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Sam grabbed a beer, then poured a glass of wine for Mercedes.

"Sam?"

When he heard her call his name, he headed down the hall, towards his bedroom.

The door was ajar, so he pushed it open, then, nearly swallowed his tongue.

Mercedes stood next to the bed. She had removed the white toga costume.

Now, all she had on, was a white one-piece corset, red stiletto heels, and white thigh-high stockings.

His member got hard instantly.

"Holy shit, Mercedes."

Her lips curved in a sexy smile.

"This is my other costume."

He tried to swallow, but it didn't work, because, his throat had suddenly gone dry.

"T-that's some costume," he stuttered.

"So...you like it?" she asked.

"I like it so much, that if I'd known you had it on underneath that sheet, I'd have sent everyone home hours ago."

He came into the room, took a long swallow of his beer, to cool his parched throat, then, set the drinks down on the table by the window.

"Seriously, Mercedes, you take my breath away."

"That was what I was hoping for. We haven't had much alone time, since that night we spent together. And I didn't want you to think it was a one-time thing...I didn't think it was."

He swept his fingers up her arm.

"Neither did I. I've been thinking about you a lot."

She lifted her gaze to his, and, as always, her eyes mesmerized him.

"Have you?" she asked.

"Yeah. And just so you know, I would've tried to seduce you tonight, even in that baggy white sheet you were wearing earlier."

She lifted her hand to his face, using her thumb to tease his lower lip.

"Good to know. But isn't this so much better?"

"A million times better."

He was so hard right now, he was afraid he might bust open the seam of his tight Frankenstein pants.

Just looking at her...at that white corset, making her breasts threaten to spill out, her hair flowing over her shoulders, her legs...oh, man she had great legs...and those shoes.

He pulled his wig off and dragged his fingers through his hair.

"I should go take a shower and get this green makeup off my face," he said.

"And leave me standing here? I don't think so."

"You really want...to be with me...looking like this?"

Her lips curved.

"Maybe I have a thing for movie monsters."

"Kinky."

He grasped her wrist and kissed it, then pulled her arm around his neck, drawing her body closer to his, so he could touch her skin and that sexy white thing, that encased her curves.

"I like the way you feel against me," he said, sifting his fingers through her wild curly hair.

"But my hair is graying. Will you still want me when I'm old and gray?" she asked.

She was teasing him, but he wasn't in the mood for jokes right now. Not when she was half naked and pressed against him.

"Yes. Hell yes!" he replied.

Sam tunneled his fingers in her hair and pressed his lips to hers.

Her answering whimper made him groan, made him want to strip her out of that flimsy, sexy thing and slide inside her, so the pounding ache in his balls would go away.

But, he liked the feel of her, when he ran his hand down her back. There were strings back there.

'How the hell did she get dressed in this?'

He made a mental note to ask her later, because, right now her lips moved under his, as her tongue flicked against his.

He picked her up and carried her to his bed, sitting her down on the edge.

Crouching down before her, Sam slid his hands up her silk-clad legs.

"These are nice."

Mercedes smiled down at him.

"You like them?"

"Yeah. The shoes, too." He lifted her leg. "How can you walk in these things?"

"Did you see me doing any actual walking in them?"

He laughed.

"No." He slipped one shoe off, then the other. "But they're hot as hell."

"I thought so, too."

He took her hands and pulled her up, then turned her around, so her back was to him.

"I like these laces in the back..."

He started undoing them.

"...But honestly, I'm going to have to get you out of this thing, baby, because, I want to touch your skin."

She inhaled and let out a breath.

"That would be nice."

Every touch of Sam's hands along her back, was sweet torment.

And he took his time undoing the laces, which she'd had to embarrass herself and ask her sister to do up for her, while she was getting dressed at her parents' house.

Which meant, Michelle knew what she was planning, but once she'd bought the corset, there was no other way, because, she couldn't get into the thing without help.

Or out of it, for that matter.

Michelle had been nice enough, not to say a word, other than give her a secret smile in the bathroom mirror, as she'd laced her up.

So, she owed her sister...big time.

And now, as Sam oh-so-delicately and oh-so-slowly undid the laces, she bit down on her lower lip.

