While I am working on updating other stories I thought I would give you another Chapter lol so enjoy!

Sam hadn't gotten any sleep; he spent the night tossing and turning as he thought about Mercedes. She was so different and bold. And he, or rather Cameron, really loved that. His body was on fire still from her touch, and all he could do was wish he had followed her to her room, but that was something he couldn't do.

He had decided to move his morning meeting with Artie to breakfast so he could at least try and seem like he was okay. As he grabbed his food, he sat down, but his mind was consumed with thoughts of her.

"Ahem! Earth to Sam?! Why the hell are we meeting in this stuffy breakfast room when we have this beautiful island and all these beautiful ladies around us." Artie Abrams, Sam's long-time best friend and financial analyst for the company said, walking over to him. "You look like shit." He said, sitting down with his plate.

"I feel like it too." Sam said, closing his eyes, "I couldn't sleep."

"Aww, missing wifey? Can't sleep without her here?"

Sam sat up. "Quinn! Shit, I was supposed to call her back last night. I totally spaced."

Artie walked over to him, feeling his forehead. "You forgot to call her? The man who never forgets anything? And you said shit..."

Sam looked at him and ran his hands over his face. "I don't -."

Artie sat next to him with a frown. "Sam's what's going on?"

"Stevie said that he was worried I was going to wake up, and wish my life was different if I don't get a life outside of work."

"Well, he isn't wrong, you don't really do much, which okay I get cause it could be a scandal, but Sam, that doesn't mean that you can't live."

Sam nodded, looking down at his hands, and Artie sat back. "So what's got you going crazy?"

Sam closed his eyes and sighed. "I went for a walk on the beach last night. Something I never do. And I thought I saw this woman drawing, so I run into the water, and she's not drawing, she's swimming…naked."

Artie's eyes widened. "Tell me more."

Sam looked up at him. "She teased me for not wanting to swim naked…took my shirt off, and gave me the best kiss I have ever had in my life. It's raw and passionate, and then she just left."

Artie's mouth dropped. "Wow. Well damn. So where is she staying?"

"I don't know. All she would tell me was her first name. Mercedes,"

"Well, I can see why you couldn't sleep. That must have been a lot for you to handle. So what are you gonna do?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean…are you gonna find her, see where things go?"

"Artie, for one, I am engaged to Quinn; it's bad enough that I kissed someone else. Second, she told me that while hooking up would rock my world, I wouldn't want to be with her in the end."

Artie raised an eyebrow. "Really? Considering you are a…well, you know, let me break it down for you. That means she is a freak."

"You can't know that by just that statement," Sam said, shaking his head. He grabbed his fork but as soon as he lifted his fork to his lips, he felt heat course through him, the same kind that he felt when her lips were on his.

"Sam, you good?"

"She's here." He said, looking around and stopped with green orbs met brown. She was beautiful in the moonlight for sure, but she was gorgeous in the daylight.

She wore a pair of cutoff blue jean shorts and a tank top that left nothing to the imagination, especially since she wasn't wearing a bra. Her smooth thighs brought back memories of them being wrapped around his waist.

Though he found Quinn gorgeous, she never elicited these feelings out of him. He came out of his daze as he searched her eyes. She had a plate in her hand and boldly walked over to him, as Sam looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Was she about to sit next to him?

Mercedes smiled the moment she spotted Sam. He was so delicious that she ached for him, left the beach, and made sure to give him the starring role in her fantasies. She walked closer and noticed he was with another man in a suit, and she didn't want to interrupt. She saw them both looking at her, and she winked at Sam.

"Morning Cam, great day to go parasailing, isn't it?" She reached down for his plate and grabbed one of his strawberries. Popping it in her mouth, she licked her lips seductively. "Mmm, delicious." She waved to him and his friend before walking away.

Artie breathed, staring at her as she walked away. "Certified freak. Ain't no way you can handle that curvy goddess…she is fuckin perfect!"

Sam looked at Artie shaking his head. "Don't even think about it."

"Think about what? If you are not gonna make a move on her, then I can…wait…why the hell did she call you Cam?"

Sam stared at his strawberries wishing she would come back and eat more. "I didn't want to be Sam Evans, so when she asked me my name…I said, Cameron."

Artie's jaw dropped. "You gave her a fuckin fake name? Shit with curves like that, she can call me whatever the hell she wants…damn Sam. Some guys have all the luck."

Sam looked after her, the moment she sat down, a man sat next to her, and she rolled her eyes, sipping her drink. She looked over to where Sam was and smiled.

"So you gonna meet her?" Artie said, clearing his throat.

"Meet her where?"

