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Mercedes used the garage remote that Sam had given her that morning, along with the house key and alarm code.
And within moments, she was parked and walking into her temporary home.
She hadn't been sure what he had in mind for their dinner plans, so she'd stopped on the way home and picked up the ingredients for spaghetti bolognaise.
Didn't everyone love pasta?
Geez, she hoped he wasn't on some low-carb eating plan. He certainly had a body that would attest to a careful diet and exercise.
Though her own curvy figure, gave testament to the fact that she enjoyed her food and didn't deprive herself of indulgences as often as she probably should.
Mercedes changed into a pair of soft yoga pants and a tank top, before returning to the kitchen to boil the noodles and make the sauce...which was out of a jar tonight.
But she did add some extra spices to liven it up a bit.
A while later, just as she was plating her food, Sam walked through the door.
She noted he looked a bit tired, but otherwise, just as delectable as he had that morning.
He gave her a smile before removing his suit jacket and draping it over a bar stool.
"How was your day?" he asked, as he sniffed the air appreciatively. "Wow, that smells amazing. Better than my usual fare."
"My day was good," she replied, as she filled another plate for him. And she figured, since it was just the two of them, they could eat at the bar.
"I hope you like spaghetti. It's nothing fancy, but the idea sounded good in my head," she said.
"Sweetheart, it's wonderful." He touched her shoulder as he walked by. "I'll grab a bottle of wine from the rack. Would you like a glass?"
Nodding, she said,
"Yes, please."
They worked around each other as if they'd been doing it for years, and soon, they'd settled side by side twirling pasta onto their forks.
When Sam moaned his approval after his first bite, Mercedes felt her body spark to life.
What she wouldn't give, to hear him make that sound while they were between the sheets together. Heck, she had heard it before...in Vegas...she'd just been too drunk to appreciate how sexy it sounded.
Between mouthfuls, Sam joked,
"I'd marry you if we weren't already hitched. It's nice to come home to a meal that I didn't have to cook or place an order for. Thank you for doing this," he added sincerely.
Mercedes was touched and momentarily went speechless. After a few seconds, she took a sip of her wine and asked,
"So how was your day?"
"It sucked," he deadpanned.
She blinked rapidly at him, unsure if she'd heard correctly.
"Really?" she finally asked, when he didn't elaborate. "Did something happen or was it just one of those days?"
Sam took a few more bites of pasta and wiped his mouth with his napkin, before turning his chair toward hers.
"I had lunch with Melanie today and told her the happy news. Let me just say, we're probably not getting a congratulations card in the mail anytime soon. She'd be more likely to egg our house or paper our trees."
Mercedes choked back the thrill she got at him using the word 'our' to focus on what he'd said.
"Wow! I'm sorry," she simply said. "I mean, you didn't think she'd be happy about it, so why are you surprised?"
Rubbing his chin, Sam chuckled dryly.
"She went about fifty levels above how I thought she would react, especially in a public place. The country club is probably going to cancel my membership, after the show we put on for them. She was tossing out profanities faster than a speeding bullet. She involved everyone from the Holy Father to my mother."
"Why in the world would you go somewhere like that to talk to her?" Mercedes asked in confusion.
That was like sitting on a church pew with your cell phone volume turned to high. Was he that naïve to think she wouldn't show her ugly side in public?
Men...they always underestimate a woman scorned.
"I thought she was less likely to freak out, if she was around other social climbers," Sam went on. "She's usually paranoid about her image and trying to be one of the society crowd. I had no idea she'd start frothing at the mouth, at the word 'married'. Of course, I expected her to be upset, but damn, it was almost like some kind of breakdown. She might not be pleasant most of the time, but this was in a whole new zip code from her usual neighborhood of irritated behavior."
Wincing, he added,
"At one point, she told me she'd like to 'shove my balls up my ass and choke me with them in reverse,' or something along those lines."
Mercedes couldn't help it, when she burst out laughing.
She could picture Sam sitting there, surrounded by people enjoying their lunches, while Melanie spewed profanity and creative insults his way.
And she would bet, he wouldn't make the mistake of having a public meeting, about a touchy subject with her again.
Melanie must've completely lost it, when she'd discovered, that she wasn't going to get her way with him, no matter how much she threatened him with his daughter.
And looking at Sam, sitting just inches away...so damn handsome it should be a sin...she could almost sympathize with the other woman.
His thick, blonde hair was standing on end in several places, as if he'd run his hands through it more than once during the day.
