Hey guys! So glad you are loving these stories! They are just flowing out of me faster than I can write so this is your second update for today! So glad you love Ex Boyfriend Bodyguard.

It had been two weeks since Mercedes and Sam had their encounter in his office, and she couldn't get him off of her mind; every time she closed her eyes, Sam was in her vision, and Sebastian didn't help. He teased her because he knew she wanted to go back up there, but she was too stubborn to do it.

She closed her eyes, lying on Brittany's lap as the Blonde brushed her hair while Santana and Quinn used her face masks.

"So you mean to tell me you let that man put it on you in his classroom, and you just walked away? Chica, are you crazy?" Santana asked, smoothing the gold mask on her face.

"The sex was mind-blowing, but the aftermath was awkward as hell, besides he is Zo's teacher; I don't want to cause any issues."

Quinn shook her head. "I just think you are being a coward."

Mercedes sat up. "How am I being a coward? I put myself out there and got some; it's what I always do."

"Yeah, but you don't always go back for seconds or pine after the man you slept with. This time is different." Santana said, shrugging. "You should text him."

"I am not gonna text him."

"Lord Tubbington said you guys are gonna have sex again," Brittany added. "So you might as well text him."

"The tribe has spoken, Mercedes."

Mercedes rolled her eyes, moving off the bed. "I am gonna go check on the kids and grab more wine."

Santana smirked, grabbing her phone. "Fine, if you won't text him, I will."

Turning towards the Latina, Mercedes lunged for her phone, but Santana ran into the bathroom, and Quinn blocked the door.

"This is for your own good," Quinn said.

"Stop it! Guys, this is not a game! Sam is…dammit, he is someone I don't want to scare off, and we all know one text from Santana can send men running."

Mercedes sat back on the bed. "I like him, and I know if I get to know him, I will just like him more; I can't risk pulling him into this… you know, he told me he would have been okay with it had I told him about the situation, that he would have just asked for time; I screwed up."

Santana and Quinn sat beside her, and Santana sighed. "Fine, I won't text him, but you will go to his classroom and make him forgive you."

Mercedes laughed. "Uh-huh, and how do I do that? How do I ask him for forgiveness?"

"On your knees?" Quinn smirked. "I mean, it worked for Mike and me when he was pissed at me.

The girls giggled, and Santana walked to Mercedes's closet. "You said the sex was great, right? Well, walk into his classroom wearing…." She trailed off as she searched through Mercedes's closet and pulled out a short purple leather skirt.

Mercedes laughed, pulling it away from her. "No. That was for one Halloween, and I do have to work tomorrow; I can't just go in there looking crazy; this is my job, and I am CEO."

Quinn joined the three of them in the closet, soon followed by Brittany as they looked for an outfit. "You need something that commands the boardroom but can make Sam whisper damn to himself."

Santana sighed. "Someone really needs to invent a clothing line that can go from boardroom to the dance floor and not need to be changed.

Sebastian walked into the room with Blaine, and the two of them shook their head at the women. "Should we even ask?" Sebastian said, sitting on the bed.

"Talk about being in the closet." Blaine joked, causing the girls to roll their eyes while smiling.

"We are trying to find Mercedes an outfit to go up to the school at lunch tomorrow."

"Oh, that's perfect!" Sebastian clapped. "I was supposed to take snacks up to the class for the afternoon, but you doing it is better."

Mercedes shook her head. "I love the support, but you guys are acting like he wants to see me again."

Blaine sighed. "Trust me, he wants to see you again; I know how I felt when I learned about your situation; it took me a while to accept it, but I still wanted to see Seb. It was like we had this connection, and I am certain you and Sam have it too."

Mercedes sighed. "Fine, but if I am going, I wanna go as myself. So I am gonna wear…." She walked around her closet for a second and pulled out and royal tank top dress that curved with her body and a royal blue blazer with white trim. "I will add my matching blue shoes and do what I have to do. I have an important meeting in the morning, so I guess I can talk to Sam afterward."

