Another lengthy update. Just see it as two or three chapters rolled into one. As always thanks for the support. Your interaction is the only way I have of knowing that you want more of this messy saga.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Most of this is borrowed from Glee, the author, Twyla Turner, role plays, and other sources. I am just the juggler keeping all these perspectives in the air as this story is told for our fandom.
Chapter Nine
July 15, 2023
Mercedes was pretty sure that the rest of the night went without any more judgmental interruptions was because it had spread throughout the guests that it was best to steer clear of her and Sam. If they knew what was good for them, that was exactly true.
During the auction, Mercedes spotted a beautiful onyx sculpture that she wanted. Sam insisted on bidding on it. As he put it, "In return for you accompanying me tonight."
After dinner and the auction, a band started playing music for the guests to dance to. Sam stood up and offered his hand. Mercedes took it and let him lead her to the dance floor.
Sam spun her around before pulling her into him. He was so fun bursting out in old dance moves and really enjoying himself once he got loose. She just wished it extended to his life and his past. He had to stop letting people shame him for his past life. For one, how did they know he was in porn if at least some of them weren't watching it themselves? It was either projection or gossip. Mercedes knew how a person's career did not equal their character. Pastor Will taught her that valuable lesson, and since then, she never admired a person based on their career but instead on their behavior when they think nobody was looking.
Sam's large hand on her back, brought Mercedes back to the present. Not to mention the hardness pressed against her mound.
As they swayed and his erection grazed her, Mercedes shuddered slightly and a little gasp escaped her lips. Sam pressed the side of his face against hers. His breath fanned the shell of her ear. Her braid was over her shoulder. With one hand, he brushed it off her shoulder to fall to her back. His fingers caressed the skin of her neck as he did it. Mercedes shivered. Sam breathed in deeply.
"Did I mention you smell good?" Sam asked. "I think I want to tweet that again and again and have it trend."
"No to both your question and your tweeting how I smell." She replied.
"Well, you do, and I think I should."
He pulled her even closer. His hand slid up her back. Up to the back of her neck. His thumb stroked over the sensitive skin. Mercedes closed her eyes. For a moment, she surrendered to the hold he had on her. His hold on her neck was feather light, but with firm pressure he was able to guide her head any way he wanted it.
Sam leaned his head down. Until they were nose to nose. Mercedes's eyes remained closed. As if she were under a spell.
"You're so sexy, funny, and freaking awesome." Sam said passionately.
His breath fanned over her lips. He was so close that as some of the words he spoke, his lips grazed hers. Mercedes's mouth popped open. In anticipation of his kiss. Instead of a kiss, Sam slowly moved his head from side to side, his lips lightly skimming over hers. The soft caress felt more intimate than a regular kiss. As if he just wanted to feel her lips. To memorize the feel of them. Then instead of deepening the kiss, he moved her head to the side and softly kissed the side of her neck just below her ear.
Mercedes couldn't figure him out. It was obvious he was a sensual person, but he wouldn't give in to his desires. He had more self-control than any man she'd ever met. Everything he did had an element of intimacy to it. It seemed as if instead of just screwing her, he had launched a full-scale seduction. And she'd fallen right into his trap. Or so it seemed. She wasn't into falling in love. She only wanted temporary sex. And if that was how he wanted to play the game, she'd play right along with him.
But I'm not falling in love with you. I will win this game, Sam Evans, you just wait and see. And it didn't matter how much fun she was having with him. Or how much she enjoyed being with him.
They only stayed for a few more songs before they were both ready to leave. Sam paid for her sculpture, gave them her address for it to be delivered, and they both walked out of the event holding hands.
Sam must've called the car service while he was paying for the sculpture, because it was there waiting for them when they walked out. He helped her inside and got in on the other side. Once the SUV started down the street, he turned to her.
"So…remember when I mentioned the block party earlier?"
"Yes." She looked at him curiously.
"The next one is in two weeks. A Saturday. I know that's your day with CeCe, but I wanted her to come. It would be good for her."
"Oh, sure! And that's a fantastic idea."
"I was also wondering if you'd come as well?"
"Oh." She looked at him with wide eyes. That was unexpected. "Sure, I'd love to."
"Perfect." He smiled brightly.
Mercedes smiled back. Then she quickly turned away. Unable to hold his gaze. It was a little too…inviting.
She looked out the window and noticed they were on the route back to her place. She frowned slightly. She'd wondered if he was going to take her back to his place but then she remembered Chelsea and figured her place would be the better choice.
