Alright, so I jumped a chapter to get to this part because you guys asked me to, lol. Hope you like it ;)

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Her heart was beating so hard against her chest that she was afraid that her ribcage was going to break with the force of it. It was out of control, even the sound of it was deafening and no matter how many deep breaths Eve would inhale through her nose and then release through her mouth, nothing seemed to calm it.

It was just bad, and as if that wasn't enough her hands were trembling, her legs were weak under her weight and her stomach was in turmoil. She was a mess! He has made a mess out of her.

"You need to get a grip on yourself, that's what you need to do." She said out loud in a less than calmed tone of voice as she paced around the bedroom. "Just relax; after all it was only a kiss-"

Yeah right, she thought with a bitter snort. Who was she trying to fool? What happened out there has been more than a kiss and she knew it. Yeah, it started with a kiss, but more than just kissing him she just let herself to be touched inappropriately by him. Hell, she even allowed him to… to touch her all over and to put his fingers in her! For God's sake, what was wrong with her?

Lifting one of her hands and running it over the mess she has made of her pony-tail, the WWE Diva closed her eyes and swallowed hard on dry.

Out there she just lost it; she didn't know how it happened and why she allowed it but the fact was that she lost control of her rationality and things just happened. It wasn't just a kiss… if it would have been things wouldn't be so complicated and she would have been now trying to ignore it instead of freaking the hell out.

But no, there were thing you couldn't ignore and what happened with Punk out there… there was no way to ignore that.

"You are so, so stupid." After the thing with Cena blew in her face, she has sworn to herself over and over again that she would never again be in a predicament where one of those guys could end up making a fool out of herself and now look at what happened; of all the guys that worked in the WWE she ended up making out with the worse of them all…

No, the worst was John, she couldn't forget it. That one had the ability of clouding anyone's judgment with his sweet little lies and when the time to turn on you came, he would do it without a second thought and with a smile on his lips.

Because of John she almost lost it all; her friends turned on her, she was on the verge of losing her job and her reputation sunk to the ground.

Not that Punk seemed to be any better but at least he wouldn't lie in her face and laugh about her at her back. No, Punk would instead be brutally honest while John just took a path of lies and deception.

"Still, you shouldn't have let him touch you like that… you don't even like him."

No she didn't; she didn't even find him attractive, his personality left much to be desired and he was just… Punk.

But still, even with the moment gone, she could feel the phantom on his lips on her, the way his tongue rolled against hers was still making her tremble and the memory of the way he touched her was strong enough to keep her swollen and burning.

Not even John has been able to get to her so easily and she has liked John…

Thinking about all that and feeling mortification eating her entrails, the young Diva heard the door of the room being open and her face transformed into a stoic mask while turning towards the noise.

It was Punk, who else could it be? Once he got in, he didn't even bother to close the door behind him.

Blinking slowly and taking notice of the feral glint on his eyes, Eve backed off until her back was to a wall and then she opened her mouth to ask him to leave the same way he came. But no words came out of her parted lips and she just watched him walk straight towards her without being able to say even one word. Then, before she could react accordingly, he was upon her.

"What the fuck you are doing to me?" He asked, his darkening eyes delving deep into hers while his hands rested against the wall at either side of her head.

Eve swallowed hard down, feeling mute under his intense gaze. But still, she managed to form the words and lifting her chin in defiance, she spilled them out. "I'm not doing anything to you."

No, it was him the one doing things to her… he was clouding her judgment, he was making her body react to him even when he mind didn't want to and he was just making her feel confused.

At her words, Punk's eyes lowered to her lips and the tip of his tongue darted out to touch his lip ring. Eve followed the movement with her eyes, her mouth suddenly becoming dry.

"No? And what was that about going out there with nothing with this little thing on?" He asked, his breath caressing her face and his fingers grabbing her robe and pulling lightly at it. "What were you trying to do out there, provoke me?"

The question made Eve gasp in disbelieve because she hadn't been trying to do anything. She didn't even know that he was out there when she walked out as she has been sure that he wasn't going to show up until later on.

"Don't flatter yourself Punk; you are the one trying to accomplish something here by kissing me every chance that you get; but listen to this very well because it's the last time we are going to touch the subject, whatever it is that you are trying to do here, it's not going to work."

"Right," He said, his lips curving into a smirk and his face getting an inch closer. "I forgot that I disgust you so bad that you can barely stand my presence. Maybe that's why you tremble every time that I touch you, because you are so disgusted by me."

At his sarcastic tone, Eve snarled her lips. "Don't test me, Punk, I'm warning you." Now, her voice came out calm and firm, but Punk snorted all the same. "Now back off."

