A/N: Just in case people thought I was kidding. Yes. There is in fact lots of smut. Starting now. So don't start griping if you see a naughty word – you've been warned! And just in case you skimmed my other note – I can't seem to spell correctly when I have smut brain. So ignore my typos if you see them. I'll fix them eventually.

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Dallas was nice enough to check them both in so he would not have to deal with the desk clerk and her friends. They looked like groupies, and at the way they nudged each other and their high pitched giggles proved him right. So he stayed out of sight until Dallas distracted them long enough for him to sneak to the elevator.

Tomorrow it wouldn't matter. Tonight he just didn't want to be bothered. Taker held the elevator until Dallas caught up. She handed him a keycard. "Room 415. And they are completely booked up. So it's not a suite, but it is a double."

"I don't care either way." Taker heaved a sigh as the elevator stopped at the third floor.

"See you in the morning. I'm turning my cell off so you might want to call my room. I'm in 322." Dallas smiled and stepped off the elevator. Taker watched her walk away until the doors slid shut and sighed again. He was crazy. There was no other explanation for what he was about to do.

He went to his room first, tossed his bag on the bed, and then headed for the stairs. Her room was at the end of the hall nearest the stairwell, which was convenient. Taker knocked at the door and shifted impatiently from foot to foot.

Dallas had set her bag down, and was digging through it, looking for pajamas. She wanted to get comfortable, and then maybe see if room service had any food that looked edible. It was after one in the morning, but according to the brochure that was on the small table, some room service was available 24 hours. And she was hungry.

She had just tugged her shirt over her head when someone knocked at her door. Dallas frowned and went to the door, holding her shirt to her chest. There was a peephole in the door. She peered through the lens for a moment, and shook her head.

"Did you forget something?" Dallas asked as she opened the door a crack. Taker just looked at her, or what he could see of her. Which was about one eye, one ear, and a bare shoulder.

"Yeah. I did." He did not elaborate. Dallas raised an eyebrow. And yelped when he pushed the door. It was either step back or get smacked in the face with it. She chose to move. She didn't get far, just two steps back. Taker crowded in and shut the door behind him. He resolutely flicked the deadbolt without looking.

Dallas had a second to wonder if maybe she was in trouble. And then he was yanking her shirt out of her hands and pulling her against him. She figured she was most definitely in trouble. This time they were alone in her room, with no distractions, minimal chance of being caught, and she was already missing her shirt. When his mouth covered hers, she stiffened up, putting her hands against his chest to push him away.

Taker had somehow managed to unhook the clasp that held her bra closed. Dallas hadn't even noticed he was messing with it. He probed at her mouth with an insistent tongue just as she felt cool air against her chest. And then he had one big hand on her breast. Dallas made a low noise in her throat at the feel of his palm against her skin. He had of course played with her chest on many occasions. But this was the first time he'd gotten past the bra. Taker cupped her in his palm and caught her nipple between his fingers, tugging on it lightly.

Dallas moaned and he took advantage of her sudden approval, touching his tongue against hers. She kissed him back, playing her tongue against his and balling her hands around fistfuls of his shirt. She had time to wonder, and not for the first time, if this was something she could live with if it actually happened. Dallas figured there would be plenty of time to regret getting laid later on. After he went back to his own room, for starters.

He slid his palm up and across her chest, rubbing both nipples. Dallas completely forgot what it was she had been thinking. She rubbed herself against him, and released his shirt to lower her hands and slide them up under the material. She skimmed her fingertips up his belly, over his chest, up, down, and then around to his back to pull him closer. His shirt was getting in her way, so she impatiently leaned away, breaking their kiss, and pulled at his shirt. Taker grunted and got rid of it, tossing it to the floor. He took the pause to pull her bra off her arms.

Taker pulled her close again and let out a shuddery breath as her bare skin touched his. The woman was going to make him lose his control and he hadn't even got all her clothes off yet. He smirked and looked down at her, taking in her full breasts and the way her hard breathing caused her chest to rise and fall. She was a knockout even if she did not realize it. And she was making him crazy without doing much but stroking his back and chest.

Taker suddenly moved, pushing her backward. Dallas went along willingly enough, surprised when her knees bumped the bed. She fell, and he was on top of her before she could catch her breath, kissing her again, rubbing his groin against hers roughly. They were both wearing jeans, so the contact was muffled, and now he wondered if he was pushing hard enough to hurt her as she gasped and squirmed under him. Her nails raked his back, making him growl at the heat that flared through him.

