“I’ll Be There ForYou”
He paced back and forth, alternately looking at the clock and up at the TV monitor. His match was
on in ten minutes. He had already been on hold for what seemed like hours and the chances of actually
speaking to his agent seemed to be growing dimmer by the second. The roar of the crowd told him that he
was officially out of time. Turning, he saw the stage manager approaching. “Three minutes, Rock.” He took
his cell phone and handed it to the man. “Do me a favor. When my idiot manager finally comes on the
line...pass along a message for me. Tell him he’s a dead man.”
When his match was over he found the stage manager and asked if his agent had ever had the
decency to come back on the line. “Well he did for a second. He said something about an important dinner
meeting....and that he would call you tomorrow.’ “Damn it,” he said, snatching the phone from the startled
man’s hand. With his anger barely in check, he stormed into Vince McMahon’s office. “I know this isn’t your
fault....but I don’t want to hear you yelling when I don’t show up at that autograph signing tomorrow.”
“What are you talking about?” he asked. “My brilliant agent has me in two places at one time. I
tried half the night to reach him. I’d have better luck getting throught to the president.” Vince ran his
fingers across his eyes wearily. “This isn’t the first time this has happened,” he said. Picking up the phone,
he dialed the agency that handled a good number of the wrestlers. Rock sat down to enjoy the show. Vince
was better than anyone he knew at intimidating people.
When he hung up he handed Rock a slip of paper. “This is where he’s having dinner. I got the
whole mess straightened out for now....but I told them it’s time for a change. They offered to notify your
agent for you..but I thought you’d like that pleasure yourself.” Smiling, Rock glanced at the address and
headed out the door. He found the man just where Vince said he would be. Having dinner with some
unsuspecting woman, who probably believed he was the best agent on the planet.
When he saw Rock approaching, he stood up quickly, pasting on his phony smile and extending his
hand. “Rock! How was the show tonight?” “Stick a sock in it Fred,” he said. “I’m here for one reason, and
one reason only. To fire you.” Everyone within earshot stopped what they were doing. “What are you
talking about?” “I’m talking about you Fred...and the fact that as an agent....you stink. I’m sick of finding
out I’m booked in two places at once, I’m sick of last minute changes, and I’m sick of never being able to
get in touch with you.” “Come on Rock, I’m sure we can work something out.” “Too late,” he said. “As of
right now..you and I are through. I’d like to say it’s been a pleasure....but why lie?” He turned and walked
off, every eye in the restaurant on him. Fred sat back down, trying his best to shake off the total humiliation
he had just suffered. But he knew he’d probably be looking for another job very soon.
“Angela, come on in. Take a seat.” She walked across the thick carpet and sat across from him.
Eyeing him carefully, she knew he had something up his sleeve. Ron Davis never called you into his office
for a “chat” unless he had bad news, or a tough client. Several minutes later she found out which. “Fred
has been fired,” he said quietly. She almost laughed out loud at Ron’s attempt at fake sympathy. “I think
you may the perfect choice to take on one of his clients. Reaching into a pile on his desk he slid a folder
across to her. “Who is it?” she asked, reaching for the thick envelope. “The Rock,” he said with a broad
smile. “The who?” she asked, her face the picture of total confusion.
“You know..the World Wrestling Federation? Vince McMahon’s organization?’ “Yeah, I’ve heard of
it. But who’s this Rock?” “The Rock, honey. And he’s the biggest name there. Fred royally screwed up this
guys bookings....and frankly he lost us a ton of money. I thought you’d be perfect to handle him. Everyone
knows when it comes to organization, you’re the best.’ “Oh stop sucking up Ron,” she said as she leafed
through the pictures and papers in the file. “As you can see...he’s a very good looking guy.” “Yeah,” she
said absentmindedly as she read through the list of appearances he had made in the last month. “When
does this guy get time to wrestle?”
