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Desperation

Wednesday morning, Marissa couldn't seem to get a thing right. She knew she was on edge. The director kept telling her to relax but all she could think about was getting all of her scenes completed so that she could get out of there. But at the rate she was going they would still be there next week. No matter how hard she tried, she seemed to lose concentration half way through the scene and then stuff it up completely. It was nearing 11 and the director had told her to take a break and pull herself together. She'd never been this bad before. Even on the first day she'd managed to at least get some things right. She was walking towards her dressing room with her head bowed and was on the verge of tears. She knew it wasn't the director's fault but it just seemed that everything was going wrong, when suddenly she was grabbed by a pair of hands just before she collided with the person in front of her.

"Hey. Careful there."

She looked up into the eyes of J.B. Connell. She quickly tried to blink away the excess moisture that was threatening to fall from her eyes. "Sorry."

J.B. looked at her concerned, taking in the forlorn look on her face. "Hey what's wrong.?"

"Sorry. I'm not having a good day. I can't seem to get anything right." Marissa explained.

"So it's just work?" J.B. asked. "Nothing to do with Ryan?" He added. He really liked this couple. Ryan was like the son he never had … and Marissa … well Marissa put a smile on Ryan's face that he had never seen before. And he wanted it to stay there. He didn't want to see them fall apart as so many did when they were put under the pressure of all the public scrutiny. He'd seen all the reports about them and the little girl in the newspaper and he wondered what was going on? He'd thought about calling Ryan and asking but he knew that Ryan was a very private person and he'd tell him if and only if it suited Ryan. Part of the reason for his visit to the set was that he'd thought that Marissa may be able to shed some light on things but from the state she was in he couldn't bring himself to ask her.

"Ryan who?" Marissa asked. She saw so little of him these days that it felt like the right thing to ask.

"Um …" J.B. was shocked. Were things even worse than he'd imagined? "Atwood." He finished.

Marissa sighed. "Sorry ... I just haven't seen very much of him recently. It seems whenever I'm free he isn't and today he was going to take the day off but I'm working." She shrugged. "I'm starting to forget what he looks like." Marissa exaggerated as she tried to force a smile.

"I see. So where is he today?" J.B. asked.

"At work. There wasn't much point in him having the day off when I'm here. I'd been hoping that I could wrap up my scenes early but I can't seem to get anything right. I think I'll be here all night." Marissa added.

"Maybe you just need a break." The older man suggested.

"That's what the director said. I'm just heading to my dressing room now."

"Well why don't you take off and see Ryan?" J.B. asked.

"What? Now?" Marissa asked. "I'm sure he meant like a 10 minute break. It would take me twice that just to get to Ryan's office."

"Yeah. Now. Go on. I'll cover for you. It's nearly lunch time." He looked at his watch. "Well … sort of ... give or take an hour. Just make sure you're back here by 1 or you'll have me in trouble too."

Marissa looked at him trying to figure out whether he was serious or not. Maybe he was just pulling her leg.

"Go on. The longer you stand there, the less time you spend with Ryan." He added.

Marissa didn't need to be asked again. She flew into her dressing room and quickly changed out of her costume and grabbed her bag. She didn't care about the make up or her hair or anything else. She was going to see Ryan. That was all that mattered.

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As soon as she left the parking lot at the studio she called Annabel.

"Annabel. It's Marissa. Is Ryan there?"

"Yeah he is. But I should warn you, he's like a bear with a sore head today. He can't get anything right and he seems to want to blame it on everyone else. I've never seen him like this. But if you're game, I'll put you through." Annabel replied.

"No don't. I'm coming to visit but I'd like it to be a surprise." Marissa smiled. She thought she knew what it was that was ailing Ryan. She had the same problem herself. Sexual frustration was a powerful thing. "Does he have anyone with him?" she asked.

"No one would be game. We're all steering clear." Annabel assured Marissa.

"Well can you make sure it stays that way? I'll be there in about 15 minutes. And if you know what's good for you, you'll make sure that nothing and no one interrupts us for at least an hour."

