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

A Tasty Breakfast

After a night of erotic dreams about Mark, I woke up in a sweat. I glanced over at the clock after noticing Glen wasn't lying next to me and saw that it was approaching 10 AM. Ah, I'd overslept! I knew there were gonna be two hungry giants down there waiting for me to fix them breakfast, so I brushed my teeth, showered, and tried to get ready as quickly as possible.

I rushed down the stairs and into the dining room. When I walked in, I couldn't believe what I saw! It was Mark, wearing a pink apron that was entirely too small for him. And he was putting breakfast on the table, which was strangely set for two.

"Where's Glen?" I asked him.

He looked up at me sharply. "Is that the way you greet me after our passionate encounter last night?" He put the food down and walked over to me. Tilting my chin up, he asked, "Don't I get a 'morning after' kiss or something?"

"Mark!" I hissed. "We shouldn't be talking about that. Glen could hear!"

"He didn't hear last night," he said smartly. "And he's not here anyway."

"Then if he's not here, where is he?" I asked curiously.

"He had to run down to the pharmacy to pick up my prescription for me," he said. "He left a few minutes ago."

"Prescription?" I asked, concerned. "What's wrong with you?"

"Just having a little hip problem," he said. He gave me a sly grin. "But don't worry, that won't stand in our way if you're ready for round two right now." He leaned down and kissed me.

It took all I had in me to pull back. "We can't do this," I said.

"We already have," he pointed out. "Do you need a reminder?"

"It didn't mean anything and it can't happen again," I blurted out.

"What do you mean it didn't mean anything?" he asked, clearly taken aback.

"Just what it sounds like," I lied. "That was a one time thing and it'll never happen again."

He looked at me unbelievingly. "I can't believe you."

"What did you expect?" I wondered.

"That last night at least meant something to you," he said. "I mean, it meant something to me." He laughed at himself. "I'm such an idiot. I even cooked you breakfast."

"This is for me?" I asked.

"I thought it would be kind of romantic, you know, fixing you breakfast and everything." His voice trailed off and he looked the other way. "So last night meant nothing? I told you I loved you, and I meant it."

"But that's not the way it's supposed to be! I mean, I hate you and you hate me," I said. "Why can't we keep it that way?"

"You think I wanted to fall for my friend's wife?" he spat. "For you? No, I didn't. But I did and I can't just ignore it anymore, ok?"

"You have to. I'm married," I said, placing heavy emphasis on the word married.

"So are you gonna just forget about everything that happened last night?" he asked, stepping up close to me and trapping me with his gaze. "You're gonna forget about the way we felt, the way I made you moan my name?"

"I'm going to try," I said in a small voice. I couldn't resist looking at his lips, those sexy lips just begging for me to kiss them.

He noticed what I was looking at, and he smiled. He had discovered one of my weaknesses for him: his lips.

"You'll go crazy with the need to be with me, Jade," he said softly. "Glen can't make love to you the way that I can."

"How would you know?" I asked, lips quivering with the need to kiss his lips.

"Glen's my best friend. He tells me everything," he said. He leaned down until his lips were so very close to mine. "I know about his little...problem."

"Whatever," I said, shaking my head.

"What? Touchy subject, Glen being unable to satisfy your body?" he taunted.

I tried to leave by going around him but he wouldn't let me by. Instead, he started advancing on me. I kept backing up until I hit something hard: the wall.

"You can't run from me, Jade," he said, placing his hands on the wall on either side of me. "You're a prisoner in my arms...and you love it."

He leaned down and his lips touched mine. I just couldn't resist kissing him. Having his lips against mine was like heaven...

His lips traveled down to that sensitive spot on my neck, that very same spot he'd so easily found the night before. I gave a low moan and ran my fingers through his hair as he gently sucked on my neck.

"Mark..." My voice was a throaty whisper. He knew what I needed from him.

"That's right, say my name," he whispered back, obviously satisfied with my response to him. "It's like music to my ears."

"Kiss me," I demanded in a low whisper.

"With pleasure..."

He kissed me again. The kiss was so delicious, so sweet, that I could barely think straight. I started trying to take off his shirt and that stupid little pink apron that was way too small. Frustrated, I leaned up and kissed him again.

"This is quite a tasty breakfast," I murmured against his lips.

He gave a low laugh. "You didn't even eat what I've cooked."

"Your lips are good enough..."

He leaned back down to kiss my neck...

And that's when we heard the front door open.