A/N - Yeah, ummm, smut warning for this one. Oh, and language too. Paul is not a happy camper at the start of this thing lol.
"Pick up. Pick up dammit!"
When the call went to voicemail for the third time in a row he angrily threw the phone onto the bed and paced towards the window. His eyes glanced at the clock. It was 8pm. She should be home by now. His mind worked over time, trying to figure out where she was or why she wasn't answering her phone. In fact, they hadn't spoken for almost a week and it confused him to no end. After the afternoon they spent together he just couldn't understand why she didn't want to speak to him. For the first time she actually looked him in the eyes as he entered her and continued to do so as they were swept higher and higher towards pleasure. He took her on the couch, against the wall and then finally in his bed. The simple act of being able to lie with her afterwards still made his chest ache. It was when she shoved him off and began searching for her clothes that he fully realised he wanted more. For that very reason it was killing him to have her not answer any of his calls or messages.
"Good God woman, you drive me crazy," he muttered to himself, running a hand down his weary face. He was so damn tired. Aaron had snatched the Davis account and the office had been working over time trying to keep him happy all week. In a way, he was sort of thankful for it because that way at least there was some distraction from Stephanie and her lack of response. Making his way towards the bed, he plopped onto it and sighed heavily. Maybe he should just go over there, knock her husband out and take her right there. That was one thing he wasn't prepared to really think about. She did have a husband and the thought of her going back to him made him feel sick. Was she playing the two of them off? He didn't think so. She looked way too torn for that. And he fully expected that he would never see her again if he turned up at her door. That ruled that option out. Maybe he should make another unexpected visit to her office. Jesus, just the thought of that night never failed to make his groin stir. He'd never experienced anything like it. His slacks grew a little tighter as he remembered how good she felt, how good she always felt.
"Fuck!"
He felt like punching something. Fucking hell if he wasn't frustrated both sexually and mentally. He wanted her, in the physical and also the emotional sense. He wasn't afraid to admit it anymore. He definitely had or was developing feelings for her. He only wished he knew whether she was feeling the same. Her eyes and the way she held onto him when they were together told him one thing. Her never calling him back told him another. Suddenly his phone began to vibrate against the dark blue of his bed sheets. His hand instantly reached out so he could read the message.
"I can't do this anymore. Sorry," he read to himself. "What the fuck does that mean?" His eyes scanned over it again, almost in disbelief. She was without a doubt the most annoying and aggravating woman he had ever met in his life. Sometimes he felt like she wasn't worth the hassle. The he would remember his time with her and that notion went out the window. He needed her too much, just like he needed her right now. He angrily punched in his own message and hit send. Within seconds there was a response.
"I just can't do it. Please stop calling me."
"The fucking hell I will!" He angrily got to his feet and began to pace around the bedroom. Why was she doing this? She wanted him. They both knew it. And if she forgot then he would damn well make sure he reminded her. He hit the call button and lifted the phone to his ear.
"What do you want?" she hissed.
"You fucking know what I want!" was his unimpressed answer.
"I already told you, I can't do this anymore."
Paul couldn't help but smirk as he absently rubbed at his beard. "Well I'm sorry but I don't buy it. We both know you want it. There's no point in denying it anymore."
He heard her sigh heavily. "I don't care! I'm not going to destroy my marriage over this!"
"Funny how you never seem to care about destroying your marriage when you're getting fucked by me isn't it?
"Fuck you!" He anger was evident from her pissed off tone.
"I'd love to."
"You know what? I don't have time for this. Goodbye."
Despite his bravado, he really didn't want her to hang up. "Wait!"
"What's the point?"
"Here's the point, don't do this over the phone. The least you can do is have the balls to tell me to my face." He offered the bait, hopefully she would accept.
Stephanie felt her anger bubbling to the surface. Good God he knew how to push her buttons. "Like I owe you anything. All I'm good for is a good fuck, remember?"
"Of course I remember. I can't get it out of my head," he almost seethed.
"Paul..."
"Tell me you don't think about it and I'll hang up this phone right now." Her silence was the perfect answer. "You can't do it. You can't do it because you want this as much as I do. Don't torture yourself, Stephanie. Come see me tonight."
