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Sam had held Mercedes for close to an hour, having fallen asleep himself, until his phone rang, bringing him back to reality. Slipping out of bed and kissing her forehead, he quickly dressed and headed to his room. He sat on his bed thinking about what happened, about how Mercedes felt, and he couldn't help but wonder if Quinn would feel the same.

As if she read his mind, his phone lit up with a call from her. He probably should have felt horrified, but he truly felt that Mercedes helped him realize what he needed. And the fact that she knew it was a fling and didn't even seem to care; in fact, she welcomed it made it easy to walk away if he wanted to. And he didn't know how Quinn would react, but he hoped that telling her the truth would bring them closer. She would understand that he needed to find himself. And he was.

"Why hello there, pretty girl, what do I owe this pleasure?" Sam said into the phone.

"Where have you been? I haven't heard from you, and no one could find you. Is everything okay?"

"Everything is great! I am just enjoying being here, though I wish you were here." Being with Quinn was easy; it was what he knew, what he planned. She was his future. Hearing her voice made him realize that. He needed to cut ties with Mercedes. It was for the best.

"Sam? Sam, are you listening to me?"

"No, I am sorry the connection is terrible. What were you saying?" He asked.

"I am home working on this stupid merger." She replied.

Sam sat back on his bed with a smile. Time to do what Mercedes said and just go for what he wanted. "Oh? What are you wearing?"

Quinn paused. "Work out clothes. I just came from the gym."

"Mmm, were you about to shower?"

"Oh yeah, you perv, what is going on with you?"

"Do you ever touch yourself, Quinn? Thinking of me or anything really?"

"Sam? Have you been out in the sun too long? What the hell are you going on about?"

"I want you to get naked; video call me so we can get off to each other," Sam said with a smile.

"Sam… are you drunk?" She asked. "Why are you talking to me like this?"

"My God, Quinn, we have known each other for 24 years, and I haven't even seen your breasts. I haven't seen you naked, haven't gotten to touch you or feel you? We are engaged, and I am a 32-year-old virgin, and I am sick of it. So let's video chat so I can see all of you. So I can cum staring into your beautiful face. So I can see how you look when you cum."

There was a long pause before he heard her take a breath. "I am going to chalk this up to some prank because I know that you wouldn't be talking to me like this if you were in your right mind, Do not call me until you get your pervert ways under control." With that, she hung up, and Sam stared at the phone. He couldn't understand why she was so stuck in her ways. Why she couldn't loosen up.

Sam stared at himself as he looked into the mirror. Sam would have shown up in a suit and tie, but Cameron would show up in a pair of khakis and a buttoned-down navy shirt. Glancing at his phone, he decided he needed to leave it in his suite. Dialing Artie, he sighed as he answered.

"Yo, tell me we are hitting up a club or something tonight."

"Sorry, Art, but I am actually going out with Mercedes," Sam said, putting his shoes on.

"Ha, you mean Cameron is. How was parasailing?" He asked.

"It was fun. I have never done anything like that before."

"Never done a few things, I bet." He snickered.

"What the hell does that mean?" Sam asked.

"I saw a little video of you in the elevator with that sexy woman. I mean damn Sam, or should I say, Cam."

"What! Oh, God."

"Don't worry, I told them you had a cousin named Cameron walking around who looked like you; it wasn't hard to convince them, considering no one has ever seen you out of a suit. I gave them a little extra to pocket for them to delete any more footage of you and for the cameras to go "off" anytime "Cameron" is alone with Mercedes."

Sam exhaled. "I owe you, man. I can actually be free to enjoy myself for a little while at least."

"Well, it seemed like you were really enjoying yourself. So I assume you walked her to her door? Anything else happen? Is my man still a virgin?"

"We didn't have sex. But what we did was so much hotter than that. I told her I was a virgin… and then she touched me, I touched her. It was sexy, and God, she is beautiful."

"Do you like her?"

Sam sighed, scratching his face. "I came back to my room determined not to see her again because Artie I kid you not it took everything in me not to flip her onto her bed and.."

"And what make sweet, sweet love to her?"

Sam shook his head like Artie could see him. "No, what I wanted to do was not make love to her. Artie, I wanted to fuck her."

