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He nodded, pulling her to straddle him. "It only took one touch for me to know your body. So, now answer my question. Can I have you? Right here? Right now?"

Mercedes didn't want to kiss him, didn't want to give in. She had to be strong, but with one look in his eyes, she figured she could be strong tomorrow.

Crashing her lips to his, her hands went to his hair as his hands gripped her ass, pressing himself into her.

"Do you feel it? Feel what you do to me?"

"Yasss." She hissed as she rocked against him. "Sam, what are you doing to me?"

"What are we doing to each other?" Sam countered as he pulled back. "I have no right to want you as much as I do…I know that Mercedes, but God, I want you."

Mercedes could feel her pulse race and her breath falter as she stared at him. He was everything she wanted, and she couldn't have all of him.

Sam nipped her lips, his breath ghosting her face. "Tell me to leave Mercedes…" He said, kissing her neck and moving to her ear. "Or let me fuck you. I will do whatever you want."

Mercedes stared at him once more, moving to kiss him slowly at first, getting a taste of him before she pushed her tongue through his lips and sucking on his tongue.

Sam gripped her thighs, pulling her closer; his body ached for her, ached for more. His hands ran up her back, then back down, pulling her skirt up before his fingers squeezed her ass.

"I need to feel you inside of me." Mercedes breathed, feeling needy.

Sam smiled. "You don't have to tell me twice." Moving as fast as he could, he unbuttoned his jeans, freeing himself.

Licking her lips, Mercedes reached down between them, gripping him tightly. "I still can't believe how thick you are." She murmured against his lips.

"How about you remind me how well I fit…" Sam said, running his hands up her back and unzipping her red halter top dress. As he pulled it down, she moaned out, tilting her head to the side as Sam kissed down her neck.

"Sam…" She whimpered.

Lifting her, he lined himself up, pulling her down as he thrust. "Oh Fuck! He moaned into her breast.

Mercedes gripped the couch behind Sam as she began to move. "This feels…oh, you feel amazing."

"Yeah? What about…this?" He asked as he gripped her hips and thrust up hard and fast.

Mercedes screamed out, digging her nails into the couch. "I love that, don't stop."

"I won't! I can't get enough of you, baby."

Mercedes crashed her lips to his, kissing him in a frenzy as they pushed each other towards their orgasms. Mercedes wrapped her arms around him, riding out her orgasm and laying her head on his shoulder.

Sam held her close, not wanting to let her go, but he knew that he should, but at that moment, he didn't want to. His alarm in his phone blared, and he frowned and reached for his pocket.

"I need to pick up the kids," Sam said, kissing her shoulder.

"It's time already? I need to finish some paperwork before I head out." She said, moving from his lap, but Sam pulled her back.

Mercedes smiled, shaking her head. "Sam…this has to be the last time we do this."

Sam frowned. "Because of Biff?"

"Partly. Sam, you didn't want to marry me. And this is just blurring the lines." She said, standing and pulling her dress both up and down.

Sam fixed his pants and nodded. "You're right. I don't know what is coming over me. I am not like this normally. I can control my hormones; I am not some teenage boy."

Mercedes laughed. "Yeah, I don't do this either; I am not this reckless or this easy."

Sam smirked, pulling her to him. "Yeah, you are plenty easy with me." He teased.

Mercedes giggled, pushing him away, and rolled her eyes. "You need to go get the kids, and I have work to do; we can talk about the rest of this stuff later."

Sam kissed her forehead. "I will see you later."

She nodded, watching him walk out of her office. Besides having a major crush on him, he was great with her daughter and looked like he could be an underwear model. She was confident that with each passing day, she was going to fall in love with him. And that scared the hell out of her.

Walking to the bathroom in her office, she stared at herself in the mirror, running her hands through her hair and fixing her makeup as she ran her hand down her neck, remembering how Sam's hands felt all over her.

She swallowed, shaking off that thought. Sam wasn't willing to marry her, and if she kept this up, she would end up losing her heart to that man.

Walking back into her office, she froze as the door opened, and Preston entered. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Hey, beautiful. How are you?"

"Get the hell out of my office." She moved to her phone. "Jane? Please send security up here."

"Called as soon as I saw him," Jane said through the speaker. "They are headed up."

"Mercy…please…" Preston said, raising his hands in the air. "I just wanna talk."

"And I just wanna castrate you. So how about you leave before I make that a reality."

"Ooh, baby, I missed you. I love it when you get feisty. You know I have an hour to kill, maybe we should relieve some of our best moments…sexually, I mean."

Mercedes gagged. "Oh God, I think I am gonna throw up. Preston, get the hell out."

He frowned. "Don't be like that, Mercy baby, come on, let me sit you on that desk and have a taste…I bet you still have the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted."

She gagged again, covering her mouth. "Stop, you are making me gag."

"Wouldn't be the first time." He smirked.

Someone knocked on the door, and security walked in, flanking Preston.

"You need to leave, sir," Dave said, looking at him.

