***Hey everybody! A new chapter? Yep, it was playing around in my head, so I figured "why not?" Be warned, there is a lotta smut going on. Remember, I own nothing connected with the "show that shall not be named!" ***

Chapter 13

While they shared the kiss that sealed their love for each other, Mercedes felt all of her anxiety, fears and doubts sliding away. She felt so light that she actually felt giddy. For once, she was with someone that she didn't have any hang-ups about whether he was just using her. She wasn't worrying about whether he was going to tell his press people all of her secrets. Sam was the real deal. He loved her for just who she is, exactly how she is. It was the most unexpected, surprising thing to ever happen to her. It was so comical she found herself laughing in the midst of their kiss. Sam opened his eyes and looked down at her puzzled, while still keeping his arms wrapped around her waist.

"Gal, are you laughing at me? 'Cuz I gotta say, this is not the reaction I thought you would have after our declarations of love." He teased. She shook her head and she tried to stifle the laughter that kept bubbling inside of her.

"No, babe. It's not you. I'm just…I don't know…happy." She started to laugh all over again. Sam smiled as he watched her giggle.

"And that makes you want to laugh?"

"When you have been through as many hurts and disappointments like I have, babe, the very idea of being happy with someone is laughable." Sam leaned his forehead on hers and held her close.

"Being with you…knowing you, Mercedes… is one of the best surprises that God has ever given me." He whispered.

Mercedes leaned up and kissed Sam softly on the lips.

"You make my heart dance, Sam." Sam caressed Mercedes' cheek and began kissing her neck and collarbone.

"How about I make your body dance too?" Sam murmured as he began licking her neck deeply. Mercedes' eyes closed as a squeak escaped her lips. Sam wrapped his arms around her back and lowered them until they were caressing her soft ample ass. Mercedes felt her core moisten at the eagerness of his touch and pressed her hip into his groin. Sam groaned at the feel of her core against him and her steady movement. He wrapped his hands under her short mini-skirt, grasping firmly onto her ass, and lifted her up till her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked backward and sat on the couch, allowing Mercedes to straddle him.

Mercedes grinded her hips into his growing erection as Sam slowly snapped open her blouse. He licked his lips at the sight of her beautiful cocoa skin. He kissed the top of her breasts, wrapping his arms around her back, furiously trying to unlatch her bra. Mercedes began pulling Sam's shirt over his head when they were interrupted by a heavy knock on the door.

"Go away!" They both shouted as they continued pawing each other, but the knocking continued even louder.

"Damn, damn, damn!" Mercedes screamed as she climbed off Sam's lap. She re-snapped her blouse, and pulled down her skirt. Sam pulled down his shirt, while trying to shift the enormous strain in the front of his pants. Mercedes opened the door to a cheering Sebastian and Matt, who were shouting frantically while carrying champagne bottles and glasses.

"Hey you guys! That was awesome! You both brought the house down." Sebastian screamed as he forcefully hugged both Sam and Mercedes and began to open the champagne bottle on the end table.

"Yes, you both were amazing. But Sam you did it man! Billy Ray loved you!" Matt gushed as he took Sam by the shoulders and started shaking him.

"He wants you like pronto! He thinks you're amazing!" Sam looked at Mercedes who was jumping up and down in excitement.
"See, I told you!" She screamed frantically. Sam was so overwhelmed he didn't know what to do. So he did what any red blooded Southerner would do- he hooted to the top of his lungs. Then he grabbed Mercedes and spinned her around in circles till they were both dizzy. Sebastian started passing around glasses of champagne.

"And that's not all though," Matt continued as he began opening another bottle of champagne. "Billy Ray loved your voice and wants to offer you a contract to both write and sing!" Mercedes gasped at the news.

"Wait, I was applying for a position as a songwriter?" Sam shook his head.

"Sam, this is amazing! See, I told you your voice was great." Mercedes watched as Sam stood shocked at this new information. Actually, he looked more like dazed.

"Yeah, Billy Ray was thinking about starting to schedule studio time and possibly booking some performances for you in the next couple of months." Matt ranted as he threw back his glass of champagne and began pouring another.

"Next couple of months?" Sam asked as he sat on the chair near the corner of the room. His face was pale and he appeared shell-shocked. He felt like the room was suddenly getting very small and the air was being seeped out. Mercedes watched as the color drained from his face as he sat very still in the corner. Sebastian and Matt were oblivious to his change in mood as they continued to congratulate themselves on their success.

"Hey you guys, why don't Sam and I meet you guys at Pastis bar to celebrate? We still have some things to wrap up here but afterwards we'll meet you guys there, ok?" Mercedes stood in front of Sam, blocking Sebastian and Matt's view of him, while she ushered them to the door. The guys enthusiastically agreed and continued to laugh and drink as they walked out the room. Once she closed the door, Mercedes turned to Sam, who had his head in between his legs. She ran behind him and started rubbing his back in circles. He looked like he was hyperventilating.

"Thank you for getting them out of here, baby." He muttered, with his head still down. "I couldn't think with those two here."

"Babe, what's wrong?" Mercedes was puzzled by his reaction. "This is what you wanted, right?" Sam shook his head from side to side. That's when it clicked for her.

"It's the singing contract. It's kind of freaking you out?" she questioned softly. Sam nodded his head and lifted it up at that point. His face was now a bright red and he looked like he was about to puke. He was taking deep breaths as Mercedes continued to make circles on his back.

"Sam," Mercedes began as she squatted next to him, "why is this scaring you so much? You are a great singer. This is great news."

