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Chapter 3
One little kiss. That was it, and then he would go back to his hotel room and forget all about it. No harm done. That's what he told himself, at least. He started to believe otherwise when he found himself inside Stacy's hotel room. What had started as a sweet kiss escalated into a passionate lip-lock, and once she slipped her hotel room door open, Shane knew there was no turning back.

Stacy slammed her door shut as quickly as she had opened it, pressing her back against the cold metal as she tossed her arms around his neck. Shane pressed his body up against hers, his hands dropping to her waist. He gripped her hips tightly as their searing kiss went on, his tongue swirling around hers. Stacy moaned into his mouth, but broke the kiss a second later. Her arms still locked around his neck, she stared intensely into his eyes, her breathing heavy. Shane took a moment to catch his breath, and then he sent her an anticipatory gaze.

"Are you…" he started, his hands wrapping around to her back.

Stacy nodded, a smile playing on her lips as she kissed him again. She brushed her fingers through the short hairs on the back of his neck, and then tossed her head back with a sigh as his lips moved to her earlobe.

Shane dragged his tongue along her jaw line, his hands fumbling with the bottom hem of her t-shirt. Stacy jumped at the electricity that shocked through her body when his fingers slipped underneath and came in contact with her skin. He allowed his hands to guide the thin material of the shirt up and over her head, and then he dropped it to the floor. His hands went for the button of her jeans, while hers played with the button at the top of his shirt. She paused mid-task, lifting her feet up as her jeans pooled around her ankles. She kicked them aside and continued unbuttoning his shirt. His shirt was on the floor in less than a minute, and his jeans even quicker.

A moan escaped Stacy's lips when Shane ran his finger over a lace-encased nipple, only to replace it with his tongue. She locked her lips, throwing her head back against the door. She hadn't had such lustful feelings since before she broke up with David Flair.

It was clear in Shane's clouded eyes that his desire matched hers, and he didn't waste another moment. He unhooked and pulled her bra off, then slid his hands down her body and slowly pulled her soaked thong down her long, gorgeous legs. Before standing, Shane dug through his jeans, pulling out his wallet and snatched the condom that he'd left in the back for emergencies. Stacy Keibler was emergency enough. He grabbed it, holding it in his hand as he rose from the floor. Without a word, he hoisted Stacy's naked body in his arms, carrying her to the bed.

He fell to the mattress on top of her, planting kisses wherever he saw skin as he hastily kicked his boxers off and rolled the condom over his hardened erection. Stacy wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, grinding her center against his groin as she begged him to enter her. Shane did not protest, gripping one of her legs as he easily slid into her.

"Ohh, Shane," she gasped as he filled her.

It took just a moment for her to adjust, and then she was bucking her hips to match the movements of his. Stacy dug her nails into the sheets as he thrust in and out of her, a pleasured groan coming from Shane each time he reentered her. He lost himself in their heated passion, the sounds of her screaming his name making his own eyes roll back in his head…

"Jesus, Stace," he grunted as he rolled off of her, pulling her into his arms. "I swear you're gonna kill me one day."

Stacy simply smiled, as she was still fighting to catch her breath. She clung to Shane, burying her sweaty forehead into his collarbone. Four years later, and the sex was still amazing. She had always thought that sort of thing was impossible. But Shane proved the theory to be wrong time and time again. It truly was like their first time, every time.

"Please don't die on me," she laughed, flashing him that smile that had always kept him coming back for more. "I don't know if I'll ever find a man who can do that to me like you can."

Shane winked proudly at her, holding her tighter. He stared down into her eyes, admiring her in silence. He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. Stacy sighed happily, returning his kiss with an equal fervor.

Shane pulled away a minute later, resting his head against hers as he whispered, "I love you."

Her stomach jumped at his words. He'd said them before, several times, but her reaction never lessened. The butterflies were always there. She smiled softly, pressing her lips to his again. She placed her hands on each side of his face, gazing at him wonderingly.

It was moments like this that made her stay. When they laid in bed, tangled in sheets and each other's arms, nothing else mattered. When Shane whispered softly in her ear after making love to her, no one else mattered. There were no friends, no family, no wives to answer to. They were the only to people in the world when they were hidden in his hotel room.

"I love you too, Shane," she sighed, her head resting on his shoulder. "Way too much."

Stacy closed her eyes, her lids growing heavy. She allowed herself to drift to sleep… one final solace before reality would crash in on them once again.

Stacy was awoken in a different way than usual the next morning. Instead of Shane kissing her on the cheek and telling her to rise and shine, her cell phone blared through her ear drum. She groaned, shifting under the blankets as she stared at the alarm clock through bloodshot eyes. 8:30 on her day off. Someone had a death wish. She flopped her arm onto the nightstand, feeling around for her cell phone. Once she grabbed it, she flipped it open, not bothering to see who it was.

"No one I know would call at this hour," she griped, rubbing her free hand over her tired eys.

"Good morning, Sunshine!" Chris called cheerily into her ear. "C'mon, you're sleeping the day away!"

Stacy huffed, "You better had a damn good reason for waking me up, Jericho."

She yawned, cradling the phone on her shoulder as she stretched her arms above her head. She tossed a glance in Shane's direction, noticing that he had begun to move.

"Of course there's good reason. You think I'd call you for fun?" he teased in a mock-offended tone. "I thought the bottomless pit that is your stomach would want some breakfast. Your turn to buy."

Stacy snickered at the triumphant manner in which his comment was spoken, and then she gasped. The two of them went out for breakfast once a month. It was their little way of spending time together and getting a decent meal at the same time.

"Oh no, I totally forgot that was today!" she admitted, her voice laced with guilt. "Give me twenty minutes and I'll be ready to go."

"No rush," he told her, his voice turning serious. "I'm on my way in from the gym anyway, I'll just come to your room and wait there."

"No!" she cried, her eyes widening. She took a deep breath, frowning as Shane looked up at her. They both knew she hated lying. "I mean, if you come here first, I'll never be ready. You're a distraction."

Chris shrugged off Stacy's random outburst, laughing, "Fine. Come get me when you're done. Room 1770. Wear something see-through."

"Watch it…" she warned, smile returning to her lips. She glanced down at Shane, shaking her head.

"All right, all right… everything but the see-through clothes," he gave in with a dramatic sigh.

"See ya soon," Stacy told him before hanging up.

She drug herself out of bed, heading to the bathroom to freshen up. True to her word, she emerged ready to go in just under twenty minutes. On her way out the door, Stacy stopped in the bedroom of the suite, where Shane was still lounging in bed. She leaned over the edge of the bed, crawling over to the Shane. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she kissed him.

"You've been spendin' a lot of time with Chris lately," he observed, smiling as he inhaled the scent of the perfume he'd bought for her.

"Says the married man," she quipped. "You've been spending a lot of time in Manhattan."

"Touche," he retreated, letting go of her. He hated when she brought up his marriage. "You burned me, baby."

Stacy giggled, planting one last kiss on his cheek before lifting herself off of him.

"You'll live," she teased as she headed for the door.

Shane smiled and called after her, "So, since Chris gets to take you to breakfast, do I at least get lunch later?"

Stacy paused in the doorway, turning to face him. She grinned, patting her stomach.

"I could really go for a cheeseburger," she said.

Shane watched as she waved goodbye and stepped out of the bedroom. He smiled to himself as he watched those long legs carry her out of his suite.

"Who said anything about food?"