Instead of doing as she commanded, what Punk did was press even harder against her. With that little movement he was now so close that he even had her trapped against his body and the wall and with no way to escape. That right there made a shiver run down her spine and the liquid warm sensation that has been burning in her lower stomach started to flow out of her.

"Let's cut the bullshit right here, right now. I want you, I want you probably as much as you want me so what are we going to do about it?" As he left the question float in the air, Punk grabbed the lace that held her robe together and pulled at it hard enough to make it come undone.

His bluntness left her with no words and she just looked through wide eyes as he pulled the fabric apart to take a good look at her newly exposed flesh; and as his curious eyes wondered down her body, she couldn't help but to think.

What would they do about it? Hopefully nothing, but probably everything.

God, how come that he had the ability of always rendering her speechless and weak? This was not supposed to happen, not now and not in a million years. She wasn't mute, she could tell him to stop… but then again, was that what she really wanted?

Sucking in a breath, she forced her hands to react and she grabbed the edges of her robe to cover herself up, not that it mattered, because as soon as Punk saw what she did he closed the distance that separated them and he just kissed her.

As it always ended up happening, she allowed him the liberty of claiming her lips as his and when his tongue tried to sneak into her mouth, she gave him free access to slide in and stroke her own tongue with it.

That's how it started. The kiss started to escalate in intensity, her robe was once again and opened and his hands sneaked underneath it and to her naked back so that he could press her flush against him.

All that she allowed it to happen, barely aware that her own hands were set into motion touching him. But they were, they just found a way to sneak below his shirt and before she could wrap her mind around it, her fingers were running along the skin of his stomach and up towards his chest.

Wait… she meant to say as she realized the territory they were about to cross, but her words were drowned in his kiss and instead of pulling away and say the words out loud, she just found herself kissing him deeper.

Was she letting sensation rule over her mind? Probably; but her body was already too deep into the moment and she couldn't find a single reason to stop something that felt so good.

It just… it has been so long and as it happened, Punk knew exactly how to touch her and how.

By then and without ending the mind blowing kiss, the man's hands were cupping her from behind and he was even lifting her a little off the floor, pulling her so hard against him that she could feel his erection pressing insistently against center. Yes, because he was conveniently in a position where his hardness was exactly where he wanted it the most.

If it wasn't because she was still wearing her panties and he his pants, he would have probably slipped deep into her core already.

But that was not the case, he was still fully clothed and her underwear, even though wet with her arousal, was still creating a barrier between them.

Pulling away from his lips, Eve took a deep breath and her hands immediately went to his shirt to take it off. He helped her, but when her fingers started to fumble with his belt and then his pants, he just lowered his face and watched her work.

Neither one of them were speaking, not that they needed to; the weight of what has happening was thick and very present in the air and the tension provoked by it could even be breathed into their lungs.

Once the belt was off and his pants unbuttoned and unzipped, Eve looked up to him and as if he was feeling her stare, he looked up as well.

His eyes were wild and almost black in color, his cheeks were tinged with a touch of red and his lips were parted and swollen. He was truly a sight to be seen and she got caught up in the moment.

Was she really doing this? With Punk of all people?

Before she could formulate an answer for that, the Chicago native grabbed her by the waist, lifted her off her feet and placed her over the dresser. Once there he grabbed her thighs, pulled her legs apart and accommodating himself right between them he went back to kissing her.

"We shouldn't be doing this-" She mumbled against his mouth and he took the opportunity to drag his lips down her throat and right towards her chest.

"You think so?" He asked, his tone dark and feral before taking a mouthful of her breast.

Eve moaned at that, her back arching automatically as his tongue lapped at her nipple and his hand squeezed her other breast.

"I really think we should stop." She said with no conviction, her eyes closing and her fingers running through his short hair.

As a response, Punk hummed, his teeth closing lightly over her hard nipple and then sucking it into his mouth until she gasped and threw her head back.

Feeling delirious and needing to feel more, Eve reached between their bodies and searched with her hand until she found his hot and throbbing erection. Once in her hand, she pulled it out through the opening of his boxers and rubbed it against the wetness hiding behind her panties.

"Is this how you want me to stop?" Punk asked, but before she could respond he lifted his head off her breast and holding one of her thighs and pulling it apart to create more space for himself, he snorted.

Eve has no answer for that, she just observed through heavy eyelids as his own eyes were caught up with the sight of her hand stroking him against her core. The moment felt almost obscene and deep in her mind she knew this should be her moment to push him away and take the first flight back home.

