Well guys, sorry for the long wait! I'm not even going to lie here, I've been so lazy and didn't feel like updating cause I didn't know how to write this chapter. I suck at sex scenes, so I must have write this 3-4 times. I think it came out alright, but you guys are the judges lol Also, english is not my first language, so bear with me a little lol. Enjoy :) LAST CHAPTER!

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They were all alone and yet, no one made a move nor spoke a word, letting the bittersweet silence reign in the hotel room. His arms around her waist, her back molding perfectly to his chest; it was so warm and comforting. Letting out a shaky breath, Stephanie wondered if it was a good idea to show up at his hotel room; sure, in any other occasion she would have been thankful for them to be separated from privy eyes, only that this time, it started to feel a bit awkward.

She could feel her own desire for the man currently holding her, but the mood of the room was anything but naughty or lusty; it was sad and she felt that something inside her broke. She felt guilty, guilty for not noticing him more at work; how devoted to his job he was, how much of a good employee he was and yet, he didn't get anything out of it, he stayed as a mid carter until he made his famous speech that started what fans like to call "The summer of Punk".

The silence started to feel heavier as the time went, the only thing she could feel was his warm arms around her and his low breath hitting her head. She wants to convince him to stay, not to quit with the WWE. They need him and the contrary would have been a big lie.

"My decision is made, Steph, I'm leaving. I've dealt with too much bullshit and now I'm tired. The company had 5 years to change this, to make me reach my full potential, but it never happened. To be honest, if it weren't for the fans, I would say I've been wasting my time".

Steph bit her lower lip, silently agreeing with all he just said, he was right. Now if she could only convince him to stay.

"It's not too late, Punk. We can make it happen." She gently argued.

"I don't think so. I'm so fed up, I'm not returning." He replied, his tone exasperated.

She turned around in his embrace and looked him straight in the eyes; his gorgeous hazel eyes. She never told him that, but she absolutely loved them; it added to his charm. Some women would think that men with beards, tattoos, percings and bags under the eyes have no charm or be considered sex symbols, but yet, the man wouldn't have any problems to get women at his feet, that she was sure of.

"What about your fans?" she asked, happy to feel his hands still on her, situated on her back and hips.

"I don't know, maybe they'll follow me wherever I go. Guess we'll have to see." Was his replied as he shrugged.

"So that's what you want to do, take our viewers away to get back a us?" she asked, irritation finally getting the best of her.

"Where did you get an idea like that?" he asked, a bit surprised at the sudden outburst.

"It's pretty obvious that it is what you've planned to do. Talk about an employee of example!" now her eyes held anger and Punk was seriously wondering what the fuck was wrong with this woman; was she really freaking out about fans?

"Now, I'd say your on the verge to be considered paranoid, Steph" he mumbled just loud enough for her to hear. His hands left her body as Punk took a step back. He knew this woman was well known in the WWE for her deadly slaps and he didn't feel like getting one.

"So if those are not your intentions, you will sign a new contract with us, right?" she answer, her eyes trying to decipher Punk's facial expression.

"No I won't" he replied calmly.

"We'll give you what you want, Punk. Just sign, please" now she was sounding desperate. He was now wondering where the tough business woman he'd known for years was; because quite frankly, she didn't look so tough at the moment.

"Look Steph, I don't know how much more clearer I can make myself, but I don't intend to come back, I've had my fair share of drama."

Words wouldn't do and Steph was now aware of that. She remembered the episode of the office "meeting" between to two of them. Maybe she can convince him that way, yes, it might. She shook away the nagging feeling that she was gonna offer herself to a man so he would sign back with her company; that may be listed under whoring, but she couldn't care less right now. She had to get him to sign at all cost or they would drop in ratings and she didn't want that.

Punk's eyes never left her face as he wondered what she was thinking about. Whatever it was, she seemed in conflict with herself, but sure at the same time. He didn't know how it was possible, but he decided not to dwell on that.

What he didn't expect was Stephanie to grab his face with both hands and press her soft lips on his. Punk didn't know how to respond or act, he was somewhat paralysed by the sudden movement while Steph tried to make him participate in the kiss by licking his bottom lips, her tongue slowly making his way on the small ring that adorned his lip. Steph liked the sensation a bit too much; she repeated the action, which brought Punk out of his stupor.

"Steph, wait" he breathed, grabbing her arms lighty and pushing her away slightly to be able to look into her eyes.

"What is it Punk? Last I remember, you more than liked what almost happened in my office the other day" she smirked, the feral glint into her eyes tempting him to give in.

"I…I know, but that was different then" he said, trying to come up with a good excuse, because right now, he wasn't in his right mind because of the events that happened earlier…as well as the unhidden flame of lust dancing into her eyes.

