A/N: This is the smuttiest chapter that I have probably published in a very long time. I will try to section it off so you can skip what the smut bunnies Carly and Erika produced and I lightly revised if you are offended by gratuitous sex scenes, but if you don't mind smut, read and live vicariously through Mercedes. After that Sugar nonsense Mercedes deserves having her back blown out and theme song for this chapter is Missy Elliot's "Work It". Please forgive any and all errors. Thanks again for showing your support of this story. It lets me know to continue to read, revise, and upload these chapters because you faithful few seem to enjoy them.
Chapter Ten
Mercedes followed Sam into his condo, the first time ever that she'd been at his place. He switched on a light, providing a glimpse of sleek gray and black decor typical of yuppy single businessmen, but he didn't take the time to give her a tour. Instead, he took her hand and led her down the hallway and into the master bedroom, which was furnished with an espresso wood dresser and night tables, a comfortable-looking recliner, an oversized ottoman, and an expresso leather tufted king-sized bed.
She wasn't going to lie. The thought of having sex with Sam filled her with anticipation and excitement, but there was no denying the teeny-tiny touch of worry that still lingered. Revealing her curvy thighs and panties was one thing. Baring her less-than-perfect body and all its flaws including the stretch marks that riddled her skin was a whole different situation that took triple the confidence to carry out.
But as anxious as she was, in her heart she trusted Sam. In the long run, maybe Sugar was right and he'd lose interest—that was certainly Mercedes' greatest fear, especially when she could already feel her emotions getting involved—but for this moment, she wanted to forget all the drama with Sugar, her cruel words, and just enjoy tonight with Sam. She deserved it.
He stopped at the foot of the bed and gently tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear, his concerned gaze searching her features. "You know that you can change your mind, are you sure you want to do this?"
She smiled at him and decided to be honest and brave. "It's a little hard not to be jittery, but I want this. I really want you."
His relief was written all over his face. "Good, because I want you so badly, and I want tonight to be so good for you. I don't want to do anything to mess this up for you sweet Cedes."
"I doubt you are even capable of messing this up." She had the hang-ups and worries, not him. He reeked of sexual expertise.
"There is something I bought for you in the bathroom that I put on the counter in there before I left to pick you up this afternoon," he said, glancing toward the adjoining en suite. "I want you to go and put it on for me please ma'am."
She had no idea what awaited her, but she was undeniably curious enough to do as he asked. "Alright, but you didn't have to buy me anything."
Once she was inside the spacious bathroom that had a shower big enough to fit a small party in and a large Jacuzzi tub for baths, she found a black and white-handled bag on the counter with a black satin bow and the name of the store where it had come from printed across the front. Rebecka's Lingerie. A high-end lingerie boutique that she'd heard of but never shopped at because of the prices. Lane Bryant is where she still bought must of her bras and panties from.
Tentatively, she removed the bundle of tissue paper inside, not sure what to expect—and hoping to God that it wasn't something too revealing that she'd feel uncomfortable wearing it. But the one thing she was coming to realize about Sam was that he understood her insecurities, and he'd never exploit them, so she peeled away the tissue and exhaled a soft breath when she discovered what he'd bought for her—a babydoll in black silk chiffon that was trimmed in black French appliqués along the hem and had a low-cut décolletage. There was also a pair of matching silk and lace panties. The ensemble was so pretty, but sexy, too, and she couldn't wait to try it on and wear it for Sam.
She stripped out of her current clothes, freshened up, and put on the two pieces, loving the feel of the silk against her skin as the short gown fell into place, then glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Oh, wow, was her first thought, because she'd never, ever worn anything so provocative in her entire life or felt so sensual and seductive. The soft fabric outlined the shape of her full breasts yet fit more loosely over her hips as the hemline fell to mid-thigh. Both the slip and panties were modest and demure in terms of coverage, outlining her curves yet leaving everything beneath to the imagination, for now, making her feel comfortable and sexy.