"Excuse me, did Sam Evans just say fuck?"

Sam laughed. "Look, man, I wanted to, and it was wrong to feel that way, so I was gonna not see her again. But I call Quinn and start talking dirty to her, wanting her to have phone sex with me."

"Okay, I have to know how that turned out." Artie laughed.

"How do you think, man? She called me a perv and hung up on me. I want to embrace this, and she doesn't. I always thought Quinn would be my first, but damn I need Mercedes…what is wrong with me?"

"You are a man Sam, Mercedes is just bringing that out of you."

Sam glanced at the time. "Okay, well, I am headed out. I am gonna leave my phone here. You know how to reach me if you need me. But don't need me."

"Oh? Are you gonna spend the night over Miss Mercedes?" Artie teased.

"Maybe," Sam replied.

"Look, just remember two things, one you can't just take, a woman loves a man who gives."

"Gives what?"

Artie sighed. "Forgot who I was talking to. I am saying, go down on her, taste that sweet pussy of hers and see if you can make her scream your name…well, not your real name but still."

"I can't! I have never done that!"

"Sam, it's like making out, just with her lower lips. Trust me, as long as she is screaming in pleasure, you are doing it right."

"Thanks, man, I gotta go."

"Don't forget we got a meeting tomorrow night, please don't be late."

"I won't be, bye."

Sam hung up and grabbed his wallet before heading out; tonight, he was going to just enjoy the freedom Cameron allows him, and whatever happens with Mercedes happens.

Sam made it to Mercedes down with two minutes to spare; as she opened her door, his breath hitched. She wore a dress that Sam would swear was her second skin. It clung to her in all the right places. It was red and fell right above her knees and dipped dangerously low, showing her beautiful breast. The five in matching heels made him moan internally. Why did her heels make him want to throw her over his shoulder and have his way with her?

Mercedes smiled, staring at him. "You look good enough to eat."

Sam couldn't be sure, but the look on her face made him wonder if she was thinking about doing just that. "We should get going; I can't wait to show you off."

It didn't take long for them to make it to the restaurant; everyone seemed to be eyeing Sam and then nodding, which meant Artie's lie was making its way around the small resort. As they were seated, Sam caught Mercedes staring at him.

"What?" He asked with a grin.

"Nothing, you just…you look different from when we first met. Even in the dark, I could see how tightly wound you were."

"And now?" He questioned.

"You look relaxed."

Sam felt relaxed. It was the truth she seemed to bring that out of him.

After ordering drinks and their meals, she handed her menu to the waitress and tilted her head to the side. "So, did you bring it?"

"Bring what?"

"Your bucket list."

Sam blushed, his list suddenly burning a hole in his pocket. Filling it out, he realized a lot of the things on his list were sexual. He pulled it out and handed it to Mercedes.

She raised an eyebrow reading off his list. "Get a blow job, get a blow job while driving, get a blow job in public, sex on the beach, sex in a car, dance under the stars, get a taste? Get a taste of what?" She looked at him.

"Of you." He said shamelessly.

She looked down to his list again. "Have sex in your office, get in the car and drive to find an adventure, go on a real date, change my wardrobe, get a blow job anywhere."

Sam smiled. "My list is more of a what I want to do now versus further in the future."

She chewed her bottom lip. "You seem to really want a blow job."

Sam blushed. "Yeah… it's all I could think about if we are being honest."

Mercedes looked around. "Follow me."

Sam's eyes widened as she stood and walked back towards the restrooms. Sam stood slowly following her, and she moved them into the family restroom and locked the door.

"What-what are you doing?" Sam asked, staring at her.

She bit her bottom lip with a smile. "You said you wanted a blow job…and you wanted one in public." Her hand went to his pants. "This is public…unless you want me to do it under the table…."

Sam blushed and shook his head no. "Th-this is fine."

"Are you nervous, Cameron?" She teased, unbuttoning his pants.

"I never…."

"I know you have never done this before. Honestly, I have never done this before either. But we seem to be doing a lot of things you have never done before."

"I don't mind that…." He said honestly.

She nodded, falling to her knees. She stared up at him, removing his already painfully hard cock from his pants.