"You know that she was telling you where she was gonna be later. Parasailing. You should go."

"I don't know…Artie, I can't do this…."

Artie smiled. "You aren't. Cameron, whatever his last name is. Sam, I don't agree with you cheating and all that, but I agree that you need to live. If not, you will regret it. Maybe she is right, and she is a ride you take once and never want to take again, or maybe she will make you want to love Quinn forever. But the fact that you are curious enough to be uncertain says you need to at least try."

Sam sighed. "I can't hurt Quinn."

"Either you hurt her now but finding out your true feelings, or you hurt her after you are married. Do you want to marry her, have kids, and be stuck? I know you love her, but you have to find your own life, Sam. You have to find yourself, and you both will be better for it."

Sam glanced back up at Mercedes; he didn't know if Artie was correct or not, but what he did know was he really wanted to get to know her.

Mercedes had been sitting on the boat, ready to try her hand at parasailing, when she saw Sam climb aboard. He was wearing a pair of blue and white swim trunks and an opened buttoned-up Hawaiian shirt. It was nice seeing him out of a suit. His short dirty blonde hair was slicked back like he had just gotten out of the shower.

Wordlessly he walked up to her, and she moved over, letting him sit next to her.

"Surprised to see you here." She said, smiling.

Sam looked at her, "I am full of surprises; what can I say?"

His eyes fell to the back of her shoulder; she had a pair of wings. His hand traced over it instinctively, and she looked at him. "Angel wings so I can always feel protected."

He nodded and pointed to the tattoo of a butterfly on her ankle; behind it was a trail of hearts, four to be exact.

She followed his gaze as the boat started and looked back up to him. "The butterfly represents transformation; hope symbolizes rebirth and resurrection. For the triumph of the spirit and the soul over the physical person or the material world."

Sam looked back at her. "And the hearts?"

She looked down to her ankle, sadness swelling in her. "My mom, dad, and twin siblings… were in a car accident when I was 7…as soon as I turned 14, my grandfather took me to get the tattoo. He got one too. My grandmother had a fit until he took her." She said, unsure why she felt comfortable telling him that. "They raised me…and I am blessed for that. They were free spirits themselves, so they taught me to live my life to the fullest."

Sam pulled her foot up, tracing the hearts. "I am sorry for your loss."

She looked up at him. "Thanks, Cameron."

As the boat came to a stop. Mercedes stood wanting to be the first to get onto the parasail, and Sam stood with her. "Can we go together?"

"Of course." The instructor said as he tugged on Mercedes vest. And then strapped her and Sam in together.

Sam looked at her nervously. "I have never done this before."

She smiled. "Me neither." She held out her hand. "Together?"

He nodded, taking her hand. "Together."

As the boat took off and Mercedes and Sam flew into the air, she screamed out, gripping Sam's hand tightly, and he looked over to her with a bright smile.

It was breathtaking seeing the beauty beneath them. Sam didn't do things like this, so it was like seeing the world with different eyes. Even when he flew places, he never took time to look out the window; he just worked.

"What are you thinking about over there?" Mercedes asked.

Sam turned towards her and smiled. "How beautiful up here is."

She nodded. "It really is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

Sam smiled. "I think you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…this view comes second to you."

She blushed. "That was cheesy."

Sam frowned, nodding. But she gripped his hand tighter. "No, I like cheesy." She assured him.

Once they were off the boat, Mercedes linked hands with Sam and led him across the sand. They walked silently for a few moments before Sam looked over to her. "How is it that I have known you for less than a day, and yet you have gotten me to do two different but equally crazy things."

"I am a good influence on you…and I gotta say, while you look hot in a suit, I like you like this too."

Sam nodded. "Well, you've seen me dressed up. Will I get to see you all dressy?"

Mercedes smiled. "If I have something to dress up for."

Sam turned her towards him. "Well, how about you join me for dinner?"

Mercedes shook her head no. "Nope, how about you join me. I was going to check out this restaurant by the beach. I was told they have a formal dress code."

"Then I will meet you at your room and escort you there tonight," Sam said.

"I haven't told you where I am staying." She said, stepping into his space, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"How can I persuade you to tell me? I know you are here at the resort because you were at breakfast. So why not give me your room number?"

She hesitated for a moment and licked her lips. "2435. Now, if you will excuse me, I want to get a nap in before dinner."

Sam shook his head. "I am going to walk you to your room."

She was about to protest, but Sam cut her off with a soft kiss. He didn't know what made him do it, but he didn't regret it. She smiled and just nodded, leading the way to her room.

As they entered the elevator, she smiled. "I want you to do something for me…before dinner; I want you to make a bucket list."

