After she'd suggested they leave, he grabbed her hand and led her out of the club.  Just about the moment they stepped out onto the street, the man was all over her.  His hot lips and tongue devoured her in a blindingly passionate kiss, his hands beginning to roam her curvaceous body.  She reluctantly pulled back, then tugged on his hand so that they could walk - or run - back to the hotel, which was a mere couple of blocks away.

In the elevator going up to her room, she bit her lip as an urge came over her.  She knew the same thoughts were going through his mind when he suddenly pulled her against him, and they took turns kissing, nipping and sucking at one another's lips, throat and ears.  He pressed her up against the back wall of the lift, and she gasped as she felt his now rock-hardness.  She pulled his head down from its current spot, as he was in the midst of nipping at the left side of her neck - and went for his right ear, working on it with her tongue and gently nipping at it with her teeth, then blowing in it.  It drove him wild, and he lowered one hand between them to fondle her beneath her miniskirt.

The elevator doors suddenly opened, and she had to tap him on the shoulder to bring him back to reality.  They practically ran out of the lift and halfway down the hall to her room.  She was relieved that she'd remembered that Stacy Keibler, her road roommate, was going to be out all night, as she was visiting a friend in the area and staying overnight.  Clumsily, she took her keycard out and swiped it, and that was when they really lost all semblance of control.

In a haste, she lifted her tank top over her head and tossed it aside.  He drank in the sight of her in her red lace and satin bra hungrily, actually licking his lips.  She smiled as his fingers went for the button on his pants, and she hastily reached down to help him.

They were both so desperate for one another and for release that they didn't even bother removing all of their garments when it happened.  He had gotten so far as to get his short-sleeved shirt unbuttoned, and he yanked down her thong.  She kicked out of it, and then after his pants and briefs were off, he perched on the edge of the bed, pulling her on top of him, her skirt still on.

She straddled him and let out a little half-sigh, half-cry when she felt him enter her.  God, he was so hard, and quite thick and long.  It only took her but a moment to adjust to him, however, and she began to ride him slowly, then faster.

The young man reached up and back, toying with her bra, and managed to get it unhooked, pulling it off of her.  She stopped moving up and down over him for a moment to remove his shirt so that he was now completely nude except for his socks.  She wanted out of her skirt as well, but he seemed reluctant to let her off of him.

Somehow, they managed to stop their lovemaking long enough for the man to strip the miniskirt off of her.  Afterward, he gently, playfully wrestled her to the mattress, falling over her but not crushing her with his greater weight.  He lowered his head to her now bare breasts.

"Oh, God..."  She began to cry out and moan alternately as his tongue lavished the nipple of her left breast.  She twisted her fingers into his silky long hair, holding him tightly down against her.

He did this for several minutes, until her need was so great that she was almost in pain.  He couldn't suppress the moan escaping his own lips, either, and he moved up to come face-to-face with her.  Their eye contact alone was jolting, sending small bolts of electricity shooting through her body, and the sensation increased when he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her even more passionately than the previous times.

He broke the kiss after a moment, then lifted her hips off the bed, repositioning her body.  She suddenly found herself with her ankles near his neck, her legs against his shoulders.  She bit her lip in anticipation, then let out a gasp as he entered her again, and she was left nearly breathless at the unbelievable sensations running through her body.

He thrust hard, and when she instantly cried out loudly, he slowed down, thinking he was hurting her.

"No, don't..." she pleaded.  She reached behind him and firmly grasped his buttocks, trying to direct him to pump faster into her again, and he got the message.  Her breathing quickly began to get heavy as he kept up the pace she liked, and he penetrated her quite deeply in this position.  She felt herself coming in no time, and she ran her fingernails over his back - but not enough to leave scratchmarks, for she didn't want to hurt him.

"Oh, God!"  She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.

He kept his gaze on her as her orgasm continued, her face a mask of ecstasy.  That was enough for him, plus the way she was moaning - God, it was like something out of a porno movie, only much better because it wasn't cheesy but beautifully erotic - and he too reached the precipice.  He moaned as he gave one last long thrust and emptied himself into her, shutting his eyes briefly, only to open them again a split second later - because he wanted to look at her.  He had to look at her...

*

Amy Dumas awoke abruptly as the first dim rays of morning light shone through the window of her hotel room.  She quickly squinted her eyes tightly shut upon the realization of a small, dull headache.  She hadn't really gotten what she would call drunk, but apparently, she still had a tiny bit of a hangover.

She suddenly realized, with alarm, that she wasn't alone when a pair of strong arms suddenly gripped her around the waist from behind.  A quite warm and solid body pressed up against her, snuggling against her.

Oh, no...

And then the person moved his head so that it rested against hers, a sleepy, contented sigh escaping his lips.  A lock of hair fell slightly over her face.  She turned her head a bit to examine it - long, fine - blond hair.

Oh, God... Amy instantly snapped out of her woozy sleepiness and remembered.  She remembered everything.

"Oh, my God..."  Amy whispered the three words so softly that even she couldn't hear them.

What had she done?  Actually, she knew what she'd done, and with whom she'd done it.  She had broken her most cardinal rule - she'd had sex with a friend.

Okay, so she'd done the very same thing with Shane - but that was different.  Shane had admitted to having feelings for her, and he had loved her.  And they'd never done anything even remotely sexual until after they'd been in a relationship together for a good two months.

Oh, damn it! she cursed herself.  She felt awful.  She and Adam Copeland - Edge - were just friends - nothing more, nothing less.  How could she have so easily abandoned all reason, been so reckless and thrown caution to the wind like that?  Unlike Shane, Adam had never admitted to having feelings for her, or even liking her a little more than as a friend.  Damn it, she didn't want to screw things up in their friendship.  But now what was she going to do?

At first, a couple of minutes ago when Adam had wrapped his arms around her and sighed, Amy had thought he was awake.  She now realized he wasn't, as he hadn't moved a muscle since then, and he hadn't spoken, either.  Surely, if he was awake, he would have spoken to her.

She gently untangled his arms from around her waist, cringing at the thought of him waking up right at that moment.  Oh, God!

She stood up, completely naked, and tiptoed halfway across the room, noting their abandoned garments scattered haphazardly all over the floor.  She shook her head, a tiny frown dominating her face and turned to stare at him laying sound asleep in her bed.

She ran a hand through her long red hair, her heart softening at the sight of him.  He looked so peaceful, even angelic, his long blond hair fanned out a bit on the pillow.  His breathing was slow and regular, his full lips slightly parted.  One arm was tucked beneath the pillow under his head, the other spread out where she'd lain, as though he were searching for her.

Amy winced.  Damn it, why couldn't they have been at least on a first date or something?  Or at least if they'd verbalized to one another something about having feelings for each other, she wouldn't feel so badly.  She knew it was somewhat silly for her to feel guilty - they were both consenting adults, both single - but she couldn't help it.

She should have told him how she felt.  That way, either one of a couple of things could have happened that would have been at least a little better than this: he could have told her he didn't feel the same way about her and that he wasn't interested in having sex with a woman he wasn't in love with, or he could have taken her up on the "offer" anyway, because, let's be serious - most men would never pass up on sex when there were no strings attached.

Amy held a hand against her face, damning herself yet again.  How very badly she did want there to be strings attached in this scenario - but now it was too late for that.

She quickly rummaged through her bag for some clothing into which to change.  The redhead glanced once more back at the slumbering blond man before stepping into the bathroom.  She breathed a sigh of relief that he was still asleep.

She started the shower, stepping into it and held her head in her hands as the warm water sluiced over her body.

Oh, God...I've just ruined a friendship with one of my closest friends...