After coming home from dinner that night, Mercedes and Sam, decided to spend a little more time together. They opened a bottle of red wine, placed a picnic blanket on the grass and laid down side by side to look at the stars. They talked, laughed, and kissed until the bottle of wine that they were sharing was empty. Mercedes was definitely feeling the buzz as Sam walked her to her room.

Feeling bold from all the wine she had consumed, she kissed Sam when they got to her door. It was not abnormal for them to make out at the end of every night but this time around, she felt different. She felt like she wanted to consume Sam and let him consume her. Lust was driving her and she was letting it happen. She kissed him deeply, her hands holding him closer to her as Sam mashed her body between the door and his own body. His lips trailed kisses on her cheeks and neck as their make out session progressed.

"I want you, Mercy." Sam said breathlessly.

"Take me to bed…Now, Sam!" She demanded.

Everything was a blur after that, all she remembered was reaching for the doorknob, stumbling into the bedroom and then landing on the bed with Sam on top of her. She knew that Sam was desperate to have her but he took his time—removing her clothes in a painfully slow speed, then kissing every inch of her skin as he got the job done. When she was completely naked, he worked at removing his clothes. Mercedes gasped at the sight of her naked husband. He was like a sex god roaming the earth, sent to her—just for her to fulfill her sexual needs. His body was perfection—ripped arms and abs that she wanted to lick and grab onto while he pounded into her wet tunnel. Sam looked even more glorious as he was walking up to her—if she was a woman with a weak heart, she would probably have been dead by now—he was just that sexy.

Mercedes was having a hard time with her self control the closer Sam got to her. Her mind kept screaming for her to leap off the bed, pounce on him and have her wicked ways with him. But her heart was telling her to wait. To wait for him to come to her and make his move. And he did. As soon as he was in front of her, he gently pushed her onto the bed, settled himself on top of her and began to kiss her. The kiss like all the other kisses, was hot and filled with desire—desire, to have Sam bury his length within her and make love to her until she reached her long awaited release. She felt desirable in Sam's embrace, being ravished by him. Never had she thought that she could even feel that way but yet again, like always, her husband proved her wrong. Most of the time Mercedes didn't like being wrong but this time she didn't mind it at all. If being wrong felt this good then she wanted to be wrong all the time.

She could feel the evidence of his arousal rubbing on her wet heat and her lust for him intensified. She wanted him but at that very moment she didn't know what to do. It was like she was a born again virgin—although she was far from one. Somehow Sam could sense her insecurities and took charge. He latched on to her nipples, licking and sucking on them, one after the other, until they were both stiff. Breathing became an issue as his lips moved lower—from her breasts, he trailed kisses down to her belly, kissed and nipped her inner thighs and then finally, he was between where she the ached most, her pussy.

Sam was an experienced lover, he knew what to do with his tongue to make her squirm and beg for more. Oral sex had never been a big deal for Mercedes, probably because Shane was bad at it—whenever he would go down on her, she wanted to pull out her phone and play a game. It was just that bad. But not with Sam, with him all she could think about was how good it felt. How incredibly arousing it was when he would flick her clit with his tongue or suck on it. With Sam, all she could think of was the indescribable pleasure running through her veins. Mercedes could feel her climax approaching, it was so close that she could almost taste it.

"Please, Sam… I want you now."

When he heard her beg for him, Sam looked up. There was little hesitation on his part that she could tell which was quickly replaced by overwhelming hunger and lust. Getting up from between her thighs, he went to his pants in search for a condom then came back to her when he had it in his hand.

Sam was about to rip the gold wrapping off the condom when she said, "Lay down, Sam… Let me help you with that."

He complied right away and got comfortable on the bed. She wanted to get the task done fast but was distracted by his erection. His penis stood proud between his thighs, with a purple tip and veiny pole—Mercedes almost drooled at the anticipation of having it in her mouth. With desire ruling her judgment, she took him in her mouth, savoring the tangy/salty taste of his pre-cum that leaked from the tip.

"Oh my god… That feels amazing…" Sam moaned as she sucked him deeper. Looking up and straight into her husband's eyes, she swirled her tongue around his pole which elicited a half moan, half whimper out of Sam. Mercedes had never felt this powerful in her whole life, knowing that she could bring her handsome husband so much pleasure made her shiver with delight. This was what she wanted. She wanted to be able to please him and know that no matter what he was always satisfied.

"I can't do this anymore. I have to have you, right now!" Sam growled. He gently pulled her up to him—where she straddled his thighs and began kissing her hungrily.