Sam held his breath; she was beautiful down on her knees like that; he shuttered as he watched her run her tongue over the tip of his cock and down the underside. "Oh God!" he cried out. No one had ever done this to him, and even the dreams he had, had nothing on the beauty in front of him. She took him deep into her throat, and his head fell back against the door.

"Fuck!"

"Mmm," She hummed, staring at him. Sam jerked his hips, reaching to grab her hair but stopping himself. She laughed, using her free hand to put his hand back in her hair, removing his lips with a pop.

"Use your hand to guide me, Cam. Let me know how fast…how slow…how deep you want me to go."

"You sure?" Sam asked. That was a lot of power to have when it felt like she had all the power on her knees.

"I'm sure, baby."

Mercedes took him back between her lips, her tongue dancing around his shaft. Sam gripped her hair and gently pushed her deeper. She moaned, the vibration, and Sam pushed her deeper, loving the way her mouth felt.

"Oh God, Merce- I wanna… I'm gonna…" he couldn't hold back; he came hard, slamming his free hand against the wall.

He watched as Mercedes swallowed everything he had to offer and stood wiping his mouth with her lips with a smirk.

"How was that?" She asked.

Sam stared at her for a long moment. "That was the most incredible feeling."

She smirked, helping him pull his pants up. "Gotta say, you are truly blessed."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Why is that?"

She laughed, looking in the mirror fixing her hair. "I mean, you are huge, hung, got a big cock."

Sam's eyes widened. "Really?"

She looked over to him. "Yes."

Sam moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck. "You are incredible." He whispered in her ear.

Mercedes leaned against him. "I am not." She breathed.

Sam let his hands roam up her body, cupping his breast. "You know, telling me that I should let go and just do what feels right has got my mind reeling with all the things I want to do to you, with you."

She looked at him through the mirror. "And what do you want to do, Cam."

Sam stood boldly. "I want to fuck you, Mercedes. I want to throw you against this wall, get a taste of you, then fuck you."

She swallowed. "Are you sure about that? You barely know me; giving yourself to me like that is not something you can take back."

Sam nodded, "I know." he whispered, sucking at her neck. Letting his hands tease her breast, his back pressed into hers.

"Cam…as much as I want you, I don't think having your first time in a bathroom is a good thing."

Sam nodded; "Okay, then how about we finish dinner and just enjoy each other for a while."

She smiled. "I like that."

Mercedes giggled as Sam pushed her gently on the bed. The rest of dinner was a lot of fun; even though she knew him as Cam, he told her everything about him as Sam. And now they were back in her room; Sam spun her around and put her on her bed.

"Sam, I am not having sex with you; you need to be sure."

Sam didn't know how he felt about that, he knew he wanted her, but in truth, he also knew he shouldn't even be doing this. But for now, he was going to enjoy her.

Sam lifted her leg, pulling off her shoes one by one. His hand roamed up her leg.

"Cam, what are you doing?"

Sam smiled. "I told you, I want a taste. We crossed a few things off of my list, I want…." He growled as he lifted her dress. "I need to taste you."

Mercedes licked her lips, watching as he pulled her panties down her thighs and tossed them over his shoulder. "You aren't gonna give me a chance to get undressed?"

Sam spread her thighs. "No." He said, staring at her. "God, every inch of you is perfect." He said as he ran his finger over her slit.

"For someone who has never done this before, you seem…oddly at ease," she said.

He kissed her thigh, eyes never leaving hers. "I guess you have that effect on me…now lay back; I have been dying to do this."

She licked her lips and shivered as Sam kissed up her thigh and his fingers danced around her clit. He hesitated for a moment before he leaned in and kissed her lower lips.

"Shit." Mercedes hissed.

Sam smiled as he kissed down her core, licking his lips. "Mmmm." He moaned.

"Use your tongue, baby." She encouraged.

Sam darted his tongue out of his mouth and ran his tongue over her clit. Her hips rose up, and Sam took that as a sign for him to continue. So he did, running his tongue along her slit, pushing inside of her and moaning at the taste, at how responsive she was.

"Ca-Cam!" She screamed out, reaching for his hair. At that moment, he really wished that she knew him as Sam.

"Add a finger, please…baby, please."