"I don't see what difference you're talking about. There was only us in a locked room…just like we are now. Admit it Punk, if it wouldn't have been for my husband's interruption, we wouldn't have stopped." Stephanie whispered seductively into his ear, the intensity making Punk take a deep breath to gather his thoughts into something coherent.

But it was almost impossible with her so close to him; her nails slowly dragging on his shirt covered back and most importantly, her lips grazing the skin of his neck. Truth be told, if he wouldn't be holding back, he'd be fucking this woman carelessly on the door and let his wildest side out. It took everything in him to not do it; but with each passing seconds, it proved to be harder and harder to suppress his raw desire.

"Steph…I…" he tried, but his voice disappeared when her lips found his jaw, her teeth nipping on it. Punk closed his eyes and took another deep breath, but it was a bad idea; now it was like he could smell her desire and it was intoxicating. He didn't think he had it in him to hold back anymore.

"Yes Punk?" her husky voice made his manhood twitch ever so slightly, making Punk growl lowly in his throat. He brought the woman's face right before his with those tattooed hands and looked deeply into her burning orbs. He knew he couldn't win, that day they have been interrupted left him very annoyed and now, it was like all the sexual tension from that day was coming back stronger than before.

Who cares if the woman is one of his ex-boss? Who cares if the woman is married? And most importantly, who cares if the woman is his ex-boss who's married to his other ex-boss? Quite frankly, he couldn't care less. She was offering herself despite his previous reticences. He would just say fuck it and do it.

With that being clear in his mind, Punk did what Stephanie did to him a few moments ago; he brought her face to his, but unlike what he did, she returned the kiss. She kissed him back with all she had and soon, tongues met and fought for dominance. Her hands were glued to his hair; her fingers intertwined with the short locks of dark brown hair. However, Punk had only one hand lost in the chestnut colored hair while his other one was splayed on her back, keeping her close even thought she didn't plan on moving away.

Soon, his hand moved lower until he found the hem of her shirt, then moving his hand back up but only this time, being under her shirt. Her skin was hot and soft, which made him groan appreciatively. Breaking the kiss and leaving them breathing heavily, Punk used both hands to lift her shirt over her head, throwing it carelessly away somewhere in his hotel room. Not wanting to be left behind, Steph took the initiative of taking his off with his help and soon, her eyes gleamed, pleased with the naked and colourful chest in front of her eyes. Punk smirked as he saw the black lacy bra that left almost nothing to imagination.

He decided that he didn't want to waste too much time, so he dived and started to plant kisses along her neck after backing her against the wall. Pleasantly shocked by the sudden move, Steph gasped upon finding his lips on her neck; nibbling, licking and kissing her tender flesh. Punk lifted her pencil black skirt in order to be able to put her legs around him. The contact of her burning center against his jean covered manhood sent shivers down both their spines as another passionate, raw kiss began. She slowly felt him stir awake, the bulge pressing against her in the most delicious way.

She moaned into the kiss as Punk pushed against her, giving her a feel of what will happen in a matter of minutes. Punk started to trail kisses down her throat to the mounds of flesh that weren't covered by the bra, then, unclasped it with ease. Just like their shirts, the bra laid somewhere on the floor, to be found later on. Punk then moved them to the bed, climbing on it on his knees while still supporting her against him. He moved up the bed before laying her down, his lips not leaving her neck.

He circled one nipple with his lips, letting his tongue tease the hardening bud while one of his hands held her hips and the other was near her head where his forearm kept him from crushing her. After playing with one nipple, he applied the same attention to the other, making the woman beneath him moan softly at the action.

Her fingers were gripping his head, keeping him there, but not with enough force to stop him from moving since he started to go lower, licking and kissing his way down her abdomen. The light stubble covering his jaw and cheeks created a sensation that she secretly enjoyed way too much. Then, when his mouth reached the waist line of her skirt, he groped around for the zipper and upon finding it, he immediately lowered it. Sending her a wolfish grin, he lowered her skirt inch by inch, then moving from between her legs, he completely took it off; the piece of clothe completely forgotten as soon as it left his hand.

Finally, her last piece of clothing had yet to be discarded, but he took a moment to enjoy the sight before him. He loved that black laced thong, but it just had to go off. With that done, he dropped kisses on her tights; each going closer to her center. Her fingers found his head again as she urged him to go to the place she wanted the most.

"Someone is eager, I see" he grinned, teasing her by letting the fingers of his left hands roam her inner tights, but avoiding the little bundle of nerves that just asked attention. She whined each time he would pass close without touching it.

"Stop teasing" she ordered, her voice laced with mad lust.

"I'm sure you forgot to say please" he teased her, enjoying as she bucked her hips in hope to appease the ache between her legs.

