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Chapter Thirty

Stephanie had assigned Paul to the guest room all the way at the end of the hall. It was clearly the farthest room from her master bedroom. But at the same time, it was only a few rooms away from their three year old daughter's room. Why did that matter though? Steph had decided that she would let her sick child sleep with her; a lot that did for Levesque. He had been assigned to watching their daughter while Steph cleaned up the vomit mess. It wasn't until Aurora was asleep that he was relieved of his duties and was free to take a shower.

It was a bit awkward taking a shower in Kurt Angle's house despite the fact that the shower he was using was first class completely with multiple water jets. And to think it wasn't even their master bathroom he was using. Levesque was still happy to take a long shower at Angle's expense. This was especially true after his daughter had vomited down the front of him. He needed to clean up. The only thing that would make it better was if Steph joined him. The marvelous hot jets of water rinsing over his body would be nothing to being inside of her again. He couldn't even remember the last time he had showered with her.

It would be a waste of water waiting for her to join him though. After he had washed himself from head to toe, Levesque shut the water off. With both of his large hands, he squeezed out the excess water from his dirty blonde locks. Paul then opened the shower door and reached for a nearby towel. He took only a moment to attempt to dry himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist. With his body still wet, he walked from the bath room into the dark hallway to the guest room he was told to occupy.

Paul didn't even bother putting a light on as he entered the dark guest room, closing the door behind him, and plopped down on the king size bed that had already been turned down. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking in the cool breeze of the ceiling fan that felt great after the hot shower. The unexpected sound of a knock on the bedroom door caused Levesque to open his eyes in the darkness and get up from the bed. With a flick of a wall switch, he illuminated the bedroom. With light in the room, Paul easily found the door handle used it to open the door just enough to expose his face.

"Sorry, I didn't wake you, did I?" Steph whispered from the dark hallway.

"No, you're fine. I just got out of the shower." Levesque replied as he opened the door a bit wider to allow his ex-wife to see his still glistening hard body from where she stood.

Opening the door more allowed the light from the room to make Stephanie more visible. She was wearing her white cloth robe that was tightly tied in the front. Paul's eyes were scanning her from bottom to top. When he looked at her face, he noticed that she was checking him out too. Perhaps she really did notice his damp muscular frame.

"I just wanted to give you this shirt for tomorrow. It should fit you. I figured you would be leaving early in the morning." Stephanie explained before holding out a folded light yellow cotton short sleeved shirt for him to take.

"Ah, I'm still pretty wet. Could you just come in and put it on top of the dresser?" He requested moving away from the opening of the door to allow her to enter the guest room.

Steph flashed a smile before she entered the room. She went right over to the dresser and gently placed the folded shirt on top of the wooden dresser. While her attention was diverted, Paul quietly closed the door to the bedroom.

"Why did you just close the door?" She asked taking notice the second she heard it close.

"I wanted to talk to you. Steph, I can't take it anymore. I'm still in love with you. I've never stopped loving you. You don't know how hard it is to have to visit our baby girl and see you happy with that asshole Angle." Paul blurted out in what sounded like one long run-on sentence.

"Paul, why are you saying that? What about Torrie? She's such a great person and-"

"I don't love Torrie; not like I love you. I know there's still a connection between us. Every time I look into your eyes, I see it. I tried to make it go away and fill the void with dating Torrie but it isn't working. You're in my heart and soul." Levesque professed cutting his ex-wife completely off before she could question him fully.

Stephanie's eyes were wide with shock. Her moistened lips parted slightly as she looked him in the eyes like she couldn't believe what had just come out of his mouth. Paul couldn't believe he was saying it either. It was such a relief to profess his love directly to Steph. It was like the flood gates had broken after a year of stifling and holding it all in.

"I don't know what to say…" She said in a softly while using her left thumb to wiggle her large diamond ring on her finger that symbolized her commitment to Angle.

"You don't have to say anything." Levesque whispered back as he slowly began to close the space between them.

Steph raised her eyebrows slightly as she simply watched her former husband get closer and closer to her. Levesque had finished expressing his feelings for her in words. Now it was time for him to show her how much he missed her. Ever so gently, he brought his right hand to her face, lifting her chin with his fingertips so she could look into his eyes as he stood in close proximity right in front of her. She didn't move away from his touch. She stood there like she was frozen, her icy blue eyes staring deep into his hazel eyes that were focused back on her.