“Well, that’s my point. He’s in demand...and Fred just couldn’t keep up with it. We’re hoping that
you can get things straightened out.” “You know Ron, this really isn’t my kind of client.” “I know,” he
replied. “But what’s wrong with a little change?’ He handed her the address of the arena where the WWF
was appearing that night. “I already called Vince. The Rock will be expecting you.” She stood up, clutching
the folder Ron had given her. “I can’t wait to meet somebody who walks around calling himself “The Rock,”
she thought as she headed for the door.
She walked down the hall finding herself staring in amazement at the people around her. Even
though she had seen some of them on TV she was still as wide eyed as any fan. After some searching she
finally found his dressing room. She knocked softly and waited a second. Suddenly the door flew open and
she was staring up at the single most amazing man she had ever seen. He was shirtless and running a
towel across his incredibly well muscled chest. She tried to talk, but there was something about his sheer
presence that made it almost impossible. “Can I help you?” he asked. “I ...ummm....are you The Rock?”
She wanted to kick herself. Watching the expression on his face, he must have thought she wa an idiot.
“What can I do for you? I have a match to get ready for.” “I’m your new agent....Angela.” She held
out her hand in anticipation of what it would feel like to actually touch him. “It’s about time,” he said,
stepping aside. She walked past him, very aware that he smelled unbelievably good. “There was more
traffic than I thought,” she explained. “I hope you plan on doing a better job than Fred,” he told her,
walking back into the bathroom. “I know the kind of problems you were having with him....and I promise you
it won’t happen with me,” she said.
He walked back out, dressed in his ring attire. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his muscular
legs. “Have you straightened out my schedule for me?” he asked. “I sure have,’ she said. “Do you want to
go over it?” “After my match,” he said, throwing the door open. “Should I wait here?” she asked. “Wait
anywhere you want,’ he said. She watched as he disappeared down the hall. “Too bad your attitude
doesn’t match your looks,” she thought.
She stepped into the hall and joined the crowd around the TV monitor. “Oh my gosh....doesn’t
that hurt?” she said, when he went flying from the ring. “Nah.....he landed on his head....he didn’t feel a
thing.” “Nice way to talk about your cousin, Rikishi,” someone said with a laugh. Several minutes later, she
watched as he slammed his opponent to the mat and held his leg for the pin. “Good match,” she heard
some of them say as they walked away. When he returned to his dressing room, she was sitting down,
looking over his file. “You looked very good out there,” she offered. He looked at her and shrugged as if to
say, “What else is new?”
“I had a chance to really go over your appearance schedule. “I think I’ve improved it for you. No
more double bookings...and nothing on Sunday. That is what you asked for....right?” “Sounds all right....for
a start.” “What do you mean for a start?” “Well Fred started out all agreeable too. Then when he saw the
kind of money he could make from me..he got greedy. I don’t plan on letting that happen again.” “Let me
explain something,” she began. “I really didn’t want to take you on as a client. Mr.Davis talked me into it.
Now I promised you that I’d do my best for you...and I will. But I don’t intend to let you pull this attitude
every time we talk either.
“Here’s your schedule.” She took the sheet of paper and tossed it in his direction. “Read it
over...carefully. I’ll call you tomorrow at 10:00. If you have any questions or concerns we can talk them
over then.” Picking up her jacket, she marched out the door. For a second, he was speechless. Then he
walked to the door and watched her walk down the hall. “I’m not sure if I should be angry with her....or
attracted to her,” he thought with a smile.
At exactly 10:00 his cell phone rang. “I’m impressed,” he said with a laugh. “I said 10:00 and I
meant 10:00,” she responded. “Listen,” he began. “I think we may have gotten of on the wrong foot. I had
a bad experience with Fred....and I guess I just wanted you to know that I was going to be a lot more
careful this time. What do you say we forget about last night and start over?” The sound of his voice, deep
and silky smooth, was having an unbelievable effect on her. A vision of him standing in the
doorway....without his shirt..ran through her mind. “Angela?” “Oh, I’m sorry. Sure..whatever you say.” she
“I looked over the schedule you gave me.” “And?” “Well I already got a couple of calls this
morning..so we might have to make some changes.” “Why are people calling you? Nobody should ever get
directly in touch with you. From now on I want everything to be directed through me....ok?” Something
about the forcefulness in her tone made him smile. He liked women who had backbone..and this one sure
did. “I’ll met you at the arena tonight....we can go over it then,” she told him. “Yes maam, “ he said, with
mock seriousness. “Very funny,” she said. “I’ll see you at 6:00.” She hung up, hating the fact that simply
talking to him had gotten her so worked up. “If I’m gonna keep this relationship professional. I’ll have to
stay that tough,” she told herself.