She stepped out of the bathroom to find that Sam had undressed and was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else. If she thought he was gorgeous in a suit, his nearly naked body was a work of art, all solid, cut muscle—from his wide shoulders to his defined chest to that ripped abdomen . . . and oh, God, the deep, carved V that she shamelessly followed down to the substantial bulge confined beneath his snug briefs. He was definitely larger than her vibrator.
Slowly, he walked in a circle around where she stood, his gaze taking in everything before he stopped in front of her. "Damn baby, you look so sexy."
The compliment made her body melt, because yeah, she did feel sexy. "How in the world did you know what size to buy for me?" she asked curiously.
Touching a finger to the lace trim resting at the highest swell of her breast, he slowly followed the scalloped pattern all the way down to her cleavage. Her nipples automatically puckered against the silk, the fabric lightly abrasive against the rigid peaks.
A purely panty-dropping smile curved his lips. "I picked out what I wanted you to wear tonight, and Jane helped me with the sizes since she is a woman and could tell from meeting you what size would fit you best. She said with that style of nighty it really didn't matter about size because of the cut and cup size are fit for a goddess and the straps are adjustable, but the panties to fit your amazing ass would be hard for a man like me to size, so she eagerly helped me pick the right sizes for a queen."
She loved the fact that he had taken the time to select the lingerie himself and was smart enough to ask Jane for help with the sizing. "You did good, though I'm sure you paid way too much for these items."
"Seeing you like this, it was worth every single penny I spent and more." He lifted his gaze from her aching breasts to her face. "Now let me tell you why I bought this lingerie for you. Because, one, I wanted you to feel as beautiful and sexy as you are, and two, wearing this negligee and panties is going to force you to beg me for what you want me to do to you."
Not making the connection, she tipped her head in confusion. "How will wearing this ensemble make me beg you?"
"I told you that I'd never pressure you for anything you're not ready to willingly give me, and I meant it," he said, making her realize just how much thought and planning he'd given their first time together. "Nothing comes off your body until you beg me to take it off. I want you with me one hundred percent tonight, mentally, intellectually, and physically. Do you understand what I am saying?"
She nodded, consenting to his rules and appreciating the fact that he'd considered her insecurities in his planning since it enabled her to move at her own pace. Knowing that he didn't expect her to strip naked all at once also served to relax her, something he, no doubt, knew, so she could better enjoy whatever he intended without stressing and worrying about having to suck in her belly or thinking about the stretch marks on her stomach from her weight loss. The lingerie did a great job in hiding everything she was self-conscious about.
"Alrighty then." He took her hand, and instead of guiding her toward the bed, he led her to the oversized ottoman.
He sat down, and as he motioned for her to sit down on his lap so that she was sitting on his bare thighs facing him with her knees on either side of his hips, she realized that this position was her personal fantasy, the one she'd revealed to him that night on the phone when he'd asked her how do you want to be screwed?
He placed his warm, strong hands on her knees, his fingers massaging her thighs as he skimmed them beneath the hem of her babydoll and slowly up her spread legs. "The last time I made you come, it was on the phone and I couldn't see your face when you climaxed. I want that tonight. I want to watch as I give you that pleasure."
Oh, yes, please, don't stop. Those fingers, so close to her center, made her clit throb shamelessly with need. With his hot, dark gaze holding hers, he pressed his thumbs firmly against the silk panel covering her sex, and her breath caught as the wet heat of her arousal seeped through the fabric. She was already wet, her flesh sensitive and getting slicker. He smiled knowingly as he added more of a sliding pressure, which also increased the friction all along her slit and right back up to that central bundle of nerves. His expert touch was exquisite torture.
Her insides quivered, and she grabbed on to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as a soft moan escaped her. Her knees clenched tighter against his hips, and she arched against his skillful long fingers, her thirsty body already chasing the promise of fulfillment he was deliberately dangling just beyond her reach.
She pushed herself harder against his hand, all to no avail, and a frustrated sound rolled up from her throat. "Sam, please stop teasing me."
