A/N: Finally, Roselle and I found breathing room to write. And now… WE CAN'T GET OUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER. Hahahahaha!

Just an extra warning before devouring this chapter up… THIS IS PURELY "M-rated". We assume that prior to reading this, you know and UNDERSTAND the implications of such rating. So don't hunt us down if you suddenly find yourselves offended in any way.

I leave it to that. Enjoy and prepare the cold shower lol!

Stella's thankful for the coat under her rump. With the sensations Mac was giving her, she's sure to have carpet burns. She's had boyfriends in the past that performed things with their fingers and tongues to her. It felt good yet she felt dirty afterwards. But with Mac and what he's doing now… it felt complete… and loved?

"Oh Mac… yeah, right there," she moaned, digging her hands in his hair. "Oh so…good!" Her grip on his head tightened, signaling another earth-shattering orgasm. Her third one so far.

Mac kissed her way back up her body. She could feel his readiness against her thigh. She decided it was time for payback. While Mac was nuzzling her neck, she reached down and gave him one firm stroke from root to tip. He gave out a lusty moan giving Stella the signal to keep going. She kept a steady pace, alternating in tightening and loosening her hand. When Mac started to thrust faster, she said in the sexiest voice she could, "Mac?"

He planted a kiss on her lips, their tongues dancing. She tasted herself on him – something she found weird before but now, the most erotic thing ever. When their eyes met, he saw the question in them. "No, Stella," he panted, stilling her hand. "You're too special for that." She smiled sweetly just when her eyes posted another question.

He sat up and placed her legs on either side of him. It was time. If they don't do it now, the professionalism of the lab might prevent them from doing so ever. "Protection?" he whispered, drawing circles on her inner thigh. The sight of her spread like that in front of him was overwhelming. And she was all his.

Stella took his hand and placed it on her chest right above her heart. "I'll take the chance, Mac, if you take it with me."

Her absolute confession of trust reduced his insides to mush. He moved his hand to her right breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Okay," he whispered. Wrapped her legs around him as he covered her body with his. "You ready?" he said as he prodded her most opening with the tip of his manhood.

She slammed her lips on his as he slid inside in one slow stroke. She doubted that the soundproofing of the elevator car was enough to mask her cries of pleasure. Mac gave her a moment to adjust to him as well as taking in the warm and tight sensation surrounding him. "So full," she panted, bidding him to move. He thrust shallowly at first; he was sure that he's not going to last long after what they have been doing earlier.

Mac stared at Stella's face, contorting from the pleasure she's feeling. That only fuelled his passion because he knew that he's the one giving her that feeling. Her nails are raking down his back; marks are inevitable. But he didn't care. The only thing that mattered now was the woman beneath him, moaning and panting his name in pleasure. "Stella… I love you," he gasped near her ear. "I love you…" he repeated, bracing himself on his elbows to gaze at her beautiful eyes.

Tears sprung from her eyes. The man she's fantasized for so long, now with her, inside her, professing his feelings to her. His sweet murmurs served to push her to the brink. "Mac, faster… love you, baby," she cried out loud as she tightened around him. Mac's thrusting became faster as he felt that familiar tingling in his balls.

Stella pulled him even closer – if that was possible – when he climaxed. She held him inside of her as they both came down from their respective highs. She could feel his warmth inside her, and it was a satisfying sensation. She broke the silence, "Still with me, Mac?" He tried to disentangle from her but she kept her legs tight around his waist. "Not yet, please…" He rolled to his side, taking her with him. Her eyes were still closed.

They lay panting like that for a moment, memorizing each other's faces in passion and aftermath of lovemaking. The same thought ran through their minds, "Will this happen between us again?" Their joint contemplation was interrupted by the shrill ring of Stella's phone.

"Damn," Stella mumbled turning her back from him and reaching for her discarded pants. That action made Mac slip out from her. "Double damn," she thought. She twisted her body and reached across the elevator car. Mac nipped her butt making it hard for her to flip open her phone. "Mac… not tired yet?" she joked.

"Barely," he chuckled. "Who's that anyway?"

"Messer," she sighed. "Yup, Danny?" Stella settled back into Mac's arms. "Should you remind us every hour? Yes, I am aware of that. Mac?" she paused. "He's… he's… sleeping," she stammered. It was getting hard to think when the man in question is fondling her again. "Yes, of course, Mac sleeps. Do you have any idea how hot it is here?"

"I do," Mac said. He gestured to her that he'll be talking to Danny. "Danny, yeah – how is it?" he immediately said sitting up.

Stella stared up at the man beside her. "How does he do that?" she asked herself for the second time today. "One moment ago, he was moaning and losing it with her in the throes of passion. Now, he's in boss mode again, as if nothing happened," she said to herself, twirling her hair on her finger. She laughed inwardly at the thought of Mac talking to Danny over the phone in his birthday suit. She turned to her stomach and tried her hardest to suppress her laughter when she thought about her current state.

Mac noticed her laughing and swatter her lightly on her bottom. "All right, then. Thank you," he said quickly and clicked off. His hand never left her bottom yet she was still laughing. "Okay, give."

"I'm just wondering what Danny's face would look like if he finds out that we talked to him in the buff," she admitted, her face red from laughter. He eased himself behind her and they actually cuddled. Mac's right hand cupped her breast and began to knead. Like a robot, Stella's hips began to move against his groin. "Mac…" she whined, "I think I'm going to have a headache." It was an excuse – after all, they only have an hour until they're 'rescued' from the elevator.

Well how's that? School's been a bit forgiving. I've finally chosen the course where I'll be shifting to. BA ANTHROPOLOGY! Wish me luck, guys!

Now, I gotta go shower.