She'd had no idea, that someone getting her out of this corset, could be such a sensual thing, but his knuckles caressed her back, and his breath sailed across her neck and there was his erection...she knew he deliberately brushed against her butt, making her incredibly aware, that this was taking way too damn long.

But then, he separated the back of the corset and turned her around to face him.

"While I like this...a lot...that was some damn torture, Merce."

"For me, too."

He looked down, his fingers grazing the swell of her breasts.

"Did it hurt?"

"That's not exactly what I meant."

He lifted his gaze to her face.

"What did you mean, then?"

"That while you were back there undoing the laces, I was kind of hoping you'd hurry up."

He pulled the corset from her, tossing it to the chair, then cupped her breasts in his hands, using his thumbs to draw circles around her nipples.

"Are you on a timetable, Mercedes? Do you have a curfew?"

She cocked her head to the side and shot him a look.

"No. And you know what I mean."

"I'm sorry. You're right. I was thinking, when I first saw you, that I wanted you naked and underneath me in an instant, so yeah, I get the impatience, believe me. But we have all night, right?"

"Yes, we do."

"Good. Because, I want to take my time, so I can put my mouth and my hands, on every inch of your body."

If he kept talking to her...and touching her this way, she was going to explode.

She supposed, that was the end game, but he was stretching her patience to the limits, especially, when he knelt down and peeled her stockings off.

Every movement was way too slow to her liking.

Still, she appreciated the way he skimmed his fingers over her calves and back up her legs, pausing to kiss her thighs.

Mercedes' breath held, when Sam nudged her legs apart and kissed her inner thighs.

She felt the fake bolts on his neck slide along her legs, and she lifted her head, seeing a green Frankenstein face.

And suddenly, she expected him to make some kind of growling noise.

She burst out laughing and he jerked his head up.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm sorry," she said, between fits of laughter. "But Frankenstein is about to go down on me."

He cocked a brow, jerked on the bolts glued to his neck, pulling them off.

"I told you..."

"I know you did. I just didn't expect..." She laughed again.

He stood, with an amused look on his face and said,

"Don't. Move. I'll be right back." He headed towards the bathroom, then stopped, turned to her and pointed. "And don't start without me."

That made her laugh even harder.

She rolled onto her side and said,

"I promise to let you do all the work."

Mercedes heard the water turn on, then it hit her, that she too, could stand to rinse the white stripes of temporary hair dye, out of her own hair and the fake blood off her neck.

On the plus side, she'd been dying to try out Sam's over-sized shower.

Getting up, she grinned and headed towards the bathroom.

She pushed the door open, letting the warm steam envelope her, then opened the shower door.

Sam's back was to her, and she admired the muscles she saw there.

As if sensing her, he turned to face her.

"Much better," she said, looking at his clean handsome face, as she completely close the shower door behind her.

"Decided on a shower, or did you just miss me?" he asked, moving out of her way, so she could stand under the jets.

"Both." She let the spray wet her hair, then reached for the shampoo bottle. "Plus, if you were going to wash the monster away, I probably should, too."

"There's nothing monstrous about you, baby. You looked full-on sex bomb."

Mercedes couldn't resist grinning, as she shampooed her hair.

"Well. Thanks for that compliment. But you know, I'm already in your shower...naked, so you don't have to throw them my way."

"Just stating the truth."

After rinsing her hair, she used some conditioner and Sam grabbed the body wash and poured it into his hands.

Next, he soaped her up, from her shoulders down to her toes, which felt amazing, especially, since, he once again, took his time touching her body, lingering on her breasts and between her legs, turning her into a quivering pile of turned-on woman.

By the time she had rinsed, she tingled all over.

The pulsing jets and the warm steamy water, only added to the sensual allure of being in the shower with him.

Plus, she had to admit, she liked having a warm, wet, naked Sam all to herself.

His hair stuck up in spikes, while his eyes looked a more clear green, and his erection hadn't abated, since the moment she'd stepped into the shower with him, a fact she took quite personally, in the best possible way.

When he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to kiss her, she moaned against him, needing to feel his body against hers.

She wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck, glad to be rid of the makeup and costumes and just feel naked flesh against naked flesh.