For a second or two all he could hear was her deep breathing before the line went dead. His fingers gripped his cell phone tight in his hand before he launched it towards the bed again. "FUCK! FUCKING FUCK YOU STEPHANIE MCMAHON!"
He only wished that he was in fact doing that right now. But no, he most likely just blew his chances by pissing her off and continuing to do so to the point where she just hung up on him. He groaned in frustration. The adrenaline from his anger was pumping through his veins. He needed to vent, needed to do something. His eyes caught sight of his gym bag and he angrily stomped towards it. A workout would do nicely. Anything to get his mind off her.
Around an hour later he had finished an intense workout yet still didn't feel completely sated. He walked to his master bathroom and turned the shower on, hoping that the hot water would ease away the rest of the tension in his body. There was only one thing that could cure the stiffness between his legs but somehow he didn't think that was going to happen tonight. As he thought about her he began to get angry again. Stomping back out to his bedroom, he was just about to pull his tank off when he heard a loud knocking on the door and was pleasantly surprised when he saw who was on the other side when he opened it.
"Stephanie? What..."
That was as far as he got before she practically threw herself onto him. Her hands wrapped around his neck and her lips were immediately on his, kissing him hard and stealing her tongue into his mouth. She didn't know what she was doing. All she knew was that she had sat at home for an hour in an absolute fury. Robert was busy working and Jenny was with the nanny. All she could do was sit there and stew. Until she realised that she could let him have a piece of her mind by going to see him. With that thought, she remembered what had happened the last time she was in his apartment. On the drive over, her mind quickly changed from hating his guts to needing him inside her and fast. When she finally arrived at his building her body was on fire. And when she saw him standing there, his hair wet from his obvious workout and his tank stained with sweat, she had never wanted something so badly in her life. So here she was, kissing him like nobody's business and secretly getting off on the fact that he seemed confused. At least for a moment, she was the one in control.
Paul lost himself in her kiss for another moment before he considered breaking away and asking her what the hell she was doing. But when he felt her hand creep down his chest and dip into his sweats, he lost any measure of decency and pushed the door shut with one hand while lifting her up with the other. She wrapped her legs around him tight, bringing both of her hands to his face and kissing him endlessly. She wanted to taste all of him. He walked them both back through the apartment, through his bedroom and finally to the master bathroom. Roughly dropping her onto her feet, he whipped his tank off his head in warp speed then moved right back to her lips while his hands went to work on her blouse. Not caring, he simply ripped it open and quickly pulled at her front clasp bra. Her heavy moan was lost in the sound of the shower as he dipped his head to taste her. He devoured her breasts leaving no area untouched. Her nipples were hard in his mouth. Suddenly she pushed him away and just like he did before, she yanked her blouse and bra completely off. She then made quick work of her pants and heels until she was completely naked in front of him.
"Fuck I missed you so much," he hissed, his length getting even harder at the sight of her. He too pushed down his sweats and immediately pulled her into the steamy shower enclosure. His mouth was instantly on hers, their tongues rolling together over and over while his hand moved between her legs. She instinctively opened them wider, needing to feel his touch. When he pushed his fingers inside, she swore she almost died. He didn't hold back, instantly gaining a rhythm and thrusting them into her.
"Oh Jesus, Paul!" she cried helplessly as the water fell all around them. His hair was matted to his forehead and his wet body slipped against hers.
He peeled his lips from her neck for a moment to look her in the eye. "And here I was thinking that you never wanted to see me again," he grunted, enjoying how her eyes had shut and her hips were grinding against his hand. The water cascading down her face only made her sexier. He was finding it hard not to just take her right from the get go.
Stephanie lightly slapped his face. "Just shut up."
"What? You don't want me to tell you what I'm going to do to you? How I'm going to..."
She reached up and clamped her hand over his mouth while a small chuckle escaped from her own. "Don't tell me." She kissed him hard then pulled back quickly. "Show me," she whispered.