And his eyes...which reminded her of a lush green forest on a bright summer's day...were smiling at her, not in the least upset, that she'd just been laughing at his painful experience with Melanie.
And those lips.
God, they drove her crazy.
They seemed unusually full for a man and so utterly kissable. Heck, she'd thought multiple times about sucking the bottom one into her mouth and...
"I swear, baby, you need to stop whatever you're thinking, because you're killing me," Sam said roughly.
Busted.
From Sam's pained expression, Mercedes figured, what she'd been feeling, had been written all over her face.
Talk about awkward.
Did she laugh it off and pretend it had nothing to do with him, even though she might have moaned his name at some point without knowing it?
No, surely, she hadn't been that out of it.
A denial was on the tip of Mercedes' tongue, when she remembered her conversation with Michelle.
And even though she hadn't planned it, this gave her an opening, if she wanted to pursue more of a physical relationship with Sam.
And if his reaction was any indication, he wasn't averse to it.
'You can do this. The worst that can happen, is he says no.'
Pulling up the proverbial big girl panties, she met his gaze head-on and said,
"What if I don't want to stop?"
Sam was shocked...that much was readily apparent, by his sharp intake of breath.
But there was more.
He wanted her.
His eyes were like dark green twin fires.
And the hand that had been lying relaxed on the bar, was now clenched tightly.
"Make sure you mean it, Mercedes. Don't start something you won't see through."
Taking a huge leap of faith, she got to her feet and eased between his spread legs, until they were almost chest to chest.
"I want you, Sam," she whispered.
'Please let him take over now before my bravado deserts me.'
With a muttered oath, Sam's arms encircled Mercedes and his hands came to rest on the cheeks of her ass.
Pulling her even closer, he lowered his head and took her lips. And it soon became apparent, that he wasn't a man to play around.
His tongue didn't ask permission...it staked a claim as it entered her mouth.
She'd never been this turned on from a kiss, but as he licked, nipped, and sucked, her nether regions fluttered madly to life.
And as caught up in the moment as she was, a part of her mind was still waiting for him to move the show into the bedroom.
But Sam, it seemed, had other plans.
With agility that would put a circus performer to shame, he moved his hands to her waist and hoisted her onto the granite countertop...all without releasing her lips.
In fact, he kept possession of those, until he put a hand behind her head and began easing her backward, laying her across the cool surface.
Then, he took a step back and just stared down at her.
"You are so fucking beautiful," he said huskily, as he trailed a finger between her breasts and down her stomach.
He eased the fabric of her blouse up, to reveal her pink lacy bra and she laid in breathless anticipation of his next move.
Which wasn't long, because he raised his hands and cupped her breasts, teasing the hardening nipples through the thin material.
"Oh God..." Mercedes hissed, as desire flooded her core.
'I'm going to come before he even touches me down there,' she thought, but couldn't bring herself to care.
It had been too long since she'd felt a man's hands on her body, and she hadn't realized how much it would affect her.
The first time they'd been together, she'd been intoxicated. But tonight, she was high on nothing but him and the way he made her feel.
When Sam abruptly tugged the cups of her bra down and released her swollen peaks, Mercedes moaned her approval.
Then, he sucked one into his mouth, biting it hard enough to leave a stinging sensation.
"Sam! Sooo good..." she cried. And just like that, an orgasm ripped through her body.
But instead of continuing to lavish attention upon her hardened peaks, Sam surprised her by shifting down her body and pulling her yoga pants and underwear off in one impressive move, letting them pool on the floor.
Then, he was circling her slick womanhood, before burying one long digit inside her.
"Ride my hand, baby, take what you need," he ordered roughly.
And she did.
Out of her mind with desire, Mercedes gripped the edge of the counter and moved her body downward, while Sam thrust upward and into her wet heat.
"That's it, sweetheart," he rasped out.
She was right there, all the while, and just seconds away from coming again, he laid an arm across her hips and stilled her movements.
"I own this one, sweetheart, let me finish you."
And with that, he took her feet and swung them over his shoulders, before lowering his mouth to devour her dripping sex.
"Oh, my God...Sam!" she screamed, as she fisted his hair and held on for dear life.
And even when she tried to pull away, he refused to let her. He kept working her, until nothing was left of her orgasm but an occasional shudder.
"That was...wow!" Mercedes whispered in awe.
She heard Sam's muffled laughter and realized, she was still holding him captive between her thighs.
Releasing her hold on his hair, she grinned sheepishly at him.
"Um...sorry about that."