"Okay." Annabel replied, thinking that as long as she didn't need to go anywhere near Ryan then she'd be happy to comply with Marissa's wishes.

"Just make sure he doesn't leave before I get there this time. I'd prefer it to be a surprise but if you have to, then tie him to his chair to stop him from leaving." Marissa added thinking that maybe that could be fun anyhow. She spent the rest of the drive thinking about what exactly she would do to him if, when she arrived, Annabel had in fact tied him up. The possibilities were endless.

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When Marissa arrived she went straight to Ryan's floor. She walked passed Annabel and barely hesitated. She was a woman on a mission.

Annabel stopped her with her words. "Marissa he's not in there."

"What?" Marissa turned on Annabel ready to let loose.

"He's just gone to the bathroom." Annabel stated quickly before Marissa started in on her. It seemed that Marissa and Ryan were both suffering from the same bad mood she thought. "Mind you I don't want to imagine what he's thinking about me right now. I put him through the third degree about where he was going and how long he would be. He bit my head off and then told me it was none of my business. But I followed him. You'd better explain it was all you're idea and that I was only following orders." Annabel added.

Marissa relaxed a little. "Okay. I'll wait in his office. Just make sure he comes straight back and don't tell him I'm there." Marissa stated and then made her way inside. She wanted to close the door and prepare herself but she knew that Ryan would notice the closed door so instead she stood behind the door and slipped her thong off and stuffed it in her bag. She contemplated slipping a few more things off but stopped herself. The door was still open. What if someone else came in before Ryan? She'd just have to stand there quietly and wait.

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Ryan walked back to his office. As he passed by Annabel it was on the tip of his tongue to really go off at her. As if his day wasn't going badly enough already, she'd interrogated him about his bathroom habits and now she was sitting there grinning like a Cheshire cat. He wanted to yell at somebody, anybody, so why not her? The only thing that stopped him was the thought that he needed Skip to take them to San Fran on the weekend. If he upset Annabel then no doubt it would get back to Skip and he would give him a hard time about it. Maybe he'd leave it for now and just have a talk with Skip about her and her strange behaviour later.

He walked in to his office and as he made his way to his desk he heard the door close behind him. He turned to see what had caused it when his eyes fell upon … Marissa.

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As soon as he was through the door, Marissa pushed it shut and locked it. She turned to him just as he turned back to look at her.

Not stopping to ask how or why; he covered the distance between them in an instant and took her in his arms; his mouth finding hers as they hungrily devoured one another. Their mouths and tongues were relentless … touching … tasting. Ryan slammed her up against the door as his hands started to move over her … stroking … caressing. The woman he loved was here … in the flesh. He felt like he was dreaming. But this was better than any dream.

Marissa quickly reached for his belt and made quick work of getting his belt and fly undone and his pants and boxers pushed down around his knees; her need for him blocking out all other conscious thought. Ryan sensed her impatience and moved his hands up the outside of her thighs and under her skirt only to find … nothing. He smiled through the kiss as he felt for her. She was moist and ready and he picked her up and thrust into her in almost a single movement, crashing her against the door. Marissa wrapped her legs around him pulling him further into her. Nothing in their lives had ever felt so good.

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Annabel watched in horror as something thumped against the door of Ryan's office and it shook on its hinges. She wondered what was happening in there. She knew they were both angry about something but … When it came again moments later and then again … and again … she was concerned about whether the petitioning would be able to stand the onslaught that was obviously taking place from inside the room. But she couldn't help but smile as she realised what was causing it. It became obvious from the rhythm they'd found. All she could think was that maybe Ryan wouldn't be quite so … tense … this afternoon.

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When they were finally done, Ryan staggered back the few steps and collapsed into his chair taking Marissa with him. He still had his shirt and tie on but his pants were now around his ankles. Marissa was still fully dressed – at least to all external appearances. Between kisses Ryan asked. "What are you doing here?"

"You." She smiled kissing back. "Complaining?"

He unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra as he continued his assault with his mouth. Talking between the kisses he commented. "Anytime I can be of service, just let me know." He smiled and her heart melted.

