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|A Month Later|

I was going to be in a WWE movie with Dean Ambrose was going to be great and we were going to be a couple in this movie. The movie was called '12 rounds 3: lockdown' and I have a feeling the fans were going to love it. 

AlexandriaG: First day of shooting looking like a #wifey for @TheOfficialLunaticAmbrose

TheOfficialLunaticAmbrose: @AlexandriaG you can be my wifey anyday, you're stunning and beautiful inside and out. 

NikkiBella: Aww, you guys are so cute

BriBriBella: Dean, you would be the perfect man for her. 

NicoleHey-Orton: I ship #Alean.

We pushed through the door, his mouth wet and hot on my neck as he covered it with kisses.

My jacket was thrown off before he pushed me against the wall, attacking my lips with his.

My leg wrapped around his waist, while his hand dragged up my leg, caressing my thigh, before pressing it against him as he went higher up my skirt, the heel of my shoe digging into the back of his leg.

I gasped, when he pushed his prominent erection against me, squeaking in surprise and biting his lip in retaliation when I felt his hand on my ass.

We pulled apart when I tugged on his sweater to pull it off, gasping for breath as we stared in each other's eyes.

His hand held my face, his fingers caressing my cheekbones, as I watched the rainbow of emotion cross through his deep green eyes.

"Sweetheart," he whispered. "I need you, I can't wait any longer."

"Have me," I whispered against his lips, as he dragged the strap of my tank down my shoulder, breaking his lips from mine, to kiss down my neck and across my collarbone.

He kept me panting as he kissed lower, brushing his lips across the top of my breasts, and making me shiver at the thought of what those lips would feel like on the rest of my body.

"Cut!" the director yelled, breaking me out of my lust induced daze, and forcing me to focus on what was going on around me, and more so, who was wrapped around me.

"Dean." I murmured, pushing his face away from my cleavage, and forcing him to look up at me.

"What?" he asked, looking confused as to why I stopped him.

"Eric yelled cut. You can let go of me." I said, motioning to the hand he had on my ass, holding me against him.

"What if I don't want to?" he smirked, pulling me tighter against him to feel the bulge in his jeans.

"Don't even go there playboy," I told him as I pushed him off me, turning away from him to hide the blush on my face.

When I looked up, I saw the raised eyebrow of our director.

"That was great," Eric said, clapping his hands together. "Just try to tone it down a bit, don't get so handsy Ambrose, this is supposed to be both of your first times, we don't want it to look raunchy."

"Sure thing sir." Dean nodded, winking at me when he saw me looking, causing me to roll my eyes. "Of course, if Ms. Garcia wanted to practice, I'd be more than happy."

"Not on your life buddy," I scoffed, turning my head away from him, so he couldn't see how much I would actually love to 'practice' with him.

Stop it! My mind continued to yell at me. Dean Ambrose was not someone I could get in involved with especially when I haven't figured out things with Brock.

"Alright break for a few minutes, get your make-up redone and be back here in 15. We're going to shoot this again." Eric told us, walking away before giving any of us a chance to respond.

"I was serious about practicing Alexandria, since we just met and all, I think it would be great to try to work on our chemistry, and get to know each other." Dean said, sounding surprisingly serious.

"Umm.." I said.

"Of course, I wouldn't mind getting to know each other, in other ways as well." he smiled, bringing his hand up to caress my arm.

"Fuck you." I hissed, as I threw his hand off my arm.

"I'd love to." he smirked. "When and where?" He asked.

I walked away from him without responding, slightly flustered from the panty-wetting smirk he kept giving me.

"Stupid, sexy, cocky motherfucker." I grumbled as I walked into my dressing room.

"Who's a motherfucker?" Julissa, my best friend and goddess of all things make-up and fashion, asked as I sat in my seat and she pulled out her brushes.

"Dean Ambrose." I stated, closing my eyes, as she began to touch up my makeup.

"Sexy?" she asked, the smile present in her voice.

"I never said that." I retorted, not able to hide the blush that bloomed onto my face.

"Someone's crushing on their co-star." she sang, as she reapplied some lipstick.

"I can't be." I whined, looking into her laughing eyes.

TheOfficialLunaticAmbrose: On set with the lovely @AlexandriaG 😍 she's amazing #wce #Alean

NikkiBella: Aww, you guys are so cute

AlexandriaG:😍😍😍😍😍😍@TheOfficialLunaticAmbrose

BriBriBella: Dean, you guys look great. 