Preston rolled his eyes. "Fine, but first." He pulled out a folder. "Here is a gift for you, Mercy."

Mercedes side-eyed him as she took the folder. Opening it, she could feel the rage fill her. "You are requesting temporary custody of Faith? You stupid son of a bitch!" She said, slapping him across the face.

Dave pulled Mercedes back as she stared at Preston. "You don't even care about her! You just want my money!"

"True." Preston shrugged. "But Bunny really wants to be a mom without the stretch marks, so it's a win-win for me. She gets a daughter, I get your money, and you get nothing. Oh, that's a win, win, win!"

Mercedes lunged for him, but Dave wouldn't let her. "Ms. Jones, you need to keep your head about yourself."

"Yeah, Mercy, you don't want me to add abuse to my list of complaints." Preston teased. "This could all go away for, say…twenty million dollars."

"I don't have twenty million!"

"You do wrapped up in this company. So sell it, or give me your shares, and I will sell them. You get your daughter, and I get my money. How much is your daughter worth to you?"

"You are pathetic. You used me for my money and my clout. And you thought you were gonna get half of my business but didn't realize I had that pesky little cheating clause. Even then, you got twenty-five hundred a month for spousal support."

"Yeah, until you stopped paying!" He spat.

"You got married. Did you really think I was gonna support you and your new wife?"

"Yes, I did, considering you owed me what was mine!"

Mercedes laughed, shaking her head. "You are delusional."

"Delusional? I made you!" He growled.

"No, you didn't! See, I was famous before I met you, and I remained famous after I left your ass. You were a leech and tried to get me to pay for the lifestyle you couldn't afford."

"You should have kept paying me!"

She threw her hands in the air. "Why? The law said I didn't have to."

Preston glared at her. "Well, now I have the law in my back pocket. Judge Shaw is going to try our case, and I already laid the groundwork that you are an unfit mother. Just wait until I tell them how you are whoring yourself out to any and everyone."

"They won't believe you."

"Yeah, well, let's just see. Even if they don't believe the screwing around the part, the fact that you hired a nanny to watch your daughter and the fact that you are barely home will weigh in. You are a single parent, and I have a two-parent household. I will win."

"Yeah well we will see. Now get out."

Dave moved to him, and she frowned, sitting in her chair as she read over his petition. "Okay, God. I need help; he can't take her from me. She's all that I have."

Looking from the petition to Biff's resume. Grabbing her phone, she sighed, making the call to save her child.

"Biff here."

"Hey, Biff, it's Mercedes."

"Oh Mercedes, why hello beautiful. What do I owe this call?"

Mercedes exhaled deeply. "So I was thinking we should do it. We should get married as soon as possible. Say we go to the courthouse tomorrow morning?"

"That sounds perfect. How about I stop by tonight, and we can get down to the dirty details."

Mercedes rolled her eyes. "I won't be home til late. But yeah, tomorrow at the courthouse. Your NDA stands, though you can not speak about this to anyone."

"I understand. See you soon wifey."

Mercedes hung up the phone and closed her eyes. "For you, Faith…everything I do, I do for you."

Biff McIntosh was a man who knew what he wanted and didn't mind screwing people over to get it. It was why he Manny'd families that were in High Society; they would gladly pay you off and then deal with you in court.

Learning that the Mercedes Jones was looking for a husband, he jumped at the chance to be that for her. This was his meal ticket, and he couldn't wait to take everything he could from her.

As he walked around the car lot and stopped in front of an Orange 488 Spider Ferrari.

"Welcome, Sir; I see you have your eyes on this beauty." The salesman said, walking towards him.

"Yes. How much is it?"

"Well, it is a 2023, so usually they run about $598,000 but for you…I can give it to you for $ 570,000."

Biff smiled. "This is perfect. Do you think you can hold it for me? My wife will gladly get it for me."

"Lucky man." The sales associate said.

"I really am," Biff said as his phone rang. Holding his finger up, he walked out of the dealership and sighed before answering.

"What's up?"

"Did she agree to the marriage?"

"She did. We will be married by the weekend."

"Perfect, and did you get her on tape? Saying it was a farce?"

Biff sighed. "No. They patted me down and kept my phone before I got into her office."

"We need that recording, Biff! You signed an NDA, so if you speak, you will be sued for millions, but if that recording gets leaked…well, gotta love loopholes."

Biff sighed. "I am going to stop by her place and get her to confess everything tonight. After I make myself at home, of course."

"You do whatever you need to do, but remember our deal. You help me bring her down and walk away a rich man."

"Tell me something," Biff said. "Why would I need you? I could marry her and take her for everything without you?"

"You could, but then I would have to release all the bad I have on you."

Biff ran his fingers through his hair. "Fine! Look, all I ask is you give me two to three weeks to convince her to put me on all her cards. Then we can take her down."

Sam smiled as he waved goodbye to the twins. Mike and Sugar were having a movie night for the kids, and Sam gladly let him take the twins; he needed time to talk to Mercedes.