Sam complied, moving to push a finger inside of her. TheThe way she was so responsive to him fueled a need, a need to please her, to make her his; he hadn't ever felt that for Quinn.

Moving to her clit, he licked and sucked, watching her move higher and higher until she came, and he licked up all she had to offer, her screams like music to his ears.

Sam crawled up to her, and she pulled him to her, kissing him deeply. "For your first time…Cam, that was amazing."

He smiled, moving her hair out of her face. "Tell me something about you, anything."

She sighed. "I am pretty much an open book Cam, what you see is what you get."

"You never told me what brought you here."

She sighed, looking away from him. "You sure you wanna know?"

Sam turned her face towards his. "I wanna know everything about you, already know how you look and sound when you cum, now I wanna know more about you."

She sighed, sitting up and moving off the bed. She walked to the balcony needing the view to help keep her anger at bay. "I was supposed to be married. And this was where we were going for our honeymoon."

Sam sat up and looked at her, anger filling him at the thought of her and another man being married even if it was almost.

"I met Finn when I subbed at his school. He liked that I was different than all the other girls he dated. I was my own woman; I didn't need him." She sighed. "We started dating, and instead of moving on like I wanted to, I stayed. Took a long-term job, moved in with him. I wasn't me. I felt stifled, but I also felt that it's what you did when you cared about someone. You changed to be what they want. My grandfather… he got really sick and wanted to see me married off before he passed…its the only reason I accepted Finn's hand. I owed my grandfather everything, so I agreed to marry him."

She hugged herself. "I didn't even recognize myself. I was becoming someone I didn't know, and I fought like hell to keep a small part of me…my wedding dress. And when he saw it, he didn't look at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. He looked like he was ashamed to be marrying me. In front of everyone, he basically says how wild I am and how much he can't be with me. I wasn't safe."

Sam moved behind her. "I'm sorry."

She turned to him. "My grandfather apologized, he realized I didn't want to marry Finn, but I did for him."

Sam shook his head. "Well, it's his loss. You are amazing…this is gonna sound…weird, I guess, but can I see your dress?"

She raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"If you have a picture…."

"Why?" She questioned.

"I already think he is the biggest idiot in the world. I just wanna know how stupid he really is."

Mercedes sighed. "I umm I have it here if you…."

"Please?"

She nodded. "Okay, I am gonna need your help, though."

She turned away from him and made her way to the closet. She slipped out of her dress and slipped into the wedding dress. Turning so Sam could zip her up, she hesitated to turn around before she did and looked at Sam.

Sam stared at her in the form-fitting corset lace top with the sweetheart neckline, and sheer sleeves veered down to a white bodice with tie-dye tule on the bottom of the puffy material.

"Wow…"He said breathlessly. "He was a fuckin' idiot."

Mercedes glanced at him. "What?"

"Your ex was a fool. Mercedes, you look. Fuck…" He moved to her, taking her in his arms and kissing her hungrily. He hadn't expected to feel the way he did seeing her in that dress. His body responded to her, and he felt like he was staring at his future.

When he thought of a future with Quinn, he thought of a future laid out with no surprises. They would get married; precisely a year later, they would have their first child. Exactly a year and a half later, they would have their second. Then, once the children were older, he would start his campaign for President. It was a plan his family drew up for him and Quinn, and it was everything he wanted. But seeing her in that dress, he could see a future with her. It wasn't known, he couldn't be sure of where it would lead, but he would be equally happy because he had her. It was confusing, but all he wanted at that moment was her.

She pulled away, staring at him. "Cam…you don't have to try and make me feel better."

His hand moved to her cheek. "Mercedes, you are perfect the way you are. Beautiful and strong. Bold and amazingly kind. I am not trying to make you feel better. You are gorgeous, and I want you."

"Cam…you don't-"

"I want you." He said, staring at her. "I have a dinner meeting tomorrow. Meet me somewhere after?"

"Where?" She asked curiously.

"I will send everything to your room tomorrow. But for now, kiss me, and let me make you feel good in that dress; it deserves to be slowly removed from your body while I make you cum at least three more times."

"You are a lot bolder now than you were."

"I am not afraid to go after what I want."

She chewed her bottom lip. "And what is it that you want, Cam?"

He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her softly. "Isn't it obvious? I want you."