Her surprised gasp was swallowed into his mouth as he withdrew his fingers from her and hoisted her up, her back meeting the cold tile of the wall. He held himself right at her entrance, teasing her, his hands stroking the side of her face. "You want me to show you?"
The feel of his tip barely touching her was driving her crazy. She needed him. Oh how she desperately, desperately needed him. "God yes!"
"I'll fucking show you alright." He instantly pushed into her hard, his pelvis touching hers as he pushed deep, eliciting a loud cry of relief from her. Her hands clawed at his back as he adopted a hard and fast rhythm, pushing into her with everything he had. She thrust back at him with wanton abandon, her body coiling in pleasure at the feel of his length hitting all the right spots.
"Jesus," he muttered heavily into her neck. He was getting so damn close. But so help him he wanted to make a point. He lifted his head and looked at her. Her head was thrown back against the wall, her eyes shut as she bit her lip so hard it was turning white.
"Don't stop. Oh...oh God, Paul...ohhhhhh..." Stephanie was in heaven. Nothing ever felt this good. Her stomach grew tight. She almost became dizzy with pleasure until her body began to shake.
Paul couldn't help himself as he began to push harder. He felt her body start to shudder and knew she would cum any second. "That's it. Come for me baby."
His words wrangled it out of her, her body shuddering violently as she called his name, almost shouted his name at the intensity of her release. She could feel his arms holding her close, his eyes watching her, his length still buried within her. When her shakes subsided, he slowly began to thrust again, his hardness starting to work her up all over again. Only she didn't think she could take it. "I can't...I can't...Oh God, Paul."
"Yes, yes you can," he grunted, pulling his face level with hers and looking right into her eyes. He still wanted to make his point. Holding her gaze, thrust by thrust he slowly began to pick up the pace. But this time he made sure that she felt the emotion behind every one of them. He kept one hand around her waist and the other he brought to her mouth. His thumb ran across her lip before his hand held her cheek. He kissed her deeply and felt his chest grow tight when she responded in kind, her hands threading through his hair as her hips bucked wantonly against his. When he could no longer breathe, he tore his mouth from hers but kept his face close, leaning his forehead against hers. He was so damn close. As he looked at her he realised that she was too. He started to push harder and faster yet still managing to push so deep inside. His body was screaming for release.
"Fuck, Steph. Look at me," he whispered. "Look at me."
She felt her eyes beginning to well up. She knew what he was doing. She could feel it in his tender movements and the way he was touching her. And if she opened her eyes and looked at him it would only become real.
"Stephanie. Look at me," he asked one more time. The emotion in his voice tugged on her heart and she had no choice but to open her eyes. His expression told her everything she didn't want to know. Her thought process was quickly interrupted by the feel of his pulsating length. She had no time to think about the consequences. All she could do was wrap her arms around him and pull him close as he brought them higher one more time.
"Yes. Oh fuck yes. Ohhhhhhh, Paul..."
He grunted and pressed his head against hers. "Ah fuck," he sighed heavily, pushing a final few times. Her body began to shake again and that was all he needed. He exploded into her as she shuddered around him, his hips pushing one last time. He felt like his body was floating out of him. God he needed that, needed it like the very air he breathed. He kept his arms wrapped around her waist and lowered her to the floor before burying his head in her neck.
Stephanie breathed heavily and hugged him close. She didn't want to think about what just happened. Somewhere between hating his guts and just wanting him to fuck her, she let her emotions get caught up in the middle. He absolutely succeeded in making his point. He wasn't just in this for a hot lay. He cared about her. A small smile broke out on her face. He had a funny way of showing it. Maybe he wasn't good with words but his actions more than made up for it.
"Do you have to leave?"
She looked down at him. His eyes were almost pleading with her to stay and she just didn't have it in her to refuse him. Besides, the little niggling voice in the back of her head was screaming at her to never let him go. "I can stay for a while."
Paul smiled and kissed her softly. "Perfect." He bent his head one more time and savoured the feel of her pressed against him. He wanted to keep her here forever. From the look on her face he could tell that he got to her. Mission accomplished. As she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, he couldn't imagine a better end to his day.