And when he cupped her breast and teased her nipple, she sucked on his tongue, urging him on.

His length slid between her legs and if it weren't for the fact, they didn't have a condom in the shower, he could be inside her right now, assuaging the ache, that beat an incessant rhythm deep in her core.

But soon, his hand was there, massaging her, his fingers slipping inside, as his thumb found her spot and rubbed back and forth.

"Sam," she murmured against his lips, lost in the rippling sensations of his magic fingers.

"Yes, baby," he said, and then, "Now, where was I earlier, before that monster reared its ugly head?"

He dropped to his knees, and Mercedes took in a deep breath, watching, as he spread her legs and put his mouth on her sex.

Delicious sensations rippled through her, as his tongue glided over her.

She was swollen with need and desire, and he mastered her body, until all she could do, was tremble and moan.

She was so close to the edge, so primed for his touch, that with the passionate glide of his lips and tongue over her body, her climax hit hard, making her entire being shudder in response.

Sam gripped her hips, as she rode out her orgasm, then pressed gentle kisses to her thighs, as she settled.

Afterwards, he stood, his mouth immediately taking hers, in a deep, passionate kiss, that primed her passion all over again.

Then, she looked into his eyes, smiled at him, and dropped to her knees, wanting to give him the same mind-blowing pleasure, he'd just given her.

Sam palmed the walls of the shower, unable to believe this dark-haired goddess was on her knees in front of him.

He hadn't expected this from her...that she'd be so responsive to his touch, so sexy, so eager to be with him.

But, he wasn't about to question why, he was just damn happy to be with her.

As Mercedes took his length between her lips, he thought he might have died and gone to heaven.

Or maybe it was hell, because, her lips and tongue were torture.

He gritted his teeth and held on, while she engulfed him, drawing him deep, until he knew for certain he wouldn't last long...not when all he'd thought about all night, was being alone with her, getting her naked and making love to her.

"Mercedes," he groaned, "You're going to make me come."

She hummed, a low, throaty sound, along the length of his shaft, and he lost it, erupting in deep waves, as his orgasm catapulted from him, leaving him shaken.

When he could function again, he lifted her off the floor and took her mouth, his fingers diving into her scalp to hold her, as he kissed her deeply.

She raked her nails down his shoulders and arms, her passion getting him hard again.

He turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel for her.

Mercedes dried off her hair in a hurry, then, cast the towel aside, grasping his hands and pulling him towards the bedroom.

Sam willingly followed, because, yeah, he wanted it too, more than he could put into words.

She fell onto the bed, and he grabbed a condom from the nightstand, placed it on, then rolled next to her.

She pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, her hair loose, wet waves falling over her shoulders and breasts, as she slid down over his pole.

And he'd never seen anything more beautiful...or hotter.

Mercedes rode Sam, her breasts thrust out, her nails digging into his chest, her top teeth biting down on her bottom lip, lost in her own pleasure.

After a while, not wanting to be left out, he gripped her hips and thrust into her.

And she looked down at him appreciatively, glassy-eyed, but still lost in her own desire.

"Take us there," he said, giving her control.

She cast a deep dark smile down at him, then rode him hard, right into orgasm.

When she tightened around him and moaned with her release, he went with her, driving deep and shuddering as he let go.

She fell against his chest, her heart pumping fast and hard against his.

And he stroked her back, content to hear the sound of her breathing for a few minutes, as they both settled.

He wanted to hold her here like this, both of them suspended in this moment of contentment, where there was no conflict, no issues, no past or no future.

Nothing to do, but just...be.

But when Mercedes finally sat up again, she smiled at him, then slid off.

'Yeah. Reality,' he thought.

He left to attend to himself, then came back, turned off the light, and pulled the covers over them.

"Can you stay tonight?" Sam asked.

She hesitated for a few seconds, and he wondered if she wanted to leave.

"Yes. I'd like that."

Now, it was his turn to smile.

"Me, too."

He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her.

Maybe, this was just a 'right now' relationship for them.

Maybe, they had no future together, other than just the moments they could carve out together, but dammit, when they did, they were great moments.

And tonight, she was here, in his bed, wrapped around him.

For now, that was good enough.

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