Once they pulled up out front of her house, Sam jumped out and ran around to her side to open the door for her. He took her arm and guided her to her front door.
At the door, they faced each other. Sam lifted his hand to her face. He cupped her cheek. His thumb stroked over her skin. Without thought, Mercedes leaned her face into his hand. Quickly, his hand slid behind her neck and pulled her to him. His lips captured hers. Mercedes gasped and his tongue dove in. His tongue stroked over hers dominantly. Mercedes could feel his erection once more. This time she rolled her hips against him. Unfortunately for her, it broke the spell.
Sam pulled back with a gasp. Mercedes cried out in protest. Sam clasped her hand. He bowed and kissed it softly.
"I had an amazing time, and it was all because of you, Mercedes. Thank you." He dropped her hand. "I'll see you next weekend when you pick up CeCe."
And with that, he turned and quickly walked down the step and headed toward the SUV. Mercedes watched as the black SUV pulled away.
"You've got to be kidding me?!" Mercedes growled while turning and unlocking the door. She flopped down on her couch once she was inside.
"Is it possible to die from sexual frustration?" Mercedes grumbled to herself. "I should call 9-1-1."
"This is 9-1-1. What is your emergency?"
"Yeah, I'd like to report an attempted murder."
Two weeks later, Sam pulled up in his luxury SUV. Mercedes stepped out in ripped jeans, pristine white sneakers, and a white tube top with a lavender, short-sleeved crop top over it. She'd decided to go minimal on her makeup. She didn't feel it was appropriate to go full glam for a block party meant to feed the homeless. So, she went light on the foundation, a little highlighter for shimmer, mascara to define her long lashes, and a clear lip gloss.
Mercedes had decided to pull her hair up into two curly Afro puffs. She laid her edges and popped in her big, silver hoops. The whole look made her look all of twenty-five instead of thirty-two.
As she walked towards his vehicle, Sam ate her up with his eyes. While Chelsea waved enthusiastically.
"Hey, Mercedes!" The teen greeted her as she slid into the back seat.
"Hey, Chelsea!"
"You look cuter than me." Chelsea fake pouted.
"Not even possible."
Chelsea beamed at the compliment from her new favorite person. And the teen did look adorable. She wore a cute romper with colorful sneakers and her hair pulled up into a high curling puff. Mercedes had spent one Saturday teaching Chelsea how to enhance her 3C curls. Mercedes's was 3C in the top and front of her scalp and 4A for the rest of head. So, she knew what helped her 3C curls to pop and imparted her wisdom to Chelsea. Now, whenever she picked up the teen, her hair was rarely ever straight anymore.
"Your makeup looks good," Mercedes mouthed to Chelsea so her dad wouldn't hear. Then she gave her the 'okay' symbol with her hands.
Chelsea grinned excitedly and nodded her head.
She'd done her makeup similar to Mercedes's. Very light and fresh. And most importantly, invisible to most men.
"Alright," Sam said. "You ladies ready for a busy but fun day?"
"I guess."
"I was born ready."
"Don't worry, Chelsea. You'll have fun." Sam assured her and patted her arm.
"Well, hello, sweetie!" Mercedes said to a little girl about six-years-old.
Mercedes was behind a long table weighted down with food. Sam was a few feet down serving the main course, spaghetti. Her food station duty was to pass out bread and salad. And Chelsea stood a few feet from her passing out drinks. The choices were water, juice, or sports drink. Sam wanted the meal to be hearty but also healthier. He doubted they were getting vegetables very often and he didn't want them hopped up on sugary drinks either. Especially, since he had a treat awaiting them later. He'd spent the day before fixing gallons of homemade ice cream both lactose free and regular with his sugar, peanut butter, and chocolate chip cookies. The ice cream was in coolers and the cookies were ready to be served.
Mercedes added salad and some fresh bread to the little girl's plate. Then did the same for her mom. They thanked her and moved down the line. They were the last of that wave of people. Mercedes took a moment to glance over at Sam as he grabbed another large aluminum pan filled with the pasta dish and replaced the empty one.
He looked really good in his khakis, a tee with his restaurants logo, light flannel shirt with rolled up sleeves, and white sneakers. His hair fell forward on his forehead. He removed his gloves and combed his hair through his fingers to pull it back.