"Stop fucking teasing me, please" she growled.

"Much better" he replied, mischief lighting his eyes. He dove right in, giving a long lick along her slit as she released a loud moan. He started to suck on her bundle of nerves while alternating with trusting in tongue into her warm cavern. She started to buck her hips against his mouth, feeling a release come close by. It only took a few more licks and trust of his tongue to make her come, moaning Punk's name as he licked her sweet essence.

While still recovering from her climax, Stephanie watched as Punk made his way up, then kissed her hard as he took hold of her breast. She could feel his erection poking at her through the rough fabric of his jeans and she decided to do something about it, so surprising him, she flipped them so his back was now on the bed while she was straddling his hips. She watched as the surprised washed from his face only to be replaced by his infamous smirk.

Running her tongue over her lower lip, Stephanie lowered her face in the crook of his neck where she started to leave a hickey on his neck. Punk gripped her hips and pressed her on him, earning a gasp from the woman on top of him. It was a silent request to stop beating around the bush, so she grinned at him before she unbuckled his pants. He watched her with a heavy gaze, fascinated to see her work his pants while looking at him innocently. He knew this woman was far from being innocent, but he couldn't help to be turned on even more.

Once his pants were discarded along with his boxers, Stephanie delicately grabbed him and slowly started to stroke him, making the straight edge wrestler gasp at the warm touch on such a sensible region. She worked him a few seconds more before she decided to run her tongue along his length, resulting in the man to moan at her ministrations.

She took him into her mouth as much as she could before swirling her tongue around his girth. His hands sought her head, running his fingers through her hair as she kept giving him head. He had to admit, she was pretty good at this. But he decided to cut this short and took her head from his manhood. She looked at him questionably, wondering if she did something wrong. He used this moment to flip them back to their original position, grinning at her gasp of surprise.

"As much as I loved what you were doing, I don't want this to be over yet" he explained, pressing his lips on hers in a heated make out session. He used his knees to spread her legs wider and used two digits to see if she was ready. She was beyond wet and was obviously more than ready. Taking his fingers out of her, she whimpered at the lost, but soon broke the kiss to unleash a deep moan as he trust in one swift movement. Punk's eyes almost rolled back behind his skull as he felt her burning walls clamp him tightly.

He slowly started to move in and out, but then going a bit faster as she matched his pace; hips meeting hips. Her hands ran all over his back, shoulders and ass as she pushed him deeper into her. He got the message and made the pace a bit rougher, making her moans coming out more regularly when he wasn't stealing the breath from her lungs with the raw passionate kiss sessions they engaged in.

Soon, for both of them the pressure started to build as their climax was getting closer. Punk lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder, assuming a new angle and trusted back again, making her nails dig into his shoulders and back. He loved it, every seconds of it. He never thought he'd be in bed, fucking the one and only Stephanie Mcmahon, his boss….ex-boss. The situation that led to this was strange indeed, but hey, was he complaining? Nope.

As he kept rocking against her, he felt her walls clamping harder, meaning she was close and so was he. He pressed his thumb on her clit and started to rotate it, making her scream out in pleasure at the sensations he was provoking. Her nails dug impossibly deeper into his back as she came with a shout. He went faster and rougher to get to his climax as well as rodding hers. He kept going until he exploded into her, leaving the both of them panting for air.

After a few seconds, he rolled off her and they both laid on the bed in silence, still trying to catch their breath after the experience they just had.

After a good minute, Punk broke the silence.

"Well, this night turned out better than what I thought it would" he said, referring to the fact that he had planned to take a flight back to Chicago.

"Enough to convince you to come back?" she asked, rolling on her side to cuddle to is side, laying her head on his chest. He didn't circle her waist with an arm, nor did he push her away; as a matter of fact, he was deep in thoughts. It seems that with the work out he got, the heat from the incident at the meeting disappeared. He felt more calm, relaxed and willing to think about it.

"I don't know…I need a bit of time to figure out things" he explained.

"Punk, the fans love you, if you don't do it for me or the company, do it for them" she replied as she started to get up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" he asked as he saw her put her panties and bra on.

"I need to go, my husband must be wondering where I am" she explained as she put her shirt and skirt back on, brushing her clothes to make herself look presentable. He nodded to himself in understanding.

"Just think about it, Punk. If you come back, I can assure you things will change, I promise" she said before opening the door to his hotel room and leaving.

He put his hands behind his head as he became contemplative. He didn't know why, but he knew he could trust Stephanie when she said she'll make things change. She knew what he wanted and she could give it to him. A smirk made it's way on the straight edge superstar's lips. He couldn't help to imagine how things will change, how he will get what he truly deserves for all his hard work over the years…

Be ready to be replaced, Cena.

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