When she got to the arena, she decide that talking with him in a more public area was probably
the wise thing to do. They sat together in the cafeteria and went over the chnges that had to be made. The
only problem was that she still had trouble concentrating on her work. He had appeared on the other side
of the room, dressed in a sleeveless, white t-shirt and black warm-up pants. Certainly not the sexiest
choice. So why was her heart beating so fast?
He sat down across from her and gave her one of his dazzling smiles. “Damn,” she thought...this
gets worse by the minute.” But not once did he even remotely come on to her, and she found herself being
just a little disappointed. If she had known the feelings he was struggling with, she might have cheered up
considerably. She fascinated him. She was an incredibly attractive woman who had absolutely no idea of the
effect she was having on him. He knew she was smart and self-assured. But he could sense a warm and
caring nature just under the surface.
Being “The Rock” he encountered women all the time. The problem was that most of them were
empty headed and uninteresting. This woman was everything but that. “Too bad she’s my agent,” he
thought. “She’s definitely the kind of person I’ve been looking for.” And across the table she was echoing
his thoughts exactly.
They cleared up his schedule a lot faster than she thought they would. She was packing up her
things to leave, when he turned to her. “Why don’t you stay and watch the show? Should be a lot of fun
tonight. I mean....unless you have other plans?” Was she being overly hopeful or did she sense something
in his voice that wanted her to stay? “I’d like that,” she said. “It’s been a long time since I watched
wrestling. I think I could get into it again.” “Great,” he said, flashing that devastating smile again. “You can
put your things in my dressing room.”
He guided her through the halls, his hand resting gently on her back. Each time his fingers
exerted even the slightest pressure she felt a tingle surge through her. “Hey Vince,” he called. She turned
to see Vince McMahon walking towards them, smiling broadly, “This is Angela....Fred’s replacement.” She
held out her hand and he took it in his gently. “Already, I like you better,” he laughed. “Just promise me
you’ll take good care of this guy.” “Oh I promise,” she replied, looking up at Rocky. He smiled back at her
and the wave that passed through her was unlike anything she had ever felt.
After he helped her put her things away, he went to get changed. He reappeared in minutes and
she forced herself to look anywhere but at him. “You can watch in here or outside with the guys. And don’t
worry about them....they’re harmless.” He opened the dorr and took a deep breath. “Wish me luck,” he
said with a wink as he walked off. She decided to watch from his dressing room, only because she thought
it would be very obvious to everyone around her just how strong her feelings were becoming.
Towards the end of his match his opponent had taken him by the neck and slammed his head into
the steel steps. She knew that he had taken the brunt of the impact with his hands, which is why she was
shocked to see him come backstage, holding a towel to his head. When he removed it, she winced and
instinctively reached out. He had a pretty nasty scrape and the start of a black eye. Things got a little
carried away out there,” he joked. She immediately went for a washcloth to clean his scrape and some ice
for his eye.
He smiled at her attentiveness, knowing full well that it wasn’t merely the actions of a concerned
agent. She placed one hand at the back of his neck, as she gently pressed the ice against his eye. After a
couple of minutes, she removed the ice and turned his head to get a better look. When their eyes
connected it was all she could do to keep from gasping. “How do you feel?” she asked, her voice barely a
whisper. “Getting better all the time,” he said, reaching up with his hand to place it against her neck. He
pulled her down gently, and she was powerless to fight him. When their lips touched she actually thought
her heart had stopped beating. His mouth brushed soflty against hers until he pressed his lips firmly.