He laughed easily, as he dropped a kiss on one of her thighs, which still hung over his shoulders.
"You'll never hear me complain about being trapped there, sweetheart. It's about as close to heaven as I can imagine."
Mercedes was basking in the beauty of Sam's words, when he began peeling his clothing off.
She swallowed audibly, as he locked eyes with her.
He pulled his shirt from his pants and tossed it on the floor, followed quickly by his undershirt.
'Come to Mama,' she thought heatedly, her mouth watering at the sight of his broad shoulders, that tapered down into washboard abs.
'I could easily bounce a quarter off that firm flesh,' she thought.
"Nice," she squeaked inadequately.
What did one say in response to something like that?
She was sure a poet somewhere would do it justice, but for now, her one-word mumblings would have to do.
The sound of Sam unbuckling his belt was like a gunshot in the kitchen.
Followed closely by the unmistakable swish of his zipper lowering.
They were really doing this.
He was going to take her, right where they'd had a bowl of spaghetti moments earlier.
How smoking hot!
A man was so impatient for her, he couldn't make it to the bedroom.
She'd had fantasies about sex like this for years.
The craziest place she'd ever done it to date was in the shower and even that had been only a couple of times.
Matt believed in making love in the bedroom or occasionally on the sofa. Certainly not in the kitchen.
"You have no idea how much I've wanted this," Sam growled.
And Mercedes watched in amazement, as he pulled his wallet out and removed a condom from it.
Apparently, every man did walk around with a rubber just in case.
She found herself trying to subtly strain to see his size, as he shoved his pants, then his boxer briefs down.
But when his manhood bounced up toward his stomach, her breath came out in a whistle.
'Dear mother of all things big and long...'
Granted, she'd slept with only one man before, so she had limited experience, but she'd been certain, that monster penises like that didn't really exist.
That was why they made vibrators so big, right?
Then a girl could have a man with a regular-size penis and enjoy something a little more substantial, when she was in the mood for variety.
Only now, she knew she'd been wrong...in a big way.
Mercedes gulped, and then continued with the one-word utterances.
"Big."
Sam cocked a brow at her as he fisted himself.
"Huge," she added, as if that sounded any better. The man was probably starting to believe he was having sex with an idiot, incapable of stringing more than two words together to form a coherent thought.
He gave her a wolfish grin, as he actually wiggled his massive penis in her direction, before sliding the condom on.
'Extra-large size, no doubt,' Mercedes thought.
Then he was grabbing her legs in each hand and spreading them wider.
And back over his shoulders they went.
He seemed to really have a thing for that position.
When the fat head of his shaft brushed against her, Mercedes moaned like a porn star on her first audition.
She was afraid her starved sex was going to grab his staff and pull him inside, before he ever had the chance to thrust.
That absurd thought had her on the verge of giggling, until he pushed inside her with no warning.
"Fuck!" he hissed, as if in pain.
"Ahhh...Sam..." Mercedes moaned, as her body rushed to accommodate his size.
If not for the fact that she was still soaking wet from their foreplay, his sudden entry would've been painful.
As it was, her vagina burned, as it stretched around his massive size. But on the other side of that discomfort, was a pleasure, the likes of which she'd never experienced before.
Sam pulled out, then pushed back in deep once again and held himself there. Then, he leaned closer, grinding his pubic bone against her.
'My husband is a sex god. I've hit the jackpot...or maybe...that's jackcock.'
"You okay, sweetheart?" he rasped out, as he circled his hips against her.
Mercedes nodded frantically, unable to spit out even the single-word responses she had been managing.
He made a series of shallow thrusts before plunging back in once again. And he kept that up, only increasing his movements, when he felt her tight femininity grasping and clenching him.
A sign that she was close.
Meanwhile, Mercedes felt as if she would explode at any second. She felt herself tightening, drawing Sam impossibly deeper into her willing body.
Then, she felt his finger rubbing her, in an up and down pattern, and she detonated. But she kept contracting around him, as he gave her a myriad of fast pumps, before finding his own release with a harsh shout of pleasure.
In her post-coital bliss, she was only vaguely aware of being carried through the house.
She was surprised, though, when, instead of walking to the bedroom that she'd used the previous night, Sam went to his.
He shifted her in his arms to pull the comforter back on the bed, before laying her body on the cool sheets.
"This feels nice," she murmured as she snuggled into the softness.
And she had almost drifted off to sleep, when he reappeared at her side, nudging her legs apart.
