooked it and held it over his head. Instead, I capped my hand over my mouth and silently went ballistic.

The participants filed out, leaving Baron alone in the ring to savor his moment. The crowd was booing him and he was thriving off it as he made his way up the ramp.

I wasn't able to see him after that, he was grabbed and hurried off to Talking Smack. I managed to sneak in the recording studio door and stand in the back to watch him.

The smile on his face made my heart flutter. I had never seen him so proud or so happy in his life. He was trying to hold back and keep it all smug, but he was failing. Even badasses sometimes get all giddy.

"I'm gonna go enjoy my night," Baron stood up, tossing his mic down and heading for the door.

His eyes caught sight of me and he cocked his head, beckoning me to meet him outside.

When I came through the door, he was standing there waiting. He stretched his arms out and I ran into them. Baron lifted me up, still holding the case and his free hand wrapped me around him.

"What did I tell you huh?" he chuckled, his mouth nipping at my bottom lip.

"You did it," I whispered, my hands tugging on his wet hair.

"We gotta get somewhere. Now," his voice turned deep and rough.

He started walking down the hallway with me. People were staring and pointing and neither one of us could care less.

"Hey!" Baron shouted at a man standing outside the club seat section "You got any boxes open?"

The man narrowed his eyes at him.

"Sir, the event is over and…"

Baron shoved the case practically against his nose and a smile curved up on the man's lips.

"Yeah, I got one," he nodded, leading us down a hallway.

"Good, make things easy on yourself."

"Baron," I gasped against his ear "What are you doing?"

He laughed, hoisting me up even higher around him.

"You got thirty minutes," the man unlocked the door to a suite.

"And I'm gonna use every minute of 'em," Baron groaned, his foot slamming the door shut.

His mouth pressed against mine, as the case dropped to the floor.

"Don't break it," I breathed against his lips.

"You or the case?" he panted, as he dropped me to the floor.

I giggled against his chest once I was on my feet.

"Take your clothes off," he ran his hand along his chin.

"Is that an order?"

"Your future world champ tells you to take your clothes off, you do it."

"Yes, sir," I smirked sliding the skirt I had on, down onto the floor.

My shirt went over my head next and I could feel my chest heaving with excitement.

"What are you gonna do to me…Mr. Money in the Bank?" I asked, biting on my lip innocently.

"Fuck," he growled, striding toward me and ripping my bra off me.

His fingers slid roughly down into my panties and immediately started sliding up inside of me.

"Say it again," he leaned back to look into my eyes.

"Make me," I panted, as his fingers started teasing me uncontrollably.

"Oh, that's easy," he grinned.

His thumb started rubbing my clit and I arched my whole body against him. He was breathing heavily as he kept working inside of me and I knew he wasn't going to let me have the relief I wanted. He loved me but right now, he was on a power trip.

I leaned forward, my nails gripping onto his chest.

"Feels good doesn't it?" he laughed "You wanna finish, don't you?"

I nodded, slamming my eyes tightly shut and bunching his shirt up into my fists.

"Say it," he growled again "Who am I?"

"Mr. Money in the Bank," I whined, as he finally sped up again.

"And what does that mean?" his voice dropped deep.

"You're the baddest motherfucker out there," I panted without even thinking.

He cackled, his fingers hooking and stroking my g-spot.

"That's my princess," he placed a kiss on my forehead "Your Daddy has this whole brand on fucking alert."

Finally, I felt my body start to tighten around his fingers and he roughly tried to pull my mouth to his.

I pulled away and squealed loudly, causing him to chew on his own lip as he watched me fall apart from his fingers.

Just as I finished he backed away and while he slowly ran his tongue over his fingers, he reached down to pick up the briefcase.

"So does that make you Mrs. Money in the Bank?" he growled, cleaning each finger meticulously.

"We aren't married," I shook my head "And Carmella already claimed Miss…so…"

"Maybe we'll have to change that soon," he smirked, turning and walking toward a bar at the back of the room.

"Change what?" I felt my heart flutter as I followed him.

He turned around with yet another big smile on his face and slid his shirt over his head.

"Baron!" I screeched, "What do you mean?"

"Later," he groaned, as he fumbled with the draw string to his ring pants.

I nodded but my mind was spinning as I watched him get undressed. He slammed the case down on top of the low bar counter once he was done.

"Come here," he grabbed my arm and jerked me against him.

His hands ran up my naked back and he slowly slid them down to my waist, pushing my underwear off my hips. Then, before I knew it, he picked me up and sat me down on the case. Hard.

When he took off his underwear I couldn't help but wonder if it was me or the case, causing him to throb so hard against my leg.

"I got two things in this world," he looked up and pressed his forehead against mine "And they're both right in front of me….All I need."

The low placing of the bar top, just happened to line our hips up perfectly and as he gripped me, I realized he wasn't letting me off that case.

He hiked my legs around his waist and dug his fingers into my outer thighs.

"Fuck, I love you," he growled out before he shoved into me with far more force than I had anticipated.

"Shit!" I squealed, my whole body rocking on top of the case.

He ran his hand back through his hair and then started slamming me into him, over and over…Faster than I ever remembered…And that was saying something.

He kept his eyes on the counter, watching himself move in and out of me, and the bright blue case beneath me.

Finally, he braced one big hand on the bar and gripped my chin with his free one. I reached up and sucked one of his fingers into my mouth. He grunted, shoving even harder inside me.

"Yeah," he laughed, as I drew the finger in deeper "I know what I'm getting at the hotel tonight."

I nodded, as I circled it with my tongue.

"Everything I tell you I'm going to do, I always do it. Don't I?" he groaned.

"Yes," I whimpered as I let his finger pop out.

Every time he pushed into me he was hitting my cervix and I was getting distracted.

"So if I tell you that Mrs. might be something I wanna call you, you'll believe me, right?" he panted, sweat starting to bead up on his chest and forehead.

I felt my heart jump into my throat and tried to keep my brain focused on what he was saying.

"Yeah," I managed to answer as my body thrashed against him.

"When I get my hands on that title," he licked his thumb and started to massage my clit between us "I'll have everything. Except one thing."

I felt myself about to explode but I was trying to stay centered on his face.

"What?" I rolled my hips up.

"When I get that title, you'll marry me if I ask you?" he slammed even harder into me and the case wobbled underneath my body.

I felt my orgasm wash over me and I leaned up, moaning against the center of his chest.

"Son of a bitch!' he growled loudly, a few seconds later.

His hand gripped my head as I felt him release inside me. We stayed pressed to each other for a moment, the whole room achingly silent.

Had those words slipped out because of how euphoric his night had been? I was almost afraid to look at him.

"Hey?" he grabbed my chin and tilted my eyes up.

"Yes," I answered without another thought.

One of his genuine smiles spread across his face.

Just then, a loud knock on the door broke the moment.

"Times up, Mr. Money in the Bank!" the man called sarcastically from the other side.

"Doesn't sound nearly as good as when you say it, baby."