Levesque's left hand rose from his side. It gently swept a long lock of her hair away from her face before it rested on her right cheek. After a few seconds, Stephanie finally made a movement, bringing her hand to Paul's left arm. At first, he thought that she was going to remove his hand from her. It wasn't the first time she had rejected him in the past year. What she did, however, caused a smile to form on Levesque face. Her hand began to caress his arm and then, she smiled back at him.

Stephanie returning a smile was all the encouragement Paul needed to move in for a kiss; the kiss that he had been so desperately wanting from her ever since she had left him for Angle over a year ago. He slightly cocked his head to the side before quickly closing the remaining space between their bodies and most importantly to him, their lips. He let out a long sigh of relief the moment he felt her soft lips on his. He was like a parched man who had been roaming a dry and sparse desert before being found and given his first drink of water.

A few muffled sounds came from Stephanie the moment after Paul had put her into a lip lock. It sounded like she was trying to say his name, possibly to try and reason with him that what he was doing wasn't a good idea or was wrong. Levesque didn't want to listen to any of it. Nothing that felt this good could be wrong. The two of them together was so right. He was relishing her taste as his tongue began to freely explore her mouth with surprisingly little to no resistance from Steph. He knew exactly how she liked to be kissed. She couldn't help but love his tried and true technique. Levesque was willing to bet that Angle never kissed her with such intensity. He ignored her weak protests and continued to kiss her with the passion that only he could. After only a few seconds later, she let out a sigh and began to kiss him back. She ran a hand once through his long wet hair as the kiss intensified. Levesque then felt himself harden immediately the moment Steph's hands began to loosen the towel from around his waist. Her tugging on the towel caused it to fall to the floor exposing Paul's naked lower half.

Stephanie obviously wanted to take it a step further and Paul was happy to follow her lead. He brought his hands to the robe tie and quickly undid it. With the robe open, he then placed a hand on either side of the opening of the robe and pulled it further open. Before he could slip the robe off her, she gave him a hard shove, causing him to fall back on the bed. He let out playful laugh, tilting his head up to see her give him a naughty smile as she did the honors in removing her garment. Just like the towel, it fell to the floor and allowed Paul to cast his eyes upon her naked body. God, she was just as sexy as he remembered. Her body was amazing for being a mother of two children.

"I want you so bad…" Paul hissed in a frustrated and horny voice as he motioned her to climb on the bed with him so that he could make love to her like he should have been doing during the past year.

Steph licked her lips before she crawled onto the bed and over to where Paul was still laying. The moment she was on top of him, he quickly flipped her over onto her back. Levesque was ready to take charge and take what was his. Not wanting to waste any time, he quickly positioned himself between her legs and with one strong thrust, he was in heaven. Stephanie gasped as she wrapped her legs around his torso while he pushed as much of himself as he could inside of her. He was savoring the moment as much as he could. Before he could resume thrusting, Steph made him roll over so that she could take charge. Levesque smiled gazing up at his Stephy with her hair all around her face. She smiled at him as they began to make love again. He closed his eyes, and enjoyed the pleasure that came with his former wife riding him.

"What the fuck?" Paul said aloud the moment he opened his eyes.

Stephanie was gone and he was staring up into the darkness. Where was she? He quickly sat up and noticed that the towel, that was pitching a tent, was draped freely over his lower half. While the towel was still wet from the shower, his body had been dried off from the ceiling fan hanging above him. Quickly, Paul got off the bed and stumbled toward the door, his hand moved along the wall as he tried to find the light switch. When he found it and flicked on the light, he squinted. His eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the light before he was able to examine the room. Her robe was gone and the bed's thin sheets were still somewhat folded under where he had been laying.

"Wait a minute…" Levesque whispered after he noticed the folded shirt on top of the dresser.

The short sleeved shirt was exactly where Stephanie had put it. She had been in his room that meant. He couldn't have dreamt it. It had been so real. He had tasted her kiss and been inside of her. Steph had brought him the shirt that was still sitting there on the dresser. But where was she now?

Quietly but quickly, Paul let his guest room and began to walk down the hallway toward the master bedroom. The hallway seemed never ending in the darkness but finally he reached the double door entrance to Stephanie's master bedroom. Levesque reached out his hand in the darkness for one of the handles. The moment he felt one in his grasp, he pushed down on it. It didn't budge. The doors were locked.