Mercedes watched as he removed the flannel. It had gotten quite a bit warmer. The sleeves of his t-shirt hugged his biceps. He had the kind of body that was made through traditional exercise versus lifting tons of weights at the gym. Like he went for runs outside or on the treadmill, had one of those pull-up bars in his house to do chin-ups, and did a hundred pushups and sit-ups a day. He gave off zero lunkhead vibes. Fit but nothing steroid crazy. And Mercedes admired every inch of him.
Speaking of every inch, Mercedes would have to tell him that khakis were a bad idea for him. Unless he was looking to attract that kind of attention. She'd always noticed that when a man with considerable meat wore khakis, it left almost nothing to the imagination. The bulge in the crotch was quite impressive. She damn near swallowed her tongue when she got a first glance. It was also clear that he was a candidate for sweatpants season. But Hoochie Daddy shorts were a hard no. The tip of his dick would poke out the bottom of the leg if he tried.
Just then, Sam looked at her.
She was caught red-handed.
Sam gave her a sly look and then winked at her.
Well, I'll be damned. He wore them on purpose! That sneaky bastard. He knew I'd look.
Luckily, Chelsea walked over to distract them.
"Can I go play some of the games now?" She asked her father.
"Yeah, go ahead. It looks like now will just be the people who want seconds. We can handle that on our own." Sam jerked his head towards the games.
There was a basketball hoop, corn hole boxes, sidewalk chalk, hopscotch, jump ropes, etc. Even an eclectic mix of music, a little something for everyone, played loud enough for people to get into it, but not so loud that they couldn't hear each other. Sam had forgotten nothing. Mercedes couldn't help but be impressed.
"This is truly incredible, Sam," she said. "That you set this up on your own and cater the whole thing. And everyone looks so happy. Like all their worries are gone for just a couple of hours. Full stomachs, music, and fun. It's wonderful."
Mercedes felt herself choke up at those last words. She blinked a couple times to keep any tears from spilling. Even though she was sure he could see that her eyes had become glassy.
"Thank you, Mercedes." Sam smiled humbly. "I just couldn't ignore it. Ignore them. Especially since I have almost been in their shoes when my family lost everything. There were a lot of nights I went to bed hungry."
"You're a really good man, Sam."
"I try to be. Especially for her." He nodded towards Chelsea.
She was playing hopscotch with a little girl. The little girl was about five. Her clothes were dirty and torn. Her face was smudged with what God only knew. But Chelsea acted as if she didn't notice.
"Yeah, she's a good girl." Mercedes grinned.
"She is. When she's not testing me."
"Oh, I'm sure that's pretty normal for a teenager. I was such a brat as a teen. Hell, I don't think I've changed much." Mercedes shook her head at the memories.
"I bet you were a handful."
"You better believe it," she said. "You?"
"Actually, I was a model teenager with dyslexia so private school had been a must for me. When my family lost everything, I had to go to public school, and they didn't offer the services I needed, so unbeknownst to them, I dropped out and began stripping. It was when my father figured out, and my pawpaw died did he decide to use my White Chocolate sex career for his advantage and started his porn kingdom with just me and girls willing to have sex with me for little or no money. That is how I ended up here in the industry. It wasn't until we disagreed over the future of his business that I knew I had to get out, a dyslexic porn star without a high school education is kind of limited on future options. A friend told me about Only Fans. I started a page and began to make more money on the website than I ever did working for my father who believed it was important to put much of my pay back into the family business. However, I would have never met Shayniece if I never lived the life I lived and would not have Chelsea now. We used a condom and she was on the shot because of our industry, contraception is contractually required. They use technology edit scenes to portray unprotected sex in all my scenes because my dad wouldn't risk his supposed heir's health. STD testing is mandated. Even with protection, Chelsea was destined to be here. She is a miracle, and I regret not leaving the industry sooner and knowing her as a baby and little girl, so I aim to treasure every moment I now have with her."
"I also have trauma from my past, Sam, that makes it impossible for me to judge anyone based on their past, present, and/or future. From what I see, you have turned your life around now and trying to be and good father, and it doesn't matter how long it took."
"That is true."
"So…I think I might have an idea for your next block party."
"Really? Do tell." Sam stepped closer.
"Okay, so maybe do a clothing drive. Have a box where people can drop off clothes. Collect them over the next several months. Then at your next block party, have a couple of tables where they can 'shop' for clothes.
"And this might be harder, but you know how you have portable toilets? Why not get one of those trailers that have like two to four showers? Give them a chance to clean up," Mercedes said.
"That's a really great idea. But I have a feeling the portable showers are crazy expensive." Sam said deep in thought.
"You could always do crowdfunding and a fundraiser to raise the money for it."
