I own none of the WWE superstars (but I'd love to own Mark for a night).

After Dinner

We got through dinner pretty well, despite the somewhat rocky start we'd had. I couldn't stop staring at Mark and he couldn't take his eyes off me either. It all started after dinner...

Glen chuckled all of a sudden. "We've never had a dinner this quiet before. This silence, it's so weird."

"Well, honey," I said. "Arguing with Mark is pretty useless. It's like arguing with a brick wall. Pretty much pointless."

"Calling me dumb?" Mark asked. His eyes were betraying just how amused my comments made him. "I'll have you know I was pretty smart in school."

"What happened?" I couldn't resist asking.

"I met you and your dumbness started rubbing off on me. I never knew stupidity was so contagious," he said, in mock wonder.

"Right. Don't touch me and you won't catch it," I said.

He blinked for a minute, then asked, "Why would I want to touch you? Just the thought of touching a tart like you..." His voice trailed off. "It disgusts me."

"I'm so sure," I said, rolling my eyes at him. I stood up and started to gather up the dishes. "I'm gonna go get lost in my sanctuary...the kitchen. No men allowed." I looked at Mark. "And no women disguised as men, either."

The last thing I heard before I closed the kitchen door was Mark snorting and getting up.

"Tell your wife dinner was good," Mark said.

"I'll tell her when she comes up to bed. Not good to disturb her in her sanctuary. She's known to lock the door when she's in there," Glen said.

"Well, what if I decide to go have a little chat with her?" Mark asked.

I could hear Glen getting up. "Enter at your own risk," he said. "And don't come bitching at me when your balls are sore... I'm going up to bed."

A few seconds later, the kitchen door opened. Mark stepped in, closed the door, and locked it behind him. He walked over to where I was, at the sink putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

"Don't you have a maid?" he asked, watching me.

I bent over to put some dishes in the bottom of the dishwasher. "I gave her the next two weeks off so I could have some alone time with Glen."

"You better not bend over like that again," he said. "You might really regret it."

"Why? I'm too disgusting for you to touch," I reminded him, bending over again. "Well, in your opinion anyway."

"You know I had to say that," he said, pulling me to him when I stood up. His hands traveled up and down my body, pulling me tight to him. "You know I like holding you like this."

"Then why have you hated me for all these years?" I asked.

"Because it's easier to pretend to hate you than it is to love you," he said, looking away. "But the truth is I've loved you since the beginning."

"Mark, I hate you now more than ever," I said menacingly, but I didn't mean it.

"Love me," he whispered, lifting me onto the sink again for the second time in one night.

"Mark, I... I don't know what to..." I was interrupted when he silenced me with a kiss.

"Don't speak. You'll ruin the mood," he said, grinning.

I was about to hit him, but I decided against it. Instead, I put both hands on his face and kissed him like I'd never kissed anyone before.

When I pulled back to look at him, his green eyes were dark and smoky, full of lust and desire. He leaned down and started sucking gently on my neck until he made me moan.

"No moaning, baby," he whispered, tugging my earlobe between his teeth. "Wouldn't want Glen to hear now would we?"

Glen... My husband who was waiting patiently upstairs for me. My husband who stayed with me even when Mark, his best friend forever, tried to talk him out of it. Glen...

"I feel so guilty," I whispered. I put my hands against his chest and pushed him away. "We can't do this."

"You think we can't," he corrected. "But we can, if you just give in to what you're feeling."

My eyes filled with tears again for the second time in one night.

"Please don't tell me you're crying," he said in disbelief.

"You're too much for me to try to figure out in one night," I said in a shaky voice.

"Then don't try to figure me out. Just...let me make love to you," he whispered. His voice was husky and deep as he pulled me to him and wiped my tears away with a huge hand. "I need you tonight."

Something in his voice made him sound so irresistible. Maybe it was the raw emotions he expressed. I didn't resist or pull back when he leaned down to kiss me. I welcomed the kiss, tangling my fingers through his hair and pulling him closer.

"It's now or never, Mark," I whispered against his lips.

"Now," he whispered back, and we both started fumbling with his belt buckle.

He lifted me up and carried me over to the nearest wall. We got his pants loose and he pulled them down a little, just enough to free that monster that I'd felt earlier.

"Geez, you really weren't lying earlier when you said you were huge," I said.

"Would I ever lie to you?" he asked, before ordering me to wrap my leg around him.

"Doesn't matter, as long as you don't lie to me tonight," I whispered.

"I wouldn't dream of it, darlin," he whispered back, slowly pushing deep inside.

"Oh, Mark," I moaned as he grinded slowly against me.

"Don't moan, baby," he whispered. "Here, let me keep your mouth occupied." He leaned down and kissed me as he stroked in and out.

I gave a surprised little gasp as he quickened the pace. He laughed into my mouth as he kissed me. Then he was moving in and out frantically, trying to go as deep as he could possibly go. He bit his lips as he worked, and when I looked up into his eyes, I saw desperation, frustration, and desire all rolled into one.

When we both went over the edge, he grabbed me and held me tightly to him, kissing my lips so I wouldn't scream out.

"Jade... I hate you so much," he panted when it was over. He didn't want to let me go.

"I hate you, too, Mark," I whispered back, clinging to him. "More than you can ever know."

"I'll accept that, if hate means love," he said.

We pulled ourselves together and a few minutes later we headed upstairs together. I kissed him, then I took a shower and went to bed. I fell asleep with thoughts of my encounter with Mark on my mind...