"Why?" An unapologetic grin curved his lips as his thumbs continued to work her over—rubbing, pressing, circling deftly pausing and then starting back again. "Is there something you want, Mercedes? Something you need specifically?"
"I need . . ." Oh, God, how did she say that she needed to come with his fingers inside of her? "Take off my panties. Please," she begged, beyond caring so long as it meant finally getting the release her body craved. "I want you to finger me and kiss me and make me come."
Before she realized his intent, his hands clamped around her waist, and he tipped her backward so that her entire upper body lay on the ottoman, with her hair tousled around her head and her legs over the side. She hardly had time to process what was happening as he grabbed the sides of the lace underwear and almost ripped them off her as he hurriedly dragged the tiny scrap of fabric down her thighs and legs.
Then he dropped to his knees on the floor in front of her. His big palms pushed her legs indecently wide apart so there was no way to hide what he'd just bared to his gaze, and his mouth touched down on the inside of her thigh, hot and damp and beyond erotic. Her body jolted in shock, sending her mind spinning, heart racing, and her kitty cat gushing with new moisture.
"Sam." The uncertainty in her voice rang out when he began to lick her moisture without warning her.
He lifted his head just enough for her to see his wet smirk and the lust in his eyes. "You are the one who said you wanted me to kiss you and make you come."
She groaned. She had, but oh, my God, she meant for him to kiss her on her mouth. She wasn't asking for his tongue down there.
His soft, scorching tongue licked a little higher, and in a panic, she grabbed his hair not accustomed to this type of pleasure. "No one has ever done this to me before."
"Then, I will most happily be the first," he murmured, his voice husky, tempting, hopeful. "Unless you want me to stop?"
Hell no she didn't want him to stop but she didn't want him to do it like she was coerced into doing for Shane. The moment of truth had arrived. Sam was a man of his word, and there was no doubt in her mind if she said didn't want him to do it, he would stop, immediately. But now that she was this close, now that he was this close, did she really want to refuse something she'd only read about in erotic novels and seen in porn? Or did she want to experience oral pleasure from Sam a man who seemed to know exactly what he was doing?
It didn't take her long to decide.
"If you really don't mind doing it, I beg you to please not stop," she whispered and whimpered, surrendering that part of herself to him.
He groaned as if she'd given him the greatest gift imaginable when she knew it was going to be the other way around. "I promise you that this is something that I have been wanting to do for a long time," he said in a rasp of voice as he draped her legs over his shoulders.
And then, as if he was afraid she'd change her mind, his mouth was on her in an open, greedy, carnal kiss that made her cry out from the instantaneous shock of pleasure that surged through her. He flattened his palms on her silk-covered stomach, skimming them upward, over her ribs and higher, until he reached her covered breasts. He squeezed the mounds through the material while his tongue swept through her folds, stroked along her cleft, and swirled around her clit once, twice, three times before catching that tender bud between his lips and sucking hard and harder.
She moaned very lustily and loudly, her desire spiking to an overwhelming level that she had never experienced before.
Sam should have known that sex with Mercedes was going to be loud and that they would always have to be alone to indulge in each other because he was loud and liked to talk dirty as well. He lightly pinched her nipples between his fingers, tugged on those sensitive nubs a little harder.
Mercedes felt that twinge of pain all the way down to her pulsing clit. The length of her body shuddered of its own accord, and her hips bucked shamelessly against his mouth, her sex clenching as indescribable sensations ricocheted from her center. And now she understood the term hurts so good because every touch of his sharp thumbnail over her tender nipples was exquisite torture. Every hot lash of his tongue across nerve-laden tissues was bliss. Having this man's mouth devour her was beyond anything she ever could have imagined. And still, he drove her higher and higher, until she was dizzy and delirious and desperate for release.
"Sam, please, I need to come, baby," she implored frantically. Her fingers twisted harder in his hair, not to push him away but to make sure he didn't leave her like this, a hot mess of unfulfilled need.
He listened to her cries and pleas. His mouth and tongue doubled their efforts, and when he finally pushed two fingers deep inside her, she came so hard and so fast, the orgasm so intense she heard herself scream until her throat was hoarse. Pleasure exuded from every single molecule in her shuddering body. She could swear she was seeing stars before the sweetest, overwhelming oblivion overtook her.