"True." Sam rubbed his stubbled chin. "Or maybe you could be my partner? I can handle all of this, and you can take care of the clothing drive and portable showers."
He raised an eyebrow. He'd just thrown down the challenge.
"I see what you did there." Mercedes squinted at him. "I just might take you up on that." She knew Santana and Dani would be more than willing to donate and would get some of their famous friends to donate as well.
"Let me know."
The song changed and the beat to "The Cupid Shuffle" came on. Mercedes's head jerked up in response.
"Come on, guys!" Chelsea shouted at them.
Several people including the teen were gathering together and forming lines to do the dance. Mercedes didn't hesitate. She grabbed Sam's hand and immediately pulled him over to Chelsea.
"What do you know about this old song?" Mercedes said to the teen.
"Oh, I know." A wistful look came over her face. "I used to dance with my mom, before…"
Mercedes rubbed a gentle hand down her back.
"Then let's tear it up in honor of her."
"Yassss."
Mercedes turned to Sam, "Are you ready white boy?"
"Uh…I'm not sure. I don't know this song."
"Did you hear that, Chelsea? Apparently, we need to teach your dad."
"Just follow what he says, Dad."
As soon as the part where the instructions for the song began, Mercedes and Chelsea went directly into the moves. Sam listened, watched, and partially did the dance until he picked up exactly how it went. As soon as he got the steps, which wasn't long, he started to add hip movements and a little flare. Mercedes and Chelsea looked at each other again and then back at him.
"Alright Sam!" Mercedes shouted.
"Go, Dad!"
Mercedes and Chelsea high-fived each other.
As the song progressed, Sam grabbed Chelsea and spun her around a few times. Then he released her and wrapped his arms around Mercedes's waist. He pulled her in close. With his hand at the small of her back, he rolled his hips and she followed the movement. The crowd cheered them on. They giggled and smiled at each other. He spun her out and then back to him once more.
After the song ended, they took a bow to boisterous applause. Chelsea clapped but she eyed them suspiciously.
"Eww." She scrunched up her nose at them. "You're not flirting, are you?"
Mercedes and Sam looked at each other.
"No!" They said in unison a little too forcefully.
Luckily, his kid hadn't learned nuance yet. It was obvious that they were lying. But she didn't pick up on it.
"Okay, cool. Because that would be gross."
Mercedes and Sam glanced at each other when Chelsea turned away. Sam rubbed the back of his neck. Mercedes squeezed her lips together and turned to head back to the tables of food.
Welp, that may have thrown a wrench in things.
"Hey, Dad."
"Yes, sweetie?"
"A friend wants to hang out. She said one of her parents could pick me up. Is it cool to go now?"
"Yeah, sure. You helped out a lot today. You earned it." Sam gave her a side hug and kissed her forehead.
"Thanks!"
About thirty minutes later, Mercedes saw a car pull up and Chelsea jumped in the front passenger seat. Sam was in the middle of chatting with someone. He didn't notice that the car had a girl and a guy in the back and another guy driving the car. Neither guy looked old enough to be anyone's dad, but a little too old to be hanging out with two fifteen-year-old girls. They looked to be in their late teens. Either seniors or not long graduated.
Mercedes sighed heavily. This was not something she wanted to get involved in. In fact, she was pissed off that Chelsea had put her in this predicament. If she told Sam, he'd lose his shit, immediately call Chelsea snapping, and then she'd never trust Mercedes again. That would undo all the work Mercedes had done to get the girl to open up. If she didn't tell Sam, he'd be furious with her for keeping it from him. She thought about it for a few minutes more. She came to the conclusion that she'd address Chelsea herself first. And if the behavior continued, she'd have no choice but to tell Sam.
She pulled her phone out of her back pocket to shoot Chelsea a text.
Mercedes:
I saw who you got in the car with.
Chelsea:
Please don't tell my dad, Mercedes!
Mercedes:
Make sure you're home by 8 and I won't.
Chelsea:
K. Thank you so much.
Mercedes:
Don't ever put me in this position again. I don't like lying to your dad, and I also don't like telling on you, but I will if you do this again.
Chelsea:
Sorry. I won't do it again.
Mercedes:
You better not. Stay safe.
Mercedes slid the phone back in her pocket and released a pent-up breath. She hoped Chelsea wasn't lying. But Mercedes knew what it was like to like a boy when you're a teen girl. The sun rises and sets on that boy. As if no one exists but him. Mercedes prayed the girl wasn't in that deep.