Her juices were pouring out of her as she ground her pussy onto his cock. When she couldn't stand not having him inside her anymore, she lifted herself, grabbed his cock—sheathing it as quickly as her trembling hands would let her. Mercedes had to take a deep breath to calm herself before aligning his cock at her entrance. Looking straight into Sam's eyes, she sank down—taking him into her body. It was such a tight fit that she had to stop and adjust to the snugness.

"Baby, you're so tight…" Sam said, almost like he was reading her mind and then he kissed her as she rolled her hips, riding him gently at first then harder as their love making progressed.

They switched positions after a while, with Sam now on top of her, her legs wrapped around his waist as he moved in and out of her.

"Harder, Sam. I'm so close…" She begged wanting the orgasm that was building within the pit of her stomach to explode.

Following her request, Sam intensified his thrusts—slamming into her freely. She was about to go off the edge when she heard an incessant noise.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

That was when she opened her eyes and realized that she was having a wet dream, again. It had been going on every night for the past month. She had tried everything from reading horror books to masturbating before going to bed, but the dreams seemed to haunt her. And it was getting more vivid every time. Slamming the alarm clock button in anger, she got up and stretched before making her way to the bathroom. She showered quickly then got dressed for the day. Sam was already in the kitchen sipping coffee when Mercedes came down for breakfast. As always, her husband was flawless while she felt and probably looked like a drowned rat—all thanks to her wet dreams.

"Good morning!" Sam greeted enthusiastically at first then he frowned after looking at her no doubt sullen expression and asked, "Are you alright? You look…kind of…tired."

Spare my feelings why don't you, Sam. "I'm fine…" She answered rather annoyed.

Sam seeing that she had something on her mind, stood up, walked up behind her and began massaging her shoulders. "I know that something is bothering you. You want to tell me what it is?" His tone was gentle and loving—how could she not relent and tell him about what was going on?

"If I tell you, you promise not to laugh at me?" Mercedes asked apprehensively.

Continuing with his massage, Sam leaned over to kiss her on the cheek and said, "I promise."

"I've been having trouble sleeping…" She started to explain, "It all started last month. I don't know why but I kept dreaming of you and me in a compromising position together-"

"Wait!" Sam interrupted raising his voice. "Rewind that. When you say 'compromising position together' you mean that you and I are having-" There was a short pause and then a huge gulp came out of him, "Sex?!"

She turned around and got off her chair to look at him and gauge his reaction. To her surprise, he was smiling—either that or he's constipated but she was sure that it was a smile that he was currently flashing her. "Yes, sex. You don't think it's weird do you?"

"No, no, I don't think it's weird at all," Sam took her hand in his and kissed each palm. "To be honest with you, I have been having the same problem. Every night, I dream about having sex with you and every morning my balls get bluer and bluer."

His statement surprised her. Not at the part where he too was having the same problems but at the fact that he looked so put together every morning, when she felt like hell and probably look it too. "That's not fair… How is it that you still look like an Abercrombie and Fitch model while I look and feel like a hag every morning?"

"You do not look like a hag. You are beautiful. I don't ever want to hear things like that coming out of your mouth again, you hear me?" He looked at her intently when he said those words. Not able to say no to Sam, she nodded her head in agreement. When he kissed her lips, she felt her momentary lapse of judgment disappear. She knew she was beautiful, right now in Sam's arms and hearing him say those words to her only made her feel even more beautiful.

After they parted from the kiss, she said, "So where do we go from here? Do you think we should start having sex? I just want you to know that I am more than ready to go down that road with you, if you want to." Mercedes knew that she was being brazen but at this point, she didn't care. She knew now that Sam wanted her too so why should she act coy around him?

"I want you, Mercedes. I really do. It's just that I don't think that sex right now would be a great idea for the both of us," There was a tormented look on his face while he said this.

"Is it because I'm not sexy?"

"What? No! I told you that you are beautiful and that includes you being sexy too," Sam answered. He then lifted her chin so that she was staring into his eyes as he continued to say, "I just want our first time to be special. I want to know that you love me and I love you before we take that step. That way, I know that you're not just using me for sex." He chuckled at the end.

He was obviously trying to lighten the mood but instead of laughing or smiling she smacked him on his arm. "And what makes you think that I'd only be using you for sex?" She stated raising a brow. "You're not that sexy, you know…"

"Sure, I am." Sam answered cockily. "You just admitted it when you proposed sexy time with me…" He smiled cheekily trying to get a rise out of her.