Sebastian shook his head. "Girl, you are lucky those curves speak for themself. The snacks will be on the counter."

"I remember that day my grandma would make snacks for my class, I always wanted to do that, but nowadays, everything has to be store-bought." She said, moving to go through her shoes. "Oh, did you remember to get gluten-free whatever snacks you got for that kid Micha?"

"Yep."

Quinn looked at Sebastian and Mercedes. "You do realize that most marriages aren't as healthy as yours ."

"Most marriages aren't built like ours as well." She said softly.

Sebastian pulled her close. "She's my best friend, and we may not be in love, but we love each other, and we are honest."

Brittany looked at Blaine. "Lord Tubbington told me that you use way too much hair gel."

Sebastian snorted, and Blaine looked opened mouth. "Did you put her up to that?!"

"No. Trust me, that's all, Lord Tubbington, but I am not mad at it."

Mercedes ran her hands through her hair. "Where are the kids?"

"In the den watching Encanto," Sebastian said.

"Without me! How in the hell are they gonna talk about Bruno without me."

"Maybe because you literally sing the entire movie," Santana said, shrugging.

Mercedes laughed. "I'm sorry, wasn't it you who was jamming to 'Speechless' from Aladdin, just belting out the damn song over and over? You made us rewind just so you could stand up with the brush."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Shut up, and let's catch them before they get to 'Surface Pressure'."

Mercedes grabbed the treats from her car and walked up to the front steps of the building, buzzing in and waiting for the door to open. As she stopped by the office, she greeted a few staff members before heading to Sam's classroom. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she had to try.

Stopping at the door, Mercedes took a few deep breaths before knocking and waiting for Sam to answer. And when he did, she cursed at herself. He stood in front of her wearing a pair of bootcut blue jeans, a grey button-up that clung to his biceps, a black vest, and a pair of glasses, and she didn't know why but she knew she was not leaving that place without at least kissing that man.

Sam's eyes widened when he saw Mercedes standing outside his door; he had confirmed with Sebastian and Zola that morning that she wouldn't be showing up; he couldn't say he was upset; she was beautiful. He watched her move her hair to the side and could see she was nervous. "Mrs. Smythe, can I help you?"

Mercedes held up the box of treats. "I have Zo's treats for the class, and I believe she was supposed to bring something from Italy. So we got cannolis. And a few extra treats for the kids who can't eat it."

Sam nodded, taking the box. "Thank you."

"Can I-"

"You should-" They said at the same time.

Mercedes smiled. "Can I come in, please?"

Sam sighed, running his hands through his hair. "I only have an hour to finish up…."

"I won't keep you; I just wanted to speak to you."

Sam nodded, walking further into the room; he would hear what she had to say, at least that should be good.

Mercedes shut the door and cleared her throat. "Sam…I came here thinking I would just hand you the box and leave to show you what you were missing, but I can't because looking at you, I know what I am missing."

Sam stopped what he was doing and turned to her. "What?"

"Sam, you are…I want to…"

"You want to what? Mercedes?"

She shook her head. "I love hearing my name on your lips." She said before moving to him and pulling him into her arms, kissing him hungrily. Needing more and praying he would give her just that.

Sam was caught off guard, not expecting her to kiss him, and it was during the day; anyone could walk in, but the moment her lips touched his, he didn't care. He ran his hands down her body, taking his time as he explored every curve.

"Mercedes…" he breathed as he held her close. "I want you so bad I haven't stopped wanting you…maybe we can talk after I get off?"

Mercedes smiled. "Okay." She pushed him into his chair.

"What are you doing?"

Mercedes shrugged, taking her jacket off and putting it on the ground to cushion her knees as she lowered herself between his thighs. "I have always wanted to fool around with a teacher."

"Mercedes…I can't…this is…." His eyes lowered, watching her grip his cock through his jeans, then pull down his zipper and expose him. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, and Sam moaned as he gripped the edge of the chair.