Without thinking she dropped the ice and slipped her arms around his neck. Rocky moaned softly as she
opened her lips to allowing him to explore gently with his tongue. “This is wrong,” she kept telling herself.
“So why the hell does it feel so right?”
Rock slowly stood up and allowed his hands to travel from her waist, up along her back, and
around to lightly skim across her breasts. Angela’s hands slid through his hair as their kiss took on much
more passion. He drew her tongue into his mouth and groaned as she began to savor his sweet warmth.
She could feel his hands working at the buttons of her blouse when there was a knock at the door. “Damn
it,” he mumbled. ‘Who is it?” “Rock..it’s Shane. They’re ready to tape your promo now.” “I forgot about
that,” he said apologetically.
“Maybe it’s just as well,” she said, buttoning her blouse. “What do you mean?” he asked, as she
began to move away. “I’m not in the habit of falling into bed with my clients,” she told him. “I know that,”
he said. “But come on...admit it. There is something very strong between us.” “Do you go to bed with
every woman you’re attracted to?” He was mystified by her sudden change of attitude. “Are you asking me
if I sleep with every woman I meet? Because if you are, the answer is no. I’ve been hurt a couple of
times...so I’m very careful about getting into relationships.”
Her mind was spinning. She could still feel her heart pounding from his kiss. And now he was
talking about relationships? “You know we only met each other yesterday.” “I know that,” he said. “But I
wasn’t aware there was a time limit on these things.” She gazed up into his eyes, trying hard to fight the
strong urges pulsing inside of her. “Oh, I don’t know,” she moaned, running her hands through her hair.
“I’ll tell you what. Wait here for me....please. When I’m done, we can find a nice quiet place to
talk..ok?” He held tightly to her hands and it was all she could do not to fall back into his arms. “All right,”
she told him. “I’ll wait.” “Great,’ he said, leaning down to kiss her cheek. He quickly pulled on his warm-up
pants and a t-shirt. She watched the monitor as he made the transformation back into The Rock and gave
a hilarious interview. When he was done, she shook her head slowly. “I am in sooo much trouble here.”
He rushed back to his dressing room, afraid she had changed her mind. “I have to admit, you
have quite a talent,” she said when he opened the door. “It’s a gift,’ he said, trying unsuccessfully to hide
his relief. “Have you thought of someplace we can go?” she asked. “Promise you won’t take it the wrong
way?” he asked. “Where?” she asked suspiciously. “My hotel room?” “You’re kidding right?” “No...but let
me explain. “If we go to a bar or a restaurant you know people are going to come up to me. This is way too
important to me to have it interrupted every 5 minutes.”
She wasn’t sure if she was scared or excited. But she did know he was right. “Ok, she said
reluctantly. “I promise...nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen.” “That’s what I’m afraid of,’ she
As she walked past him into his room, she felt as though there wasn’t a single part of her body
that wasn’t trembling. But true to his word, he kept his distance and seemed to honestly want to talk to
her. “Can I get you something?” he asked. “Water,” she said, barely gettting the words out. He reached
into the fridge and handed her a bottle. She unscrewed the cap and drank gratefully. “I know you probably
don’t believe me,” he began. “But I don’t come on to every woman I meet.....in fact it’s been quite a while
since I’ve dated anyone. The point I’m trying to make, is that I truly believe that you and I have some kind
of connection between us. And I don’t know about you..but I can’t ignore it.”