Walking back into the house, he sat at the kitchen counter, reaching for his phone when Blaine sat beside him. "Hey B., what are you and Sebastian getting up to tonight? He's back, and you are childless."

Blaine smiled. "It has been a while since we have had a night together. We are becoming an old married couple."

"Yeah, well, at least you are married, so that's a good thing." Sam encouraged.

Blaine raised an eyebrow, "Married life isn't a bad thing. I think you'd like it."

Sam ran his hands through his hair. "Not this again."

"Yes, this again, we can all see how much you like her…care for her and Faith."

There was a knock on the door, and Sam and Blaine looked up to see Carol opening it and Biff rushing in.

"Honey, I'm home." He said, looking around. "Oh yeah, this house will be perfect."

"Sir, you need to leave until Ms. Jones returns," Carol said as Biff moved around her,

"No need; I am about to be the Master of this house, so none of that matters. Now, show me to my bedroom. I need a game room to ensure my soon-to-be wife and I aren't disturbed at night; I plan on enjoying this union."

Sam growled as he stood. "Biff, what the hell are you doing there!"

"Call me Mr. McIntosh or Master Biff. Show some respect to the new King around here." Biff smirked. "Or I will have your ass fired."

Blaine walked over to him. "You haven't married Mercedes, which means you have no say in this house."

Biff eyed Blaine. "Who are you?"

"That is none of your business since I work for Mercedes and not you," Blaine said, folding his arms across his chest.

"I work for Mercedes… the disrespect. She is your boss, and you will treat her as such. Now go get my bags from my car."

Sam and Blaine looked at each other and then back at Biff. "Biff, you need to leave, Now," Sam said.

"Why would I do that, Evans? I am about to be Mr. Mercedes Jones. I am going to be living the high life and get paid. Do you know how rich that woman is? That means that half that money is mine." He said excitedly. "I am a Millionaire."

"You are nothing but a frat boy who has lost his damn mind." Blaine spat.

"Exactly," Sam added. "You don't even realize how amazing Mercedes is, do you? She is smart and talented. She's such a great mother and deserves the best; unfortunately for her, you aren't it."

Biff looked at Blaine angrily. "What did you say?"

"You heard us!" Blaine said, standing next to Sam. "You want her money? Really? Pathetic."

"You are both fired! Effective immediately." Biff said. "Leave my house."

"Your house?!" Mercedes said, walking into the foyer.

"Mercedes, baby, I am sorry you had to see that. These two were just gathering their things and leaving."

Mercedes raised an eyebrow at him. "What gives you the right to come into my home and fire my staff?"

"Well, I just thought-"

She held up her hand. "You know what? I had a feeling you were an asshole, and I am glad to know I am right. This isn't going to work, and you can leave…how the hell did you even get into the driveway? You don't have the gate code."

Biff frowned. "I-" He closed his mouth as Mercedes stared at him.

"How!"

"I snuck in when someone else left…but only so I could get a look at the place. It is my house, after all."

Mercedes laughed, "No, it's not. Even if we had gotten married, you would still have only been a guest. But thank you for letting me see your true colors. Leave now before I have the police find you. Oh, and our NDA is still in effect. Should you utter a word of anything, I will take you for everything you have and have you thrown into jail."

"Jail?" Biff yelped

"Yes, you really need to check the fine print on a contract. I don't like loose ends, and I really don't like users. So leave before I call the police and tell them you are trespassing."

"Mercedes, please don't do this! We had a deal: I was gonna help you, and you were gonna pay me! I need that money!"

"Get him out of here, please," Mercedes said, shaking her head and walking up the stairs.

Sam and Blaine smiled. "Gladly."

Grabbing him by the arms, Carol smiled, opening the door as Sam and Blaine carried Biff outside. Carol looked after the boys as she walked up the stairs to make sure Mercedes was okay. She knocked on the door and frowned as she heard Mercedes crying.

"Mercedes?"

When she heard nothing, Carol opened the door to see Mercedes sitting on the bed in tears. "Oh, Mercedes… it's going to be okay."

Mercedes shook her head. "It's not. Carol... Preston filed for a Friday hearing to get emergency custody of Faith. He's after my baby and said he will only stop if I sell my company. I thought getting married would help, but I…am going to sell so he will leave Faith alone." She said through her tears. "I will let everyone know so you can find other jobs…and I can sell the house…"

"Mercedes…you don't have to do that."

Mercedes nodded. "I do…I can't lose Faith. My company means nothing compared to her. She's all that matters."

Carol stepped closer to her, but Mercedes held her hands up. "It's okay; I am going to shower and then start looking for a place to stay. I will let everyone know tomorrow…I'm sorry." She said, rushing into the bathroom and shutting the door.

Carol frowned, walking down the stairs as Blaine and Sam walked in. Looking at them, Sam frowned. "What's wrong? Is Mercedes okay?"

"She will be once you marry her."