For a moment, she felt indescribable, wonderfully so, and utterly fulfilled. And when her breathing finally came back to normal, her pulse slowed, and her mind started working again, she opened her eyes to find Sam standing in front of her—while she was still sprawled on the oversized ottoman. He'd removed his boxer briefs, and now he was completely, gloriously, magnificently naked. Her heavy-lidded gaze took in the impressive length of his erection, which he was currently sheathing with a condom, and shockingly, desire stirred all over again in her belly in the anticipation of having all of him inside of her.
Finished with putting on protection, he glanced down at her, looking happy and so damned pleased with himself, and truthfully, after the amazing orgasm he'd just given her, he had earned the right to be arrogant. Feeling a little self-conscious, she automatically smoothed the hem of her lingerie back down to her thighs—ridiculous, of course, considering where Sam's face had just been and what he'd done, but old habits died hard, and Rome definitely wasn't built in a day.
She shyly smiled up at him, willing to give Sam credit for her first oral experience. "That wasn't half-bad."
"Half-bad?" Laughing in amusement, he sat down on the ottoman beside her, completely comfortable in his nudity. "I guess I'll just have to make sure the other half of tonight is just as good, if not better." He playfully crooked his finger at her. "I want you to straddle my lap and ride me."
Ahhh, the other part of her fantasy she'd revealed to him, she thought, he hadn't forgotten. She did as he asked, standing up, then situating herself on his thighs so that she was only inches away from his cock, which seemed so much bigger and thicker up close and personal. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing the material of her babydoll up to her hips to expose her to his gaze again, and it was impossible to hold back her moan as he glided both of his thumbs over her still-slick, sensitive flesh.
The lazy grin on his lips belied the banked hunger in his eyes, telling Mercedes that he was exercising great restraint because of her. For her. "That orgasm made you softer and oh so wetter," he murmured, his touch between her legs spreading that moisture from clit to core. "Are you ready to take all of me?"
She nodded unable to speak with his fingers making her ache for him, and he placed his hands on her waist and lifted her up on her knees. "I am going to need you to slide the head of my cock along your pussy to get it soaked in your arousal before I enter you," he ordered huskily grateful that they didn't need lube. Mercedes was oh so wet that he was going to have to reupholster the ottoman if she kept getting wetter.
Shivering at his explicit talk, she wrapped her fingers around his length, and as he requested, she rubbed the broad tip along and through her slippery folds before positioning him at her entrance.
"I'm ready for more," she whispered.
He locked gazes with her, and with his fingers clutching her hips, he slowly, gradually guided her down onto his shaft. She gasped as the initial pressure of him entering her tight body gave way to a sweet, burning stretch of pain as, inch by inch, he filled her up, until she was completely seated on his cock. He gave her a moment to adjust to the thick feel of him, sliding his hands up her back, then around to cup her breasts in his palms, kneading the flesh through the silk she still wore.
"You are in charge. Do whatever that makes you feel good," he urged, leaning forward to take one of her breasts into his mouth through the fabric, making her wish the material was gone. "Move as slow as you want or as fast as you desire."
Placing her tiny hands on his chest, she rolled her hips against his, moving up and down just enough to feel him sliding inside her, but it wasn't enough to appease the growing ache where they were joined. He licked her nipples after pinching them soothing them as his tongue curled around each throbbing tip and the material and God, she desperately wanted to feel his mouth on her bare breasts.
Making up her mind, she slid the thin straps of her lingerie down her arms until they caught at her elbows, exposing her upper body to his gaze. He groaned at the sight of her voluptuous breasts but didn't touch them despite how desperate she was for him to touch her. He lifted his eyes to hers; the hunger glimmering in the depths scorched her with a path of fiery pleasure that shot through her belly and settled between her legs.
"Do you want me to touch them?" he asked in a low, deep voice that rasped with arousal and his own restraint.