“I’m not ignoring it,” she said, refusing to meet his gaze. “But you have to see it from my point of
view. Technically, I work for you. I’m not sure if getting involved with a client is the right thing to do.” “I’ll
fire you,” he said with a laugh. “I don’t know about you....but I have to work for a living,’ she said, standing
abruptly and heading to the window. “Hey, I was kidding,” he told her, moving to stand behind her. “Don’t
you get it? None of this is funny. I have never in my life felt anything like this. And you want to know the
truth? It scares me.” He laid his hands on he shoulders and smiled when he heard her sharp intake of
“It scares me too,” he admitted. “I’ve been attracted to other women....but this is far more than
an attraction.” He turned her gently, and slowly began to lower his head. “No,” she said quickly, pullling
away. “Angela...please. I’m not going to hurt you,” he pleaded. “Not now maybe...” she murmured. “I can’t
force you to trust me,” he told her. “But I can make you a promise.....I will never delberately hurt you. I’ve
always been one to trust my heart. And my heart is telling me that I’d be a fool to let you get away.”
“How do I know these aren’t just some pretty words to get me into your bed?” “If that what you
think..then fine...just leave. But explain to me how you can ignore your own feelings?” “Im not ignoring
them,” she shouted. “Believe me...they’re too strong to ignore.” “Then what are you afraid of?” he
persisted. “I’m afraid of faling in love with you. I’m afraid of losing my heart and having it broken.” “I told
you I won’t hurt you,” he said. “I can’t take the chance,” she said, heading for the door. “Oh please don’t
go,” he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her against his chest.
And before she could utter a single protest, he covered her mouth with a deep, passionate kiss.
And instead of fighting him, like her head was telling her to do, she gave in to his warm, wonderful kisses
and his gentle, but insistent caresses just like her body was begging her to. When he realized that she was
responding to him he lifted her carefully and placed her on the bed. “If you want me to stop, I will,” he told
her. ”Please don’t,” she said. “I want you Rock.....I want you now.”
He lowered his mouth once more, drawing a sweet moan from her as his tongue tasted and
teased. Working quickly, his fingers undid her buttons and his hands immediately sought out the softness of
her breasts. Even through the satin and lace he delighted in feeling her nipples harden under his touch.
Angela couldn’t wait to feel his skin against hers. Reaching down she pulled his shirt up over his head.
Almost immediately she wrapped her arms around him, running her hands over each hard muscle in his
back. Reaching behind her, he undid her bra and slid it down her arms. Without pausing, he took her
breast in his mouth and began to suck. “Oh, God,” she whispered.
As he continued to press against her, she could feel his growing hardness. As badly as she
wanted to feel him..to be with him, she suddenly pulled back. “Baby, what is it?” he said. “Do you want me
to stop?” “No....I don’t know.....Oh Rock...I’m so sorry.” “Sorry for what?” he asked her. “For leading you
on. For letting you think that I.....” “Don’t you want me?” he asked. “Oh God, yes,” she moaned. “But you
may not want me.””What are you talking about?” She looked away from him and answered reluctantly.
“This is my first time. I’ve never made love with anyone before.”
He looked at her in surprise. “You’re disappointed aren’t you?” “Oh baby, of course not. I still
want to make love to you....that is if you want me too.” “I do, she whispered.”I’m just afraid.” “I won’t hurt
you..I promise.” “It isn’t that. What if.....” “What honey?” “What if I can’t make you happy?” “That isn’t
possible,’ he said. “Just knowing that you want me...that you want me to be the first...that makes me happy.
And I promise, I’ll make it special for you too.”
She knew there was no way she could refuse this man. Everything about him made her cry out in
need. She pulled him down and begged him to kiss her and he happily obliged, sliding his tongue deep
inside her mouth . Once more she felt his hands moving as he undid her pants and slid them down her
legs. Leaning forward, he ran his hands up her thighs, sending a shiver throught her. When he hooked his
fingers in the waistband of her panties, she tensed for a second. “Trust me sweetheart. I intend to make
you very happy. He pulled them off and gently spread her legs. Slowly, he slipped his hand between her
legs and began to stroke.