"Well now that you mention it … " Marissa stated as she moved her hips to grind herself into his already reawakening manhood.

Ryan needed no more encouragement as he plunged back inside her. His mouth covered hers to muffle her cries as they moved together trying to satiate their need for one another.

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A short time later, when speech was again possible, Ryan asked. "So I gather things went well this morning if you've finished already?"

Marissa laughed. "No they were actually terrible. I couldn't get anything right. So J.B. told me to take a break. I have to be back there by 1." She replied.

Ryan looked at his watch. "So this is just a booty call?"

Marissa smiled. "You could say that …. But I do love you." She added for good measure.

Ryan laughed. It felt like it had been a long time since he had really felt like laughing. "Yeah … you only love me for my body."

Marissa chuckled. "And your brain. I really love your brain."

"My brain hey?" Ryan teased. "Well my brain is trying to figure out if we have enough time to ..?" he asked shyly, indicating his desk with a nod of his head.

Marissa smiled. How could he be shy at a time like this? He really was adorable. "Absolutely." she answered as she stood up from his lap and shimmied out of her skirt. She started to move the things on his desk to one side and then deliberately stood in front of him and bent over the desk pretending to be reaching for something on the far side.

Ryan smiled as she wiggled her naked derriere in front of his face. He quickly stood and answered her unspoken invitation as he moved his hands over her hips and nudged back at her opening. He was slowly easing himself inside her until Marissa suddenly moved back along his length, impatient to have him fill her completely. He held her hips as he moved within her. Marissa grabbed his tie that she had stripped from him earlier and stuffed it in her mouth to try to muffle the sounds of ecstasy that she knew she would be unable to stifle as Ryan brought them to a monumental climax and they collapsed together on top of the desk.

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They could both barely move and yet … they wanted to make the most of this time together. Who knew when the next opportunity would arise? When Ryan was able to move again, he withdrew and said. "When do you need to get going?"

Marissa glanced at the clock. She turned to look back over her shoulder at him and responded shyly. "Maybe we have time for 1 more?"

Ryan's smile broke into a huge grin. "Far be it from me to deny …." He was cut off by Marissa's mouth as it closed over his and she pulled him on top of her. She had rolled over and was now on her back on top of his desk. He willingly complied and wondered in the back of his mind how he would ever be able to work in this office again.

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A short time later they were both trying to get dressed when Marissa started to giggle.

"What's so funny?" Ryan asked as he turned to her. He had been attempting to put his tie back on. But he was having difficulties; he seemed to be all thumbs.

He'd thought about just leaving it off since it had bite marks on it from being stuffed in Marissa's mouth but he had a huge hickey on his neck that he was trying to cover so he needed to persevere.

Marissa giggled again. "I'm so floppy. My limbs don't seem to be able to do the simplest tasks. I've been trying to get my thong back on for the last couple of minutes. But my hands and legs don't seem to be able to both work at the same time." She replied, giggling again as she did so. "I think I now know what it means to be 'loose as a goose'."

Ryan joined in with a chuckle as he watched her fumbling attempts. "You felt pretty tight to me." Ryan replied "But do you need me to give you a hand? I'm sure I could …" he asked.

"Nooo. You stay right away. I know what happens when you get near me. Your like this huge magnet that sucks me in … And much as I enjoy it, I have to get back to work. I can't be late." Marissa replied as she finally managed to accomplish her task.

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Ryan walked Marissa to the lift to say good bye. As the doors were about to close he changed his mind and stopped the doors and entered the lift with her.

"I decided I wasn't ready to say good bye just yet." He said as he took her back into his arms.

"So what? Are you coming back to the studio with me?" Marissa teased.

"I don't think I can do anymore 'coming' with you just for a little while. I need to recover." He smiled.

"Ah. But I know that your recover very quickly. In fact I bet if I …." Marissa said reaching for his belt again.

Ryan pulled back. "Not here. Plus if we do, you will definitely be late."

"Okay." She replied with a playful pout. "But you better have recovered by tonight. Cause I'll be looking for the next round."