She swallowed hard and nodded. "I want your mouth kissing on my breasts and sucking my nipples."
As soon as finished speaking, he fitted his hot mouth over one stunningly sensitive breast. Moaning in relief, she plowed her fingers through his hair and arched her back as his wicked tongue licked and swirled around her taut nipple, as the fine edge of his teeth nipped, overloading her senses and causing her to grind down hard on his cock, seeking to alleviate the tingling in her clit and the throbbing in her core. No matter what she did, no matter how she gyrated against him, it wasn't enough to make her come.
She moaned in frustration. "I need more, Sam. Please. So much more."
"Don't worry my sweet, I'll give it to you," he promised as one of his hands wrapped her hair tight around his fist, forcing her head back in a way that bowed her body and forced her breasts and nipples to rub against his chest. He flicked his tongue along her throat, his free hand grabbing her ass and lifting her hips a few inches, giving him the last bit of leverage he needed to take over. Without warning, he surged up into her, filling her again and again, thrusting so hard and deep, so relentless it stole the breath from her lungs, and all she could do was grip his shoulders and surrender to his lovemaking.
Then his strokes began to change, each rhythmic, driving thrust more angled, and oh, God, the head of his shaft dragged repeatedly over an incredibly sensitive spot inside of her that caused her knees to tighten instinctively at his sides. Was this the fabled g spot? She started to pant as the anticipation built, as the knot in her belly turned to a liquid sensation that sizzled along her nerve endings every time he sank into her, every time he withdrew.
"That's it, Mercedes," he growled against her throat, his voice burning with demand and desire. "I want you to remember the pleasure my cock is giving you, so you want more and more of this with me..."
She did. There was no forgetting the way he pleasured her, and she didn't want to, not when each heated slide of his cock continued to steal her sanity, and another phenomenal orgasm beckoned. He sucked on the side of her neck giving her love bites and she closed her eyes as the waves of passion built, then cried out moments later as an exquisite climax flooded her.
"Christ," she barely heard Sam swear as her sheath contracted around him, milking him oh so tightly. "You feel so freaking amazing."
Before her orgasm ebbed completely, he slammed her down onto him, his hand letting go of her to grab her hips so he could grind against her pussy, so he could work his shaft deeper inside her as his own release approached. She opened her eyes in time to watch him, to see him unravel and lose all control.
His head was tipped back, the cords in his neck straining, the muscles across his shoulders bunching beneath her hands. His lips parted on a groan as his thrusts grew shorter, faster, more erratic, then his entire body tensed, and shockingly, Mercedes felt his shaft pulse deep inside of her as he came, the pleasure on his face thrilling her.
Wow. She was definitely not some frigid cold slab of ice. Judging by Sam's expression she was the shit. She smiled to herself as the thought drifted through her mind before she gave into exhaustion and collapsed completely on top of him.
Sam woke up before the alarm went off early the following morning, his happy dick already hard as wood at the feel of a warm, soft, lush body spooned up against him. Not just a body. Mercedes' body. He was also equally pleased to find that he held a generous handful of her breast, and he couldn't resist plucking the firm nipple with his fingers.
Mercedes moaned in her sleep but didn't wake up. After the two times he'd made love to her last night the last time in the shower, Sam knew he should give her the next forty minutes to catch up on her rest before they had to get up. It was Monday, and she needed to be at her office at nine for a client, but he was too selfish to waste the time on dozing, especially now that he'd finally gotten Mercedes completely naked.
He smiled to himself. Last night lovemaking had been a resounding success. The lingerie he'd bought her had proved its worth, giving Mercedes the confidence to be a bit daring that first time, and by the second round, he'd managed to coax her to take a shower with him. Baring her body to him hadn't been easy for her, he knew, but he was fairly confident that by the time he had her pressed against the shower wall, he'd finally convinced her that her sexy curves turned him on, the proof of which was currently very eager to be buried deep inside of her again. He knew he hadn't helped her conquer every single one of her insecurities, but he was determined that, in time, he would help her overcome them all.