Sam looked at her. "A bucket list? Why?"

She looked at him and smiled, pulling the emergency stop button. "Something on my bucket list…make out with a gorgeous man on an elevator." She didn't give him a chance to respond as she pulled him to her and kissed him deeply.

Sam hadn't ever experienced a woman who just took what she wanted; even Quinn refused to kiss him in public unless it was staged. And in private, their make-out sessions made him feel more like he was in High School instead of a grown-ass man.

Mercedes felt him hesitate and smiled. "I know that the elevator has a camera or whatever, so let's give them a show. Stop thinking and just do." She said, and he looked at her for a long while before giving in to the moment he pulled her up to him and pushed her against the wall.

"Oh." She hissed as his hands gripped her behind, and he pushed into her, kissing her hungrily, breathlessly.

"Cam…" She moaned out as he thrust into her. Her hands tugged his locks, causing him to moan against her lips.

This was further than he had ever gone with anyone, and he needed more. Craved more from her.

A voice crackled through the box on the wall, and Sam pulled away from her, and they laughed. Sam pressed the button. "Everything is fine, thank you." He said before pressing the emergency button again; Mercedes was still in his arms. "I guess I should put you down."

She nipped at his lips. "For now."

As they made their way to her door, she smiled, chewing her bottom lip. "I guess I will see you tonight?"

Sam nodded. "Unless…you want to invite me in."

She smiled. "If I invite you in, we won't be talking, and I won't be taking a nap…and I am not sure you can handle that."

"Hey, I could use a nap too. I had a pretty busy day so far, meetings and parasailing. It was a lot, and my room is so far away." He teased. His room was a few floors above them, but she didn't need to know about the Evans suite.

She licked her lips. "Come on in, stay for a while."

Sam stepped back while she opened the door and followed her into one of the junior honeymoon suites. He could have asked why she booked a honeymoon suite all by herself, but the moment she closed the door, her lips were on his.

Her hands went to his shirt, tugging it off, and Sam swallowed hard as reality hit him. He was in her room, and he was pretty sure they were going to be crossing lines he hadn't even crossed with Quinn.

Mercedes's hands went to his shorts, and he held them there for a moment. "Before…before we do anything, I feel I need to tell you something."

She looked at him and frowned. "Oh God, you are married, aren't you?"

He shook his head. "No. And I can assume you aren't?"

She sighed. "No, I am not, nor will I ever be married." She said, sounding a little broken.

Sam lifted her face to his. "I stopped because I am not as…experienced as others you have been with."

She looked confused as he met her eyes, and then he watched her get it.

"So you haven't…?"

Sam shook his head, then searched her eyes, wondering what she was thinking. After a moment, she smiled. "So, what have you done?"

Sam looked away from her, but she turned his head back to hers. "Don't… don't look away, don't be embarrassed?"

He sighed, looking back at her. "I am a 32-year-old virgin; yeah, there is something to be embarrassed about. I was just so busy trying to be everything my family wanted me to be, trying to reach goals that sex wasn't one of them."

Mercedes leaned in and kissed him softly. "Cameron, if you want to stick with making out, to just hanging out, we can do that. But if you want me to…show you a few things…I can do that too."

Sam smiled, leaning in kissing her softly. "What would you show me?"

She smirked. "Has anyone ever…touched you…besides yourself."

Sam shook his head. He had requested Quinn and he explore each other, but she shot him down, saying that was a gateway to sex.

"Have you touched anyone but yourself?" Again he shook his head no.

Mercedes took him by the hand and led him to the bed; he hesitated for a moment.

"Cameron, we aren't going to have sex, but if you allow me, I want to show you something."

Sam nodded as he sat on the bed. Mercedes stood in front of him and slipped out of her shorts, standing in front of him in nothing but a pair of boy shorts and a tank top. She took his hands and placed them on her hips.

Sam swallowed as he stared up at her.

"Don't be afraid to explore Sam."

He licked his lips, running a hand up her stomach to the underside of her breast.

"Do you want me to take my shirt off?"

"Yes…" he breathed as she stepped back and tugged the shirt off. His eyes went to her breast, and his mouth watered. All he wanted to do was lick and suck her beautiful breasts.

Sam pulled her down to him and kissed her as she fell onto him, tugging his shirt off. Pulling it off, he smirked as she ran a finger over his abs.

"You have the sexiest body I have ever seen."

"I was about to say the same thing about you." He hissed, running his hand up her body but stopping just below her breast.

"Keep going." She encouraged.

Sam nodded, reaching up and squeezing her breast tightly. She winced before taking his hand and helping him grip her gently. He caught on fast, quickly seeing what worked for her, loving the small gasp she made when he gently tugged at her nipple.