Not that she did such a thing, she just let go of him and allowed his hand to push the crotch of her panties away and soon after, his erection was pressing insistently against her most intimate of places.

The pressure made her shiver, and when he started to push in she gasped and bit hard on her lips. Yes, it has been a long time since she engaged in such an act, but she was so wet that he had no problem settling all the way in with a single thrust.

"Fuck." He groaned, his hands moving to her hips and pulling her even more into him.

Eve threw her head back, loving the way she was being filled completely by him. Sure, the whole thing could be wrong and she would probably regret it a thousand times later on, but until then she was going to enjoy it.

Leaning forward and pressing to him, Eve searched for his lips and kissed him. He reciprocated, his tongue caressing hers as he began to thrust into her with a rhythm that started to make Eve moan softly into the kiss.

With his fingers digging into her hips, Punk pulled away from her lips and groaned. "Spread those legs for me, let me fuck nice and hard." He commanded darkly, making Eve tremble before she did as she was told.

When she did, he went all the way in, settling so deep into her core that Eve could even feel his balls slapping against her ass as he moved.

It was too much, the rough feeling of his boxers against her tender flesh, the feeling of his erection filling her completely, the way he was drinking her moans into his kiss… it was just too much. He was making her feel as if she was burning and she was about to lose it.

"You love it, don't you?" He moaned, one of his hands reaching down on her and making his thumb run against her clit.

That did it, one flicker and she felt the pressure let go and next thing she knew she was moaning and shivering against him.

Through it all, she couldn't help but to think how she just forgot how amazing it felt to come undone like that and she almost laughed, thinking that it was ridiculous that she just did it with Punk.

Now, as she rode her climax down, Punk never ceased to thrust into her or to touch her. No, his movements became harder and his thumb never stopped touching her.

The sensation was so amazing that her limbs were failing her, she couldn't feel her legs and she was fighting hard against the need of screaming her pleasure away. It was just… amazing.

"Don't hold it, I want to hear you." He whispered into her ear and then he was dragging her to him until she could no longer feel the dresser underneath her.

A broken gasp escaped her when she realized what he was doing and her legs went to automatically circle around his waist while her arms went around his neck; she didn't want to fall, but more importantly, she didn't want him to slide out of her.

That way, he walked towards the bed and settled her over it, pulling his still engorged member out and kneeling between her parted legs.

"Don't." She mumbled with no shame because the void cause by his retreat caused made her feel empty.

Her response made Punk snort. "Relax, I'm not done with you yet."

After he said that, Eve watched from her place on the bed the way he took of his boxers and her eyes couldn't help but to get caught up with the sight of his erection. It was wet and glistening as it stood proudly flushed against his tight stomach and for some reason, she felt her face blushing.

Once he was done with that, he took off her panties as well and accommodating himself against her once more, he grabbed her waist and pushed back home.

The rest went on the same line; in a symphony of deep breaths, soft moans and intimate words that she would respond encouragingly, Punk began to roll his hips against hers, he her own hips shooting up to meet him half way and thus sending him all the way in into her.

They kissed all the while, but at one point he pulled away from her lips and she felt his movements become erratic and she knew he was close. "I'm going to pull out." He said in a dark tone and she shook her head no.

If he kept going like that, she was going to cum once again and that was something she wanted desperately. True, deep inside she knew that she should let him finish on her stomach or anywhere else that wasn't deep into her because that was way too intimate; but at the same time just thinking of his warm seed filling her up made her insides turn into goo and her mind was made up.

If he was willing, then so was she.

"Don't pull out, I want to feel you…"

Besides, she was on the pill so there was no risk of a little Punk coming out in a few months, hell no; as for other things, she was sure that all the WWE wrestlers were clean so there was no risk of getting sick with something…

"Fuck, Eve… I'm not going to last." Punk groaned, his erection throbbing warm and thick into her and she wrapped her legs tight around him.

Those words were followed by another gasp from his lips and then she felt it, his warm essence sprouting out of him and then her inner walls contracting with the force of another orgasm.

This one was stronger than the last one and this time she did yelped; her eyes rolling, all her muscles tensing and her sex throbbing.

After that time went by in a blur, she was only dimly aware that after he collapsed to her side, he laughed and said something about the whole thing being amazing.

She agreed, feeling slightly embarrassed now that the deed was done. But even though she didn't say anything when he helped her clean up and then when he was back to her side dozing off and holding her close, she just let it happen.

Now, it was the first time since they arrived to China that they silently agreed on their sleeping accommodations and that struck her as ridiculously funny… that was the last thing she remembered thinking before dozing off as well.