Sam watched Mercedes talk happily with the people coming up for the homemade ice cream and cookies he'd made. She didn't turn her nose up. Instead, she was kind and welcoming. She let her warm heart shine. There was no sign of the tough, no nonsense business woman who ate men for breakfast.
Every layer he peeled back, revealed another side of the beautiful woman. The more he saw of her, the more he wanted her.
Not even CeCe's objections would deter him. She was a teenager who knew barely anything about life. It would be different if she didn't like Mercedes or if her and Merc95edes's relationship was contentious. But they got along great. His daughter didn't see the bigger picture. But he certainly did.
"Alright. I think it's time to pack it up for the day. The crowd is dwindling." Sam said as he walked over to Mercedes who had just finished dipping out the last scoop of ice cream.
"You don't have to tell me twice. It was a great, but I'm tired." Mercedes sagged a bit.
"How about after this we get dinner? I owe you at least that." Sam offered.
"Sure. I'd like that." Mercedes smiled.
She broke eye contact first and busied herself with packing up the leftover cookies. Sam smiled. He was a devious man, but he was definitely a persistent one. He didn't get to where he was in life by being passive. Just like she went for what she wanted, so did he.
An hour and a half later, they sat at a table in a dark corner of a local dive bar. Mercedes moaned as she took her first bite of fish from her fish-n-chips platter.
"See? I told you." Sam grinned. "The best fish-n-chips in town."
"You did. I'll admit I was skeptical."
"I'm a foodie. You kinda have to be a chef. And just because a place looks questionable, doesn't mean they don't have amazing food. As long as the health score is above a 95; I will eat there again and again. Some of the best places I've ever eaten were dives like this," Sam said.
"Well, I'm glad you brought me here. I'll have to remember to bring my friends."
"You all seem to be very close."
"We are since high school chorus."
"That's amazing that you all have kept so tight. I lost touch with my friends when I started stripping. I do talk to my friends from the porn industry, but it hasn't been the same since I left." Sam shrugged.
"Do you miss the industry?"
"Hell no. It's not how it looks at all. When I first began it was more authentic. There was some attraction to the women I slept with. But as I got older, the actresses seemed to get younger, and with a daughter of my own, I just couldn't get up to do it. Imagining sex with a teenager is one way to make my dick go permanently soft. At thirty I was a grown man, and I just couldn't see myself at forty doing the work with women young enough to be my daughter. I know some men don't mind dating younger women like that, but I have never seen the fascination."
"I am so glad you said that because that is one of my hard nos. Rape, Pedophilia, child or any human trafficking are where I draw the line on whether or not I would kill someone. Believe me when I say that I can't tolerate or forgive those who do such heinous acts."
"I understand, and I feel that is the direction of my father's porn business selling the illusion of men having sex with young girls even if the girls are barely legal. It is too disgusting to me. Going to Paris and Italy and learning how to cook professionally from people who did not know my past was one of the most freeing things of my life. I enrolled and got my GED learned two foreign languages, and even enrolled in a business course, so I could open my own successful chain of fusion restaurants someday.
"That is so inspirational Sam. I am sure your restaurants will become a chain, and you will be even more successful than your dad."
"Once I received my Michelin-star last year, I was finally able to buy my father out. He was the only person willing to invest in me, a former porn star. What was ironic was that I was just borrowing my own money. But, now, I have full ownership, and I have left all of that behind me. I am proud that the money I have earned from my restaurants are the only source of my income and my daughter's generational wealth. Honestly, it happened a lot faster for me than other restaurant owners. And it's literally all because of my past career. A lot of curious people wanted to see if I had transformed my life and made it."
"Then, you should accept your past." Mercedes said.
"I know." Sam sighed. "It's just that once you reach a certain level, a level where you get noticed by those even higher, they make you feel like you don't belong. Or that you don't deserve to be there."
"Oh hell to the no!" Mercedes waved his last statement away. "How I see it, you deserve to be there more than they do. You earned your success. Most of them were born into theirs. Honestly, I think they're jealous."
Sam frowned skeptically. "How so?"
"Think about it. Some insanely talented man, who came from nothing, built a successful business on his own. New money or not. Money is money. Compared to them who may not have an ounce of talent, but was born with a silver spoon up their butt and given grades in prep schools and cheated their way through Ivy League colleges while you were having sex with their fantasy women and have had your cock sucked more in a month than they have in their entire lives. That, sir, is grounds for some serious envy."