She felt a warm cloth wiping her there, and as much as she wanted to be embarrassed about the intimacy of it, she figured that reaction was silly, since his penis had just been inside her, not five minutes ago.
It didn't get much more personal than that.
"Slide over, baby," Sam instructed, as he laid a hand on her hip. And she shifted, to make room for his large frame in the bed.
She was both surprised and blissfully happy, when he turned her onto her side and spooned against her back.
"What time is it?" she asked drowsily, thinking it couldn't be terribly late.
"It's just after nine." He chuckled. "I haven't turned in for the night this early in years."
She smiled.
"Oh no! We left all of our dishes sitting in the kitchen," she mumbled. "I need to clean up before we go to sleep."
"Relax, sweetheart," he said, pulling her firmly against him. "I put everything in the dishwasher before I locked up."
Those were the last words she heard, before she fell into a well deserved slumber.
Sam laid awake thinking, long after Mercedes had drifted off to sleep.
He certainly hadn't planned on what had happened between them earlier. But God, it had been so incredibly hot.
And so good...quite possibly the best he's ever had.
Her response to his touch had been perfect.
He'd been strangely moved, when he'd come home from work to find her in his kitchen making dinner.
Such a domestic situation should've scared the hell out of him. Instead, he'd found himself grateful to her for being there, after his lunch altercation with Melanie.
Just talking and laughing about it all had felt so damn good. He'd never had any desire for something like that, but for the first time, he wondered what else he'd been missing out on, by avoiding relationships.
Then she had given him that look. One that quite plainly said she wanted him.
Yes, he'd warned her to stop if she didn't mean it, but she hadn't backed down. And he had been so eager, he'd almost lost control a few times...which never happened to him.
He'd had to recite a lot of baseball statistics in his head and thankfully, it had worked.
Afterwards, without even thinking, he'd brought her to his room instead of hers. Another oddity...he didn't spend the night with women and he damn sure didn't spoon them as he was doing now.
But she'd been different from anyone else he'd been with from the beginning, in a way that he didn't fully comprehend.
And truthfully, after the mind-blowing sex and the need to be close to her, he was a little lost.
He didn't have a clue as to what to do next, and as the hours ticked away, he got increasingly nervous, about facing what was sure to be some morning-after awkwardness.
So, an hour earlier than usual, he slid quietly from the bed and took a quick shower, before dressing in the closet with the door closed.
He didn't even bother to shave.
And felt like a total asshole as he crept through the still dark bedroom and out the door.
He needed the day to regroup.
If there was any chance that he and Mercedes might have something between them, other than a marriage in name only, then he needed to find a way to stop freaking out, at the first sign of intimacy.
When Mercedes awoke the next morning, she noted Sam was already gone.
She looked around, thinking, maybe he'd left her a note. But found none. And the only indication that anything had happened last night, was the tenderness between her legs and the fact that she was in his bed.
Then it hit her, that he was possibly in another part of the house, or maybe making some coffee. So, not seeing any clothing on the floor, she quickly pulled the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around herself, before going to investigate.
A few moments and a quick peek into the garage later, she had her answer...he'd left without a word to her.
'What did you expect? A letter with hearts written by your name? This is Sam Evans, he doesn't do romance.'
Hitching the bedding up tighter under her arms, she released a disappointed sigh, before moving to the coffee pot and turning it on.
Then she walked back to the bedroom and into the bathroom, to take a shower while the coffee was brewing.
As the hot water cascaded over her, Mercedes allowed her mind drift to the previous evening.
Sam had set her body afire, in a way that she'd never dreamed was possible. And as mind blowing as the sex had been, it had been the surprisingly tender gesture of him holding her close in his bed afterwards, that had really touched her.
Maybe that's why waking up alone this morning had shocked her.
Obviously, she'd expected a bit more from him today. If nothing else, some kind of acknowledgment of their night together would've been nice.
Was she expecting too much from a man, who had openly admitted to never having had a serious relationship?
The current situation was something new for both of them.
They were attracted to each other and had acted on it. Did it have to be more than that at this point?
She'd married him in a drunken Las Vegas moment. There was nothing traditional about it
So instead of the hurt that she had originally felt at his absence, she did something she wouldn't normally do...she decided to live in the moment for as long as possible.
She had to believe that Sam had come into her life for a reason and she could either embrace their time together, or make herself miserable, by overanalyzing everything that occurred.
God, hadn't she spent enough time being unhappy?
Turning off the shower, she stepped out and squared her shoulders.
She'd had kick-ass sex last night. For today, that's all she needed to focus on.
Stay safe!