He broke the kiss and slid his mouth down her jaw, onto her neck. He found a sensitive spot, right under her ear, and sucked lightly, listening to the soft moans right against his ear. He bit her lightly, letting his teeth and tongue trail a line down her neck. And he still rubbed himself against her, settled between her legs. If not for the pants, he probably wouldn't be bothering with any kind of foreplay. As it was, it was hard enough not ripping the rest of her clothes off and fucking her senseless.

Taker stopped his hips from moving and slid down her body. He cupped her breast in his hand and squeezed, sucking the nipple into his mouth at the same time. Dallas moaned and squirmed against as he gently bit her sensitive skin, letting his tongue and teeth play against the tight little bud. He switched to the other side, repeating the attention, holding her down when she tried to arch up into him.

He felt her stomach jerk when his fingers slid down her smooth skin to catch at the waistband of her jeans. He yanked and the button came open, followed by the rasp of the zipper. He moved a little and his hand was suddenly inside her jeans, sliding under the silk panties she was wearing, and finding her hot slit. He groaned and pressed a finger against the folds, rubbing through slick flesh until his dexterous fingers found her clit. She muttered thickly as he stroked her, rotating the pad of his middle finger right on top of the most sensitive spot. Dallas whimpered and bucked her hips, her hands tangling in his long hair and yanking almost painfully.

Taker dipped lower with his fingers, feeling how wet she was as he found the tight entrance to her body. He inched a finger inside, closing his eyes at the feel of her muscles clamping down on him. He stroked in and out a few times, the movement hindered by the jeans she was still wearing. He moved a little, pressing the heel of his hand down over her clit. He added a second thick finger to the first, and this time she really did yank his hair hard enough to hurt. He continued sucking at her nipple, looking up into her face as she moved her hips. He kept his hand still, feeling her fuck his fingers, unable to control the rolling movements of her hips.

There was only so much he could take. He pulled his hand back, listening to her frustrated groan. She had been right on the edge, ready to go over, and he stopped. But that was all right. Taker could get her there again. But he wanted to feel it happen with something a little more intimate than his hand. He pulled back and tugged her jeans, yanking them with her panties until they were around her ankles. Her shoes kept them from sliding off. Perfect. He pushed her legs up and roughly parted her thighs, sliding between her legs so that her jeans were at the small of his back. She was effectively stuck with her legs wrapped around him.

Dallas was watching him, an enigmatic smile tilting the edges of her lips. Taker fumbled at his own waistband, and finally got it, sighing in relief as the pressure eased off his erection. Taker was braced over her with one hand, and with the other he guided the head of his cock along her slit. She moaned and rubbed herself up against him, using her trapped legs as leverage.

Taker was pretty sure he had reached the point of no return as soon as he'd knocked on her door, but he had to ask. "You sure you wanna do this?"

Dallas snorted and met his eyes. Usually she had dark blue eyes, now they had darkened with sexual hunger, to near black. That was really all the answer he needed. Hearing her actually say it, when she spoke a breathless 'fuck me, Mark' was an added bonus that just fueled his lust. With that he was done playing around. He shifted one more time, found her entrance with the head of his cock, and drove the length home in one thrust. She hissed out a breath and whimpered as he slid experimentally in and out. She was so tight and hot, and wet, he couldn't help it. He bucked his hips against hers suddenly, erratically, not able to stop once the sensation of being inside her washed over him.

Taker shifted, angled his thrusts, and pounded into her harder, drawing out breathy moans of pleasure as Dallas squirmed and squeezed him tighter inside her body. She tilted her hips, pressing the heels of her shoes against his ass so not only was he slamming into her over and over, the top of his shaft was rubbing against her clit. Her soft moans got louder as he braced his hands and kept the pace hard and steady. She gripped his upper arms and dug her nails in suddenly, a drawn out moan of release came from her as she climaxed with him buried inside her. It happened so fast and so hard the Dallas actually saw stars as the pleasurable sensations took over.

Taker held still, sucking in his breath at the feel of her orgasm. And that was all it took to put him over the edge. He groaned as her inner walls milked him dry, pressing as tight as he could against as he came inside her. His arms shook with the effort of his release, and he semi-collapsed, falling sideways and mindful of his weight. Dallas laughed breathlessly at his contented moan.

"Please don't fall asleep on top of me. I can't feel my legs…" She managed to say, trying to ease herself to a more comfortable position.

"I'm not gonna sleep just yet." He rumbled in her ear. He flexed his hips, drawing attention to the fact that he was still inside her, still hard, and still ready to go. Dallas's snicker turned into a moan as he moved again. She completely forgot about her numb legs.