So here we are once again with a new story for you. Again, I've already finished the story and if you guys like it enough, I'll post a new chapter every few days. I hope you guys like this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. And just and FYI, I took liberty with the time line and how quickly or slowly things happened. Well, lets get right into it. Enjoy! =^.^=

I moaned his name as I rocked back on his hips. I pressed my hands flat against his hard sweat streaked abs, using them as leverage to keep my rhythm. He groaned as he slid his hot hands up my thighs to my hips. His fingertips dug into my skin, helping me keep the torrid pace. He groaned again.

"Mmm…God, princess. You feel so damn good." I smiled, stroking my hands up his chest and off his shoulders. I planted my hands by his head. I leaned in, pressing my naked chest against his. I kissed him deeply.

"So do you, sugar." He brushed his fingertips up my spine, making goose bumps pop out all over my skin, despite the heat our joined bodies were giving off. He snaked an arm around my back and buried a hand in my hair, holding me tight against his body and pulling me back in to kiss me. Really, it was just to distract me. He tucked me closer and rolled us over. I pulled back. He smirked down at me.

"You sneaky shit." He dropped his head, hovering just a breath above my lips. "I wasn't finished." I told him.

"That's just too bad, princess." He moved away from my mouth to press kisses across my cheek to my ear. "It's my turn." I moaned his name again, dropping my head back, exposing the smooth column of my throat to his scalding kisses, as he started to rock himself in and out of my body. I fisted my hand in his hair and wrapped an arm around him to lay a hand flat on his back, loving the feel of his muscles flowing under it as his thrusts got harder and faster.

"Oh…yes…oh God!" I cried out his name as my release hit me just seconds before his hit him. He groaned as he collapsed on me. We lay there breathless for a moment before I smiled at him. He grinned back when I leaned in to kiss him.

"I love you Em." He whispered softly to me, earning him another kiss.

"I love you too."

Sometime later, around dawn, I kissed him goodbye and snuck out of his room and headed back to mine. And no, this is not one of those walks of shame. I'm not sneaking because he's married, I'm not either for that matter. He and I are in a legitimate relationship. Hell, we've been together for almost two and a half years now. We even live together. It's just that…we're not allowed to be together.

You see, he's a Superstar for the WWE and me, I'm just a lowly personal assistant. It's written into everyone's contract that 'Talent' is NOT to have a personal relationship with the 'Back Office'. And wouldn't you know it. Anyone that isn't 'Talent' (Superstars, Divas, announcers, managers and refs) is considered 'Back Office' and that's exactly where I fall.

We keep our relationship private because neither of us wants me to loose my job. We both love seeing each other everyday, even though we don't get to be alone as often as we'd like to. Even my family didn't know that we were together. Do you know how hard it is to keep something like that from your family?

Now, if I was a Diva, like my sister Fallon, our relationship would be perfectly fine. Everyone we worked with knew that Fallon and Randy were together and no one questioned a thing. But I'm nothing like Fallon. I don't want to be a Diva. I don't want to be in the spotlight. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a blend into the background kinda girl, I make my voice heard and my opinions known but I have no desire to get in the ring. What I really wanted to do was write for the company but everyone has to start somewhere right? Plus, if I had never taken this position I never would have met him.

I tried to smile to myself as I pulled out the keycard to my room. My half smile quickly faded into a deep sigh as the sadness I felt every time we left each other hit me. This wasn't fare to either of us to have to hide. But what could we do? I leaned my head against the cool wood of the door. What I really wanted to do was tell somebody, anybody how I felt.

I, Emery Harper, was in a forbidden love with a Superstar.

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