Her hips raised with each touch, her fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. “I want to
taste you baby,” he whispered, dipping his head down. The feel of his tongue against her made her call out
his name. “That’s it baby....enjoy it,’ he said. She dropped her hands and gripped the sheets as he
stroked, and licked at every inch of her. He knew she was ready for him so he slowly removed the rest of
his clothes. Her eyes met his and he saw nothing but desire there. He moved over her, and brushing her
hair back, bent to whisper in her ear. “If you tell me to stop..I will.” “No Rock, please. Love me...I want
He entered her slowly, pausing when he heard a small whimper come from her throat. “Don’t stop,
“ she told him. “Make me yours......now!” He thrust all the way inside of her, groaning as he felt her tight
heat surround him. Resting his hands on her hips he helped to guide her. Soon, she was moving with him,
her hips rising up to meet each delicious stroke. The pleasure soared throught her as he began to move
harder and faster. She could feel a wave of pleasure building in her that was indescribable. “Rock....I....oh
please..” “Go with it sweetheart,” he urged her. She dropped her head back against the pillow and cried
out his name, as she was enveloped by the sweet warmth of her first orgasm. Knowing how she was
responding he thrust once more, bringing himself to that same wonderful release.
It took more than a few minutes for them to regain their composure. When they did, he gazed into
her eyes and kissed her tenderly. “I promise you, every time will be just like that.” She wrapped her arms
around his neck and buried her face against his neck, her eyes filled with tears of joy.
The next day as she sat behind her desk, she ran the scene throught her mind over and over.
Each time she shivered with delight when she thought of how wonderful it had been. Glancing at the phone,
she ached to pick it up and simply hear his voice. But she knew he was doing a personal appearance....she
had even been the one to set it up for him. Checking her watch she tried to estimate what time he would be
through. “God, he’ll think I’m some silly school girl who has a crush on him,” she thought. The problem
was, that’s exactly the way she felt. She picked up a copy of WWF Magazine that was lying on her desk. His
picture was on the cover. She ran a finger slowly along the outline of his face. “I’m falling in love with you,”
she thought. “And I’m scared to death.”
He was just signing his last autograph when the thought struck him. He hadn’t spoken to her all
day....and he missed her. A smile played at his lips when he remembered how eagerly she had responded
to him. Several people came up to shake his hand and thank him. His face still held a smile, but inside he
was screaming to get out of there.Ten minutes later he was in his car and pulling out of the parking lot. A
vision of her floated before him and he felt that same delicious ache he had felt the night before. Glancing
at his watch he wondered if it was too early to call her when his cell phone rang. “Hello?” “Hey..it’s me. I’m
not bothering you..am I?’
“No way,” he whispered. “I was just thinking of you.” “Good thoughts, I hope.” “Very good,” he
replied, his silky voice sending a thrill through her. “I figured you were through for the day. I was very
specific that you had to be out of there by 3:00.” “I was,’ he said with a laugh. “I guess they took you
seriously.” There was a pause and then he spoke the question she had been silently begging to hear. “Can
I see you tonight?” “Yes,” she replied, suddenly breathless with anticipation. “I know a very quiet, private
place where no one will bother us,” she told him. “Oh?” he asked, already anticipating another night of
pure pleasure. “I thought we could have a nice quiet dinner at my place,” she suggested.
“Sounds perfect,” he said, his voice almost a growl. “I’ll be there around 8.” “Make it 7:30.” she
said, hanging up.” He switched off his phone and took a deep breath. Something told him he was about to
start a relationship unlike any other he had ever had.
Angela had spent all day, trying to think of a way to please him. She finally decided on what to
cook....and how to spend the rest of the evening, after she had called him. At 4:00 she rushed from her
office and headed for the store. She bought two steaks, some potatoes, plenty of greens for a salad, and a
bottle of wine. Everything else she needed was already at home. As soon as she walked in the door, she
headed for the kitchen. She wanted the evening to be perfect and she was determined not to rush a bit of
At 7:30 exactly, her doorbell rang. When she opened it, she was presented with a bouquet of pink
roses. “They’re beautiful,’ she said. “And so are you,’ he told her, bending to brush his lips tantalizingly
across hers. “I hope you like steak,” she said. “I love it.” “Good. Why don’t you come into the kitchen. You
can open the wine for me.” He sat at the counter and watched her cook as they discussed some of his
upcoming events. When they sat down to eat, he complimented her on her cooking. “I hardly ever get to
eat anything thats home cooked. This is a real treat for me.’