"You could be right." Sam rubbed his stubble thoughtfully.
"I am. Remember? I think that I'm always right." Mercedes smiled brightly.
"Oh, yes. how could I forget?"
They giggled. Their eyes locked for longer than would be appropriate for two people who were only supposed to be friends. This time Sam looked away first. He didn't want to press it. They dug back into their food before it got cold. Although Sam was surprised, the heat from the tension between them didn't keep it warm.
Sam pulled up in front of Mercedes's house. There was a spot available right out front and he parked the car. He turned to her. Her stunning face, partially illuminated by the streetlights and porch lights outside.
"Thank you again, Mercedes. You were such a big help today, and you absolutely made it more fun than all my previous block parties." He confessed.
"You're welcome. I actually had a lot of fun. I was worried it would be a little depressing when all it did was inspire me to want to find other ways to help."
"You do know you're amazing, right?"
"I have been told that a time or two." She tried to lift her nose in the air as if she was stuck up, but immediately broke into a little laugh.
Without thought, Sam reached out and wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her across the center console. His lips captured hers. She gasped into his mouth, not expecting the bold move.
His tongue took advantage and dipped into her mouth. This time, she didn't try to take the lead. She let him be the aggressor. A sign she was beginning to trust him enough to let him dominate her. Comfortable enough to relax in her feminine energy.
Sam didn't know how or who hurt her in the past. But he knew it had to be serious. Whatever it was hadn't affected her confidence. But maybe her confidence in men. So, instead, she treated them like pieces of meat she could dispose of once she'd had her fill.
Because of that, Sam stopped the kiss before he lost control. He refused to be another notch on her bedpost no matter how badly he wanted to be close to her...inside of her.
When Sam broke the kiss, Mercedes gasped her displeasure.
"What the hell, Sam!" She finally snapped. "You don't get to keep getting something started, you can't finish."
"I am sorry, Mercedes. You just looked so beautiful, I had to taste you," Sam said. "But come on. Be honest with yourself. When was the last time you built up tension? When was the last time you stopped and savored seduction? Yes, sex is wonderful. But it's even better when you've held back. In fact," he leaned towards her. Sam cupped her face and lightly stroked his thumb over her bottom lip. Mercedes's mouth popped open instantly. Her pink little tongue peeked out to flick against the pad of his thumb. Sam clenched his jaw in response and felt his dick jump in his khakis. "I don't want you getting any pleasure from yourself, toys, or a man."
Mercedes flinched back and gave him a cutting look.
"Not because we're together or I'm trying to control you. But because we both want this. We both want to consume and be consumed by each other until we're unable to move. But when we do, I want the pleasure to be so intense that you speak in tongues. And that can only happen if you build pressure here," Sam said against her lips as his hand cupped her sex through the fabric of her jeans.
Mercedes shuddered. Her gasp of breath fluttered against his mouth.
"Don't you want that, love?" He finished the question with a flick of his tongue on her lips.
"Yes!" She gasped.
"Then do as I instructed. No orgasms. Let it build. And I promise I will give you what you need."
He slowly let his hand slide up the crotch of her jeans. Her heat radiated from that secret place.
"I have lost my mind!" She moaned. "Okay."
"Good."
"Don't think you can dominate outside of sexual situations because I am not having that." Her walls were still strong. He'd remove three bricks and she'd replace two.
But slow and steady wins the race.
"Trust me. The only place I want to dominate you is in the bedroom. I like your fire. Your passion. The way you challenge me. I would never take that away from you. But I want you soft, trembling, and begging me in bed." He finished with a kiss on her nose.
"I think I can do that."
"Perfect. Now, one more thing."
"What now?"
"Are you on birth control?"
"Of course. IUD for life."
"Good." He paused for a moment. "I also want you to get tested. I'll do the same. Because once I have you, I want nothing between us. I'd have to buy stock in condoms the number of times I plan to pleasure you."
"Of course." Mercedes hissed. "If you are clean and continue to only sleep with me then that can be done."
"Fantastic." Sam grinned at her.
"Goodnight, Sam."
"Goodnight, Mercedes."
He leaned forward and without much thought, Mercedes moved towards him like a magnet. They kissed softly. The goodbye kiss of lovers who'd been together years.
Then she opened the door, stepped out, and walked to her front door. Sam watched to make sure she got in safely and to watch her walk away. He breathed in deeply and expelled it quickly as he tried to calm his raging body.
"Soon." Mercedes Jones would be his soon and this longing to be close to her would soon be appeased.