"But Cede this is not what I want. I don't want to sing. I want to write. That's all. That's all I've ever wanted to do. I..I can't go out in front a crowd like that every night. It's too much." Mercedes ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead.

"Ok, so you turn down the singing contract and keep the writing contract." Mercedes offered, while Sam shook his head.

"It's not that simple, baby. If I turn down this singing contract, I could risk losing the whole thing. I've worked with these country music folks before. Trust me, they don't like being told what to do or being refused for any reason. This is a big offer from Cyrus, and I can't just negotiate my own terms."

"Well," Mercedes stood up and walked to her dressing room table, "I'll just tell him myself. I'll talk to Sebastian and see if I can negotiate a new deal for you." Mercedes reached for her purse to grab her cellphone as Sam ran behind her. He quickly grabbed her purse and held it over his head. She jumped a few times to grab it, but her height was not helping her at all.

"Damn, I hate it when you do that!" She screamed. Sam shook his head as he looked at her comically.

"Cede, you cannot negotiate this for me. I am not your kid. I am not your protégé. I'm you man, and I can handle this on my own." Mercedes jerked her head back, and put her hand on her hip.

"Oh, you're my man?" She sassed, with a smirk. He smirked as he crossed his arms.

"Yes, baby. I am your man and you don't run this or me. I got this. I will figure it out."

"Listen, Sam. I have the clout and name power to make this deal work for you. Just let me handle it." Sam shook his head.

"Cede, I don't need your help. I am going to handle this on my own."

"But I can help you. I know this business and how it is run."

"You've helped me enough by introducing me to Matt. Now as your man, I need you to back down, woman." Mercedes sucked her teeth as she cocked one eyebrow and crossed her arms.

"Or what, Blonde Ambition? Whatcha gonna do if I don't? I can do whatever the fuck I want to do. I run this here." She challenged. Sam squinted his eyes and walked to the door. After he locked it, he walked deliberately back toward her, which at first didn't worry Mercedes until she saw that his eyes darkened to a deep shade of green. With his arm, he tossed all of the objects on her dresser to the floor, lifted Mercedes up from the floor and plopped her on top of the dresser.

Sam fiercely ripped her shirt open which made Mercedes' eyes bulge and gasp. The arms of her shirt captured her hands and Sam tied the shirt so that her hands were tied behind her back. With his eyes remaining steady on hers, Sam reached inside her skirt, sliding alongside her thighs until he found the straps to her thong panties. He ripped the panties off of her until it laid in two pieces on the floor.

"Damn, Sam. Oh God." She breathed.

Mercedes closed her eyes as her core throbbed at the anticipation of his touch. She missed his touch so much, that her body felt like it was convulsing with his presence being so close. Sam bent down and began kissing up her inner thigh inching his way higher and higher. When he did reached her core, he was happy to find it dripping wet for him. Sam first licked and sucked on her clit until it turned flaming red. He then licked inside her corer until his face was covered with her essence. Mercedes felt like crying at the feel of Sam's tongue on her and inside her. It was maddening for her not to be able to touch him or grab him.

"Who does this pussy belong to, Cede?" Sam asked as he continued to taste her.

"Baby, please." She cried out.

"I said who does it fucking belong to Cede?" Sam asked as he continued to devour her.

"You, baby! You!" Mercedes screamed.

"And what's my name, Cede?" he demanded.

"Sam Evans! Sam Evans!" She screamed. Sam could tell that Mercedes was close to reaching her climax as her thighs clinched around her head and her body became rigid. He suddenly stopped and reached on the ground. Mercedes watched as he used one of the pieces of her panties to dry his face. Keeping his eyes on Mercedes, Sam stood up, opened his wallet and took out a condom. He then unzipped his pants, dropping his underwear and pants on the floor. After putting on the condom, he rubbed his cock along her core, teasing her with the feel of his tip rimming her lips. Mercedes threw her head back as she let out a cry.

"Please, baby. Please let me feel you inside of me." She begged.

Sam smirked as he held her hips and slowly entered her. They both moaned at the feel of their contact. Sam waited for Mercedes to adjust to him and then began to move slowly inside her.

"Am I your man, baby?" Sam asked as he deepened his strokes into her. Mercedes lifted her head and looked at Sam, lust and passion covering her face.

"You are definitely me man, babe." She gasped. The feel of Sam inside of her was making her feel drunk.

"And I run this, right?" He whispered as he grasped her hips and quickened his strides. The smell of her arousal was making it hard for Sam to concentrate. Her body felt so amazing surrounding his cock. Mercedes nodded her head and bit her lower lip, feeling the climax rising from her stomach.

"Baby, I run this, right?" He asked more demanding, as he deepened his strokes. Mercedes threw her head back.

"Yes, yes baby. You run this."

"Who runs this, Cede?"

"You do baby. Only you."

"Say my fucking name, Cede." Sam demanded as he slammed into her. He could feel himself reaching his peak, but he wanted and needed Mercedes to reach hers first. The dresser rattled as Sam pushed deeper and deeper into Mercedes.

"You run this, damn it! Sam fucking Evan runs this!" She screamed as both climaxed. Sam panted against her neck as he reached around her and pulled her hands out of the shirt. Mercedes' arms collapsed to her side as sweat dripped down her back. Sam cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply.

"I love you, Mercedes, but don't ever forget who runs this." Mercedes nodded her head.

"I won't Baby. I swear I won't. I love you Sam." Mercedes leaned her forehead against Sam's, conceding that he had definitely won this round.

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