They talked and laughed for the next hour. It was hard for her to believe that they had known
each other such a short time. When they cleared the dishes away she took him by the hand and led him to
the living room. “Now what?” he asked, sensing that she had something planned. “I want you to sit right
here. I’m going to go upstairs. I want you to come up in exactly 15 minutes....ok?” “Why 15 minutes?”
“Because I said so,” she teased.
He paced back and forth, looking at the books she had on her shelf, checking out her CD
collection and generally pacing. When the 15 minutes were up, he hurried up the stairs. “Angela?” “I’m in
here, she called. He pushed open the door of her bedroom and stood entranced. Soft music filled the air
and candles were placed strategically around the room.”Where are you?” “In here.” He turned to see
another door partially opened. Pushing against it, he saw more candles and a large tub almost over flowing
with bubbles. “Well, don’t just stand there...get in here.”
Her eyes lingered on every movement as he quickly shed his clothes. He stepped into the water
and turned to face her, sitting down gently. “Come here,” she said softly, pulling him towards her for a
deep, passionate kiss. “You’re amazing,” he said as she began to rub some soap in her hands. Taking his
arm she ran her hands up and down his arm, feeling each muscle ripple under her touch. Then she
massaged his hand, sliding her fingers in between his and tracing tiny circles on his palms. She repeated it
on his other arm and smiled when she saw how reacted to it.
She picked up the soap again, but he quickly took it from her. “My turn,’ he said, quickly making a
lather. He reached down and lifted her leg and slowly began to run his hand the length of it. She let out a
short gasp each time he approached the top of her thigh. Then suddenly he slipped his hand down and his
fingers eased inside of her. Arching upward she whimpered in pleasure. Smiling seductively, he moved
them in and out until her breath was coming in ragged bursts. Just as quickly he removed his fingers and
pulled her forward. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she moaned when she felt him slide deep inside of
In no time they fell into a sweet, slow rhythm, bringing each other to the brink over and over. “Are
you ready?” he asked breathlessly. “Oh yes,” she cried. And together they went up and over that beautiful
peak. Her face was buried against his neck and he gently rubbed her back. “I think the water is getting
cold,’ she said. “Oh really?’ he said with a smile. “I hadn’t noticed.”
He stepped out of the rapidly cooling water and held out his hand. Wrapping her in a towel, he
leaned down to kiss her again. If he had’t had his arms around her, she was sure her knees would have
given out. In one swift movement, he lifted her and carried her to the bed. Removing the towel he kneeled
over her and smiled. Without saying a word he reached up and gently cupped her breasts. His thumbs ran
across her nipples in enticing circles. “Oh Rock..when you touch me...” “What honey?” he asked. “I want
you again,” she moaned.
“And you’re gonna have me,” he said leaninbg down to gently take her nipple in his mouth. Using
his tongue and his teeth, he nibbled and licked until she was aching. When he relased her she groaned
softly. “You want more?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.” “Oh yes, ‘ she whispered. Smiling, he bent down
and repeated his sweet torture on her other breast.
Every part of her cried out for his touch. Sensing her growing desire he slipped his hand between
her legs to stroke her. The groan of raw desire that escaped from her nearly sent him over the edge. “Not
yet baby,” he murmured. He removed his fingers and replaced them with the insistent heat of his tongue.
Gripping his shoulders tightly she arched upward, begging him to taste all of her. “Rock....I can’t hold back,
“ she gasped between jagged breaths. He held her hips tightly and sucked long and hard. Angela’s head
dropped back as she screamed out his name. Over and over he satisfied her until she literally had to beg
him to stop.
He quickly moved up next to her and took her in his arms. “I can’t believe what you do to me,”
she said, her voice shaky from her spent passion. “I want to make you the happiest woman in the world,’
he said, gazing into her eyes. “You’re off to a very good start,” she said with a soft laugh.