NicoleHey-Orton: Perfect 💕

"Why are we doing dinner again?" I asked walking down the hotel hallway. 

"To get to know each other." He said. 

We were in Canada filming. Brock was on the road and I was thankful for that. 

"I think we know each other enough." I said.

"Lexi, you don't know a thing about me." He said.

"Maybe, I don't want to know." I said.

"Lexi, don't be mean to me." He said.

Dean took me to a sea food restaurant after his work event. I love sea food. How did he find out?

Julissa probably told him.

"I really needed this drink." I said sipping my margarita.

"I really needed this beer." he told me. 

Entering the hotel, I was tipsy but didn't care. I really had a good time with Dean. Opening the door to the hotel Dean threw me on the bed then kissing me. 

"Dean, I want you." I breathed. 

She wiggled her hips pressing herself against his semi hard cock. He groaned and plunged his tongue into her mouth while she freed his black hair and tangled her hands into it. She moaned against his lips, she could spend all day kissing him.

He rubbed his hands up and down her back leaving goosebumps on her skin, she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and pressed her body against his. He broke the kiss so they could both catch their breath, he wrapped his arms around her waist and grinned at her.

"Hold on tight," he said standing up next to the bed and pulling the comforter off. "It looks better on the floor right now."

He hooked his thumbs into the lacy underwear and tugged them down her tanned legs and tossed them on the floor. He looked at his gorgeous woman laying completely naked in the middle of the bed as he tossed his own underwear aside. He kissed his way from her ankle to her hip and across her stomach, "You are so beautiful," he murmured as he kissed his way up to her ample breasts. He kneaded one while he sucked on the other, twirling his tongue around her sensitive nipple. He released it with a soft pop and turned his attention to her other breast, she moaned and dragged her nails up and down his muscular back.

"Dean!" she gasped as he pinched both nipples.

He grinned and kissed her lips hard. He looked into her eyes and gently pushed her legs apart, cupping her sex in his hand.

"I need you." She whispered.

He slipped two fingers inside her, slowly thrusting. "I can tell," he said, "so wet already, I didn't even have to try all that hard."

She dug her fingers into his shoulders as he thrust his fingers in and out, curling them inside her making her gasp in pleasure, "Yes, Dean, don't stop."

He moved his fingers in and out faster as the palm of his hand hit against her clit as she raised her hips to meet his hand, he felt her walls tighten around his fingers and he stopped, pulling out and chuckling at her frustrated sigh. "Babe, you know I'm not done with you yet." He kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, "Taste yourself," he said pressing his fingers between her lips. Watching her suck his fingers made his cock jump, he couldn't wait any longer, he needed to be inside her. He grabbed a condom from the bedside table and quickly covered himself.

"How do you want me to pleasure you tonight, babe?" He asked smiling down at her.

She grinned and rolled onto her stomach, raising her ass into the air. "How do you feel about this?" she asked wiggling her backside at him.

"Oh, you know I love that, babe!" He said kneeling behind her and kneading her ass cheeks. He slowly slid his cock inside her enjoying the soft moans that escaped from her lips. He paused once he was fully inside her and rubbed his hands from her hips up her back to her shoulders and back down. Then he gripped her hips and started thrusting slowly and gently at first, giving her time to adjust. She buried her face in the bedsheets and pushed her ass into him, silently telling him to move faster. He gripped her hips and started thrusting harder and faster, her increasing wetness making it easy for him to pound her hard. She cried out his name and pushed back meeting his thrusts.

He knew he wouldn't last long at this pace and she was nowhere near ready to cum yet so he pulled out and flipped her onto her back.

She yelped in surprise when all of a sudden she was on her back in the middle of the bed looking up at Dean. His eyes were glazed over with lust, he licked his lips and started rubbing her nub, she moaned and spread her legs wider giving him total access to her body.

He covered her body with his and slowly slid back inside her, groaning in pleasure as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"You are so beautiful." he whispered in her ear as he slowly started moving inside her.

She moaned his name and dragged her hands up and down his back, kissing his shoulders and his neck while he thrust faster and harder. "Yes, Brock, oh god..." she moaned against his skin.

Oh fuck.

"Did you just call me, Brock?" He asked.

"Nope, you're hearing things." She answered.