Author's Notes: This chapter is longer than the rest, but sadly we are nearly at the end of The Perfection of Sin. Not to worry everyone, I shall be working on another story straight after. It'll probably be a one-shot though. Once again I'd like to thank everyone for reading the story, reviewing and favouriting it. :)

P.S. Many thanks to my good friend for pointing out some errors in the previous chapters. I've gone back and amended them!

Stephanie sat on her bed with her laptop in front of her, typing out the assignment that Chris had given the class earlier that day. Love. A simple four letter word but could be misused in so many ways. It had deceit attached to it. It had passion and happiness as well. The former was the story of her life. Guys had thrown around the word 'love' and every time she believed it. They would say that they loved her just to try and get into her pants but she rejected the advances. By that time most of them were completely out of their heads from drinking so much alcohol, and she finally saw the error of her ways and dumped the sorry losers.

Had Stephanie McMahon ever had sex? No. What she did with Chris was pure animalistic instinct. She couldn't justify giving the jerks who put her down at every chance they got the pleasure of seeing her fully naked body, the pleasure of actually having sex with her. She knew that nothing was special about her through her own eyes, an average looking girl Steph would always say. She wasn't vain, she didn't have a big ego and she lacked in self confidence. The thought of having Chris Irvine looking at her naked made her blush but yet she was severely nervous too. Would I be good in bed? Would he be horrified at seeing my naked body? Those thoughts plagued her mind, unable to write any more of the assignment, until her head hit the pillow and she was sound asleep.

A soft buzzing noise made Steph stir from her sleep and she realised that her cell phone was going off on the pillow beside her. She waited until her eyes adjusted to the darkness of what the night brought and opened the text message which laid in waiting.

Steph, honey, I miss you. I hope you're alright after earlier. Don't be scared, no one knows. C xx

She felt giddy. Her heart was racing twice its normal speed and genuine smile was etched on her face. It could be the start of a very happy relationship indeed.

Chris didn't expect a reply from Stephanie; he had sent the text message at 2 o'clock in the morning. He couldn't sleep. His mind kept wandering back to the fierce vixen that was sitting on his lap – twice! – that day. He was truly grateful that the weekend was finally approaching as he knew that his mind wouldn't let him sleep.

Oh how wrong he was. The more he thought about Stephanie, the more tired he became. It was like she was wearing him down mentally and physically, and he wondered if she would be a hard one to keep up with in the bedroom. The thoughts became increasingly dirty as time passed on and he kept shuffling about in his bed until sleep finally took him.

"Stephanie, what are you doing here?" He watched the young lady lean against the door frame as Chris' eyes were still wide from shock.

Steph had trouble keeping her eyes above Chris' waist; having him standing there in just his boxers was pure temptation. "I wanted to see you." Her voice was heavy with lust which sent shivers down Chris' spine along with the chill coming from outside. "Can I come in?" He nodded and stepped aside, letting the brunette enter his home.

Chris locked the front door behind him and stood against it, his arms crossed over his naked chest. "And what do I owe the pleasure of you being here?" A smirk played across his facial features and Steph moaned at the sight she was getting. She wanted to run her hands down his chest slowly, inching closer and closer to the waistband of his boxers and dip one hand inside to feel him... She licked her lips, making sure that he was watching every move she made, and walked closer to him.

Her hips swayed with every step she took and she registered Chris' reactions as she got closer. His eyes felt heavy as he watched this goddess stalk towards him and he couldn't wait any longer; he needed to feel her body against his. As soon as Stephanie was within arm's reach he grabbed her wrists and pulled her towards him, turning them around so Steph's back was pressed firmly against the wooden door, the silky material of her thigh length dress caressing Chris' skin.

His lips quickly found her mouth, kissing her deeply as she moved her hands through his short blonde hair roughly. His hands found the edge of her dress and hiked it up, his thumbs teasing the waistband of her panties and finally pushed them down. The offending material moved swiftly down Stephanie's long legs and hit the floor with a silent thud. Chris' lips stop their assault on hers, his hands moving down Steph's body as he began to kneel on the floor in front of her feeling each curve on her body. She lifted her dress over her head and threw it on the ground in a careless pile along with her panties. Chris looked up for permission and Steph nodded quickly. She wanted this man on her and in her...

Chris bolted upright in his bed and roughly raked his hand through his hair, his breathing heavy. He had never had a dream like that in his life that he could remember of. It left him wanting more and more. After his breathing had settled down he settled back on his pillows, his head resting on the wall and the sheet baring his upper body. Chris rested his eyes, thinking back to the dream and what delights it brought his mind and his body. As a hand slipped underneath the sheet his mind went into overdrive... until he heard a familiar ringing tone beside him.