He'd had plenty of short-term relationships over the years, but Mercedes was the first woman to make him feel invested in what they could have together beyond this fake engagement. Because after last night, there was no doubt in his mind that he was on the downhill slide of falling in love with her. He wanted so much more with Mercedes. He wanted to be her protector and the man she turned to when she needed something. Wanted more fun, playful moments together. More of her smiles and laughter and watching her beautiful face as she came for him while he was deep inside her soft, lush body.
But most of all, he wanted a future with her. To see all her dreams come true to have her by his side when his dreams came true as well. The thought of not having her in his life after he fulfilled his end of the bargain next weekend at the charity event was something he didn't even want to consider, and he probably had that long to convince her that his feelings for her were the real deal. Not an easy feat when he knew how closely she guarded her heart and emotions because of her insecurities that went much deeper than just her body issues. Her encounter with Sugar hadn't help things either.
But right now, before they each went to work for the day, he intended to make sure there was no doubt in her mind just how much he desired her. If that's what he had to build on to show her how much he cared, then that was where he'd start. He wouldn't stop until she became addicted to him and maybe there was some truth in the fact that a man could sleep with a woman without catching feelings but that was so much harder for a woman to do. He hoped Mercedes would come to care for him as more than as a temporary fling.
As quietly and easily as he could so he didn't wake Mercedes yet, he reached over to the nightstand, where there were his new foil packs, and he rolled a condom down his thick shaft. She was lying on her side, the covers tucked beneath her arm, and he gently tugged the comforter and sheet down her body. He almost laughed when she didn't so much as stir. Clearly, he'd worn her out last night.
It was still fairly dark in his room, and even though his eyes had already adjusted, he knew she'd appreciate the darkness, and in this instance, he was happy she could be naked and unashamed. Settling on his side behind her again, he trailed his fingers lightly along the indentation of her waist and up the slope of her hip, loving the silky feel of her skin. She sighed, and he continued his exploration. Her top leg was angled away from the bottom one, enabling him to easily glide his fingers through that warm junction between.
She was soft and dewy and inviting, and as he pushed two fingers through her flesh and circled her clit, her hips pushed back against his hand.
Grinning at her response, he buried his face against her neck and hair, inhaling the musky scent of himself on her, along with a touch of everything that made her feminine. It was a sexy heady combination and sent another surge of blood to his excruciatingly erect cock.
"Mercedes," he murmured softly in her ear, gently coaxing her awake with an arousing stroke, not wanting to take her until she was completely aware and consenting of what was happening.
Her body stirred a little more, and when he eased two long fingers inside her and deliberately massaged that sensitive patch of flesh just inside her channel, her sensual gasp and the fluttering of her lashes as she opened her eyes told him she was definitely waking up.
"Morning, sweet Cedes," he said huskily as he trailed kisses along her smooth shoulder while fucking her with his fingers and getting her ready to accept his aching cock.
"Ummm," she hummed, trying to turn around until he stopped her. "I thought I was dreaming."
He chuckled, the sound low and sexy in the dark. "You always have these kinds of erotic dreams of me?"
"I have been having them pretty regularly since meeting you," she admitted and moaned when he pressed his fingers deeper before dragging them back out to play with her clit. "What time is it?"
He rubbed his cheek against hers, even though he hadn't shaved. "Almost five-thirty, which means I have thirty minutes to introduce you to sleepy morning sex. The perfect way to start a day, in my opinion. And the best part? You get to relax and I'll do all the work, and you'll get an orgasm out of it, too."
"How do you want me, Sammy?"
"Every way I can have you," he answered automatically and meant it in more ways than just this physical act. "But right now, I'll take you just like this. Put your legs together and bend your knees forward so they're slightly raised, then tilt your ass back toward me."
She did as he asked, and as soon as she was in position, he aligned himself along her backside, pressing the head of his dick between her moist flesh that parted as he eased into her from behind. He pushed into her slowly, leisurely, filling her up until he was as deep as he could possibly go.