"Can I…"

She smiled. "Can you what?"

He licked his lips. "Taste them," he said huskily. She nodded and laid on her back as he went right to her nipple. She laughed.

"Cam…they aren't going anywhere. You can take your time…come here." She pulled him up to her and kissed him deeply, tangling her tongue with his softly. "See, it's a dance, a slow, intimate dance, your tongue with my body."

Sam nodded, kissing her once more before moving to her neck, sucking and licking a trail down to her breast, mimicking what her tongue did to his. He smiled as she moaned under his touch, whimpering as his tongue swirled around her nipple.

"Yes!" She hissed.

That was all the encouragement he needed as he ran his hands down her body. As she gripped his abs. "I wanna touch you, can I?"

Sam nodded, and her hand moved down to his bulging member over his shorts. Sam thrust into her grasp, arousal coursing through him.

"Please…" he groaned, moving her hand to the top of his shorts. "Touch me."

She reached into his shorts and gasped. "Fuck me, you are huge!" She praised as she began to stroke him

Sam stared at her as he licked her left nipple taking it between his teeth, gently biting down.

"I need to feel you, Cameron, touch me." It was so weird hearing her call him another name, but the sexual haze he was in didn't let him care.

"I've never…."

"I know it's okay.."

Sam licked his lips, moving his hand between her thighs; his eyes found hers as his hand slipped inside of her panties, the heat and wetness making him itch for more, but he paused.

She stroked him lazily with a smile. "You can keep going."

He frowned, starting to remove his hand. "I don't know what to do." God, this was embarrassing.

Mercedes smiled. "Luckily for you, I know what I like."

She stood, removing her panties standing naked in front of him. Sam gulped, looking her way. "God, you are…wow."

He breathed. "Can I remove these?"

She nodded. "We still aren't having sex, but I won't lie, I really love looking at you."

Sam breathed heavily as he removed his shorts. She sat back on the bed and patted it for him to join her. Laying back on the pillow, she crooked her finger for him to come closer. Sam did as she asked and took his hand in hers, running it down her body. She took his finger and ran it over her clit.

"Feel that?" She said, biting her lip. "That's my clit; you rub it, flick it, and it will get me to cum every time."

She moved his hand between her legs, pushing his finger inside of her.

"God, it's so wet…warm…" Sam said.

She nodded, moaning as she moved his finger in and out. "This is called fingering…ad- add a finger."

Sam did as she said and added a finger, watching as she responded to him. This was hotter than anything he had ever experienced.

"Fuuuucccckkkk! She moaned as he moved faster, just like that."

She moved his thumb to her clit, and Sam got the picture as he moved his fingers and rubbed her clit. Her hand went to his dick as she kissed him hungrily.

"Don't stop!" She begged as she rode his fingers. Sam didn't even care. She stopped stroking him as her screams grew louder. This was intense, and he could only imagine how his cock would feel replacing his fingers.

"I'm cumming! Oh, Cam, I'm-" She arched up cumming against his fingers and gripping the sheets as her screams turned Sam on more.

She swallowed hard cumming down and from her high, and looked over to him. "Wow, that was...now it's my turn to take care of that." She said, pointing to his hardon. "Do you trust me?"

Sam nodded. "Yes." He said hoarsely because he did.

She moved to straddle him. "Since I know you get yourself off, I am not gonna use my hands to make you cum. Now I am pretty sure you have dry humped before; consider this the same thing. No penetration, but I guarantee that you will enjoy it."

Mercedes hovered over Sam and pressed down on his cock, moving back and forth and causing Sam to grip her hips, controlling how fast she went. This was so much and not enough. It was hot, and he fought the urge to flip her over and just go for it.

His fingers gripped her tighter, and she moaned, sliding faster as he stared at her. "Shit, this is so hot. I don't even know how this is working, but I wanna…."

"You wanna what?" She asked breathlessly.

"Cum but not at the same time. I want more but know now isn't about that…I want you."

He said, leaning up and kissing her hungrily as he rocked her faster. "Just let go, do what feels right other than sex."

He nodded as he sat up, holding her close as he bounced her on the bed and sucked on her nipple.

He ran his tongue up her neck going to her lips, kissing the life out of her, making her his at that moment. Time ticked away fast as they both reached that delicious edge together, falling over beautifully and falling onto the bed.

She snuggled closer to him, laying her head on his chest and closing her eyes.

Sam kissed her forehead. "I am gonna lay here till I can move, then I will pick you up at 6?"

She shook her head sleepily. "7."

Sam nodded. "7 it is."