Deciding that she was not going to play the bantering game with him, she said, "I may have proposed sexy time, Sam Evans but you still need my permission to get between my thighs." And with that she walked away, making sure to swivel her hips sexily from side to side as she made her exit.

She couldn't stop her laughter when she heard Sam shout out, "You need my permission to have sex with me too, you know!"


Sam walked into the office grinning from ear to ear that morning. With each passing day, he felt happier and happier, which he was sure had a lot to do with his Mercedes. "His Mercedes." He mouthed. He liked the way the words rolled out of his mouth, it sounded natural.

Smiling like an idiot, Sam did not see Mike approach him. He ran right into Mike, hard, almost knocking him over. "What the hell?! Watch where you're going, man!" Sam muttered, looking at his best friend.

"Sorry Sam, I just had to tell you something really quick before you enter your office." Mike said as he eyed Sam's office door nervously.

"What is it? And why do you look so nervous?"

"Uhh… Don't freak out alright, I just thought you should know that your ex-girlfriend Kitty Harris, is in your office right now." Mike said flinching as if it hurts him to say those words.

Did he just say that Kitty Harris was in his office? It couldn't be. Why would she be in his office? Dragging Mike further away from his office, Sam asked, "What is she doing here?"

"She's the attorney that St. James and Associates sent."

"Shit! Why can't they send some other lawyer?" Sam hissed. Pulling his hair in frustration, he scrunched his brows and continued to say, "This is just great, just when things with Mercy are starting to get good, I have to deal with Kitty. What am I going to tell, Mercy?"

"Wait a minute… Why would you have to tell Mercy anything at all? Mercy's never met Kitty, right?" Mike questioned worriedly. "Right, Sam?" He asked again when Sam didn't answer. "They've met haven't they?" Finally figuring out the truth when his best friend still refused to acknowledge his questions.

"Yes, they've met. Me and Mercy saw Kitty about two months ago when we were having dinner. And Mercy looked like she was getting ready to kill Kitty." Sam explained almost lifelessly. Things were bad enough between Mercedes and Kitty at that one meeting, he didn't even want to imagine how his wife was going to react when he told her that he was now going to be working with Kitty. "What am I going to do Mike? I have to tell Mercy about Kitty but I'm scared that it'll only piss her off."

Mike was silent for a little while—looking away from Sam as he no doubt contemplates what to do next. Then he looked at Sam and said, "What if you keep this a secret?"

Sam shook his head in protest, knowing that not telling Mercedes about this would only come back to bite him in the ass.

Raising his hand to stop Sam from saying anything, Mike said, "Listen, I really think that you should keep from telling Mercedes about Kitty. You said it yourself that Mercedes dislikes Kitty and I don't blame her knowing what Kitty is like in college." He cringed at the memory. "Think about this rationally alright. I just want what's best for you and I think that if you want to stay happy then you should zip your mouth about Kitty."

Sam nodded as he processed what Mike told him—his stomach in knots thinking about what to do with the situation. Although he didn't want to have to lie to Mercedes, he feared that the only way not to hurt her was to keep her from knowing about this. But what if she finds out? How would he explain himself than?

"Hey, you alright, man? You look like you're about to be sick." Mike asked, patting him on the back.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just have a lot of things I need to think through." Sam answered with a frown.

"Things will be ok, Sam. You just have to make sure that you keep everything with Kitty strictly professional. Do your work and go back home to Mercedes. If you can keep Mercedes and Kitty separated, I don't see why working with Kitty should be a problem."

"You know what. You're right, I'll just keep things professional between me and Kitty. Mercy doesn't have to know right? Yeah, that's it. That's what I'll do." Sam said smiling, trying to convince himself that that was the right thing to do. Although at the back of his mind, he had a bad feeling that going through with his plan was only going to hurt him in the end.

"It's settled then. Come on, let's go to your office and get to work. Kitty is already waiting for us." Mike stated as he maneuvered Sam towards his office.

"Mike, you'll stay with me the whole time right?" Sam asked with a worried tone. "I need you around me, man. I don't want to ever give Mercy any doubts about my love for her. If I have to work with Kitty then by god I'll make you stay with me the whole time. In fact, since by right I'm your boss, that is an order." Sam smiled smugly.

"Yeah, whatever boss…" Mike answered sarcastically. "You owe me big time for this." Those were the last things he said before they entered Sam's office to face the music known as Kitty Harris.