He clasped her hip with one of his hands to keep her from moving. He brought the other around Mercedes and gently circled his fingers around her breast squeezing the sensitive mounds. He could tell last night that her breasts were an erotic zone for her and that a little pain mixed with pleasure caused her to get hotter and even wetter; the sweet clenching of her pussy around his cock right now told him that she was totally turned on by breast and nipple play.
He kissed her jaw and rocked his hips against hers, his shaft gliding out to the tip, then all the way back inside the tight clasp of her body again. The slick heat surrounding him, hugging him, she was just so tight. Slow and steady, he moved, gradually building momentum, and judging by her soft gasps and low, delirious moans, he knew she was getting close, too.
"Touch yourself," he ordered gruffly, needing to feel her inner muscles squeezing his dick even tighter. "I need you to make yourself come."
Mercedes obeyed, her hand delving between her thighs, her fingers touching, stroking, faster and faster, matching her rapidly increasing panting breaths. And every time she came into contact with his shaft, that fleeting touch made him a little hotter, a little wilder, a whole lot crazier.
"Sam," she groaned. The frantic sound of his name on her lips and the way she was pushing her ass back against his hips to take him harder, faster, let him know she was almost there just as he was.
Her mouth fell open on a soft cry of pleasure, and she began to shake with the intensity of her climax, while deep inside her body, that rippling sensation enveloped his cock, gripping the length like a tight fist, those internal spasms sending him over the edge along with her. A growl tore from his throat as his orgasm blasted through him. He gripped her hip so hard to keep her steady while he drove into her, again and again, that he hoped to God his fingers didn't leave bruises as he was the one shouting her name this time over and over.
When they were both spent and finally coming down from the euphoric high that accompanied great sex, he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek and reluctantly pulled out of her. He went into the bathroom, took care of the condom, and cleaned up, and when he returned, she had the sheet pulled up to her chest. After what she'd just given him, he didn't say a word. It was enough, for now, that she wasn't wearing anything at all.
"I need to get up," she said, her warm, dark eyes all over his body, which he didn't mind a bit. "And you're going to have time to drive me back home."
"I will. But first I need a few minutes to recover, and then I'm making you breakfast while you soak in the jacuzzi before I take you back," he said as he slid into bed beside her again.
She ran a self-conscious hand through her tousled hair. "You don't have to do that."
He rolled his eyes. "Yes, I know that. I want to, so let me, because it will make me very happy to feed you and know that you're going to work with a full stomach."
He pulled her into his arms and was grateful when she didn't resist and snuggled into his side, her soft, warm body pressing against his. They had a few minutes yet before they really needed to be up and moving, and he wasn't sure when he was going to see her next.
"What are you doing this week?" he asked, thinking and planning ahead.
She lifted her head from his shoulder, and said, "It's pretty busy. I have a few matchmaking receptions this week in the evenings, four client interviews, and a whole lot of packing to do for the move, both at the office and at home. And you and I have the charity carnival this coming weekend on Saturday."
"I'm looking forward to it. In fact, I meant to tell you that I had Harmony to make a donation to the Mercy Home for Boys & Girls on behalf of Premier Realty."
She smiled at him, her fingers absently sliding down to his abdomen, then back up to his chest, as if she enjoyed just touching him. "Thank you. All of us involved with the charity really appreciate that."
Sam had all been happy to contribute to a worthy cause. "I was also able to get the guys at the office, and Jane, to donate their time to help out at the carnival on Saturday. April will be thrilled to have the extra help."
Mercedes laughed, her brown eyes sparkling. "More like she will be thrilled to see some hot guys without shirts to sit in the dunking booth so the wealthy ladies will open up their wallets to buy some balls." Her eyes widened. "Oh, my God, that totally sounded dirty."
He chuckled as he pushed his fingers into her hair and gently massaged her scalp. "Yeah, it did. But just for the record, if I'm sitting up on that dunk tank bench, my balls can only be purchased for by you, thank you very much."
They both had a busy week, but after last night with Mercedes and this morning's revelation, he was determined to make the most of any time he could get with her.