"Just sit back and relax, baby. I will take great care of you."

Sam could do nothing but nod as she took him deep into her mouth, letting him hit the back of his throat. "Fuck!"

Humming, she created a motion, feeling him unravel right before her. The doorknob turned, and Sam stiffened. "Oh shit," he whispered, moving her quickly under his desk as the Principle walked into his room.

"Evans, glad I caught you before the kids come back."

Sam gritted his teeth, annoyed that Mercedes was interrupted by the Principle himself. He wanted to be hip and cool and tried to bond with his teachers in the most inappropriate ways, making most of them uncomfortable. When Sam was hired, he called them Frat bro's and asked him to rate the females at the school.

"Principle Howell…" Sam said, trying to calm his nerves. "What do I owe the pleasure."

"Have all your students submitted their permission slips for the wilderness adventure?"

Sam cleared his throat. "Uh, yes, sir. It's going to be a great time." Sam said as Mercedes stoked him lazily."

"Good, good. Did Mrs. Smythe find you alright?"

Mercedes licked the tip of his cock, causing Sam to lurch forward; he covered it with a cough. "Yes, sir, she dropped off the treats for this afternoon's lesson."

"Between you and me, that woman has a sexy ass."

Sam heard Mercedes chuckle, and he laughed, covering it. "I haven't really noticed."

"You are a man, and men notice. Every male teacher here has wished to see more of her. She comes when she can, but she runs that big design firm that donated the new Library when her son Josh was here."

Mercedes took Sam deep into her throat, moving faster as Principle Howell continued to speak.

"I saw her at the family beach party last year, and even though she was wearing a one-piece…damn…I wanted to hit that; if she wasn't married to that pretty boy, I probably could…can you imagine the things that body can do? And don't get me started on Ms. Holiday! Between you and me…she came by my place last night, and we had…well, it was afternoon delight in the evening."

Mercedes picked up speed as she worked Sam over, and he was losing his composure; he slammed his hand down on the desk with a growl.

Principle Howell looked at him, and Sam forced a smile. "Thought I saw a bug on my desk. Principle Howell, how about we finish this later in your office? The kids are due back soon, and I need to finish this off."

"Okay, I gotta go catch the Drama teacher anyways." He walked out of the classroom shutting the door, and Sam let off a groan, running his hands through Mercedes's hair as she sped up her actions, causing him to cum down her throat.

Slumping in his chair, he ran his hands through his hair. "Fuck fuck fuck…you can't… I can't…."

Mercedes moved from under his desk, wiping her lips and fixing her hair as he handed her her suit jacket. "You need to leave."

"Sam, I just…"

"You just what? Mercedes, you make me make rash decisions that could backfire; you make me wreckless! I slept with you after knowing you for all of two seconds, then you came to my office, and we had sex on my desk…and yes, sex with you is amazing. But you cloud my mind, and I can't focus."

Mercedes moved closer to him. "It's no treat for me either; you cloud my mind. I'm in my office, and I will get so hot just thinking about you walking in and having your way with me… this attraction has to mean something."

"It means as much as I like you, as hot as the sex is with you, we can't be around each other. You can't come back here; we can't do this." Sam said, standing tall.

Mercedes pulled her jacket on and sighed. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Sam laughed bitterly. "You don't. That's the thing; you make me feel alive and wanted. But right now, I can afford to be like that; I am not some lovesick teen; I am a teacher, your child's teacher."

Mercedes nodded, closing her eyes. "All the things you said to me, I said to myself. And dammit, if I didn't fight against coming here because I didn't want to feel like this."

Sam moved closer to her. "Mercedes, I am telling you to leave; I am stopping this because if I don't. If I don't kick you out of my classroom right now, I am going to throw you back on that table and fuck you!"

Mercedes stared at Sam, the thought appealing, but she couldn't risk anyone catching them, especially not Zo. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Evans."

Sam reached out for her hand and nodded, letting go as she walked out of the room. One thing was for sure. That woman was gonna be the death of him.