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Book Thirty-Three: The Nurse and The Officer

Sam cupped her face, moving her hair behind her ear. "I wanna see you."

Mercedes smiled. "Good, because I wanna see you too."

Sam kissed her softly. "I don't know what it is about you, I am just…"

Mercedes nodded. "Trust me, I get it. Is this normal? Do you see all the women you sleep with?"

Sam shook his head. "No. I never cared to before now…does that mean I can remove your mask now?"

Mercedes moved to straddle him again. "Go for it."

Sam's hand went to Mercedes's face, caressing her as he toyed with her mask.

Closing her eyes, Mercedes exhaled before someone began to bang on the door.

"Girl, it's after 1." Quinn's familiar voice came over, and Mercedes sighed, looking down at Sam.

"Sorry, Lancelot. It looks like we will have to continue this another time," she said, quickly getting up and grabbing her robe.

Sam cursed internally, grabbing his robe. "Do you really have to go?"

Mercedes nodded. "Some of us have to work and have other responsibilities."

Sam sighed, walking over to her and pulling her close. "But what if I promised I could make it worth your while?"

Mercedes giggled. "Lancealot, I bet you could. But I can't afford not to work." She stood on her tippy toes, kissing him softly. "I'll see you again."

Sam watched as she grabbed her shoes and hurried out the door before he fell back onto the bed and groaned. Damn, she was sexy and almost sucked his soul out of his body with what was between her thighs; he was determined to see her again.


Sam walked through the front door, pulling off his holster belt, feeling agitated and cranky. The last two weeks were filled with naughty thoughts and torturous dreams. Guinevere had a starring role in them, and every time he lifted her mask, he was awoken with a painfully hard hard-on. It was like he was a teen all over again.

As if that wasn't bad enough, Sam was overwhelmed by the fact that his results from the Sergeants exam were going to post any day now, and that would determine a lot for him and Bailey.

"Hey Bailey? You here?"

Not hearing a sound, Sam groaned, seeing the familiar not on his fridge. Once again, she was over Kiki's house. While he was thrilled Bailey had made a friend, he still couldn't get along with Mercedes. There was just something about her: he would put his foot in his mouth every time he was around her.

Checking the time, he figured he would give her another twenty minutes or so to hang before he took a couple of steps to the next door and grabbed her. It was primarily unselfish on his part.

Everything Bailey returned from her house, she was sent with something for dinner, and Mercedes could cook; the woman made some pork chops the other night that had Sam literally having to take a minute to gather himself.

Hopping in the shower, his mind wandered back to Club Snixx. He had planned on returning this weekend, but his sister was sick and couldn't take Bailey, so Sam had to wait at least another week until he saw Guinevere again.

Looking down at his growing shaft, he groaned, stroking himself as he thought about her luscious lips, about how good she tasted and felt. As always, it only took him seconds to cum all over the wall, thank goodness he and Bailey had different bathrooms.

After grabbing a pair of sweats and a white T-shirt, Sam walked over to Mercedes's house, not bothering to dry his hair. He didn't plan on staying there.

Knocking on the door, Sam heard a bunch of giggling before the door was opened, and Mercedes stood there wearing a Nurse's Uniform. Bailey is just finishing icing the cupcakes. Come in," she said, leaving the door open and walking away.

Sam swallowed hard as he got a whiff of her scent; damn she always seemed to smell so good. And the way her ass looked in those scrubs. Shaking off his thoughts, Sam followed her inside, scolding himself for the way he thought about her.

It was clear that he was in a slump. Unable to forget about Guinevere, he lusted after people who weren't even his type.

Well, that was a lie because the only woman he seemed to lust after, other than his sexy goddess, was Mercedes.

"Daddy! Hi!" Bailey said, waving at him with a purple frosting piping bag.

"Hi, Mr. Evans!" Kiki said happily waving her own pink frosting piping bag.

"Hello, ladies, what are we making?"

"Cupcakes," the girls said in unison.

Mercedes smiled. "The girls have a class party tomorrow and wanted to bring the cupcakes."

"Ms. Cedes told me she would help, but we had to do the work, too," Bailey said as she piped a few flowers onto her cupcake.

Kiki stared at her as if she were painting a masterpiece. "Wanna join us? We have a few more."

Sam stared at the three girls in the kitchen and shrugged. "Sure. I don't have anything else to do, " he said, washing his hands.

Mercedes handed him a blue piping bag. "Well, let's see what you got?"

Standing next to Baily, Sam grabbed one of the cupcakes and began to ice it. "So how was your day, girls?"

Kiki beamed. "It was great! We beat the guys in basketball today. And I got an A on my Math test."

Sam bumped her. "That's great! We studied hard for that test. How did you do, Kiki?"

"I got an A, too; thank you for helping me. Auntie Cedes isn't that good at Math." Kiki said laughing,

"Hey!" Mercedes said dipping her finger in the frosting and putting it on Kiki's nose. "I am good at other things."

"Don't worry, my dad cant cook, so you've got him beat." Bailey laughed.

"Hey!" Sam said repeating Mercedes actions by putting frosting on Bailey's nose.

The girl's giggled as the timer went off and Sam's phone rang.

"Excuse me." Sam said as Mercedes grabbed the meatloaf out of the oven.

Answering his phone, Sam sighed watching Mercedes as she bent down again. "Hello."

"How much do you love me?" Mike said over the line.

"What?"

"I having been talking to Farrah and I convinced her to give you Guienvere's number."

Sam froze. "Isn't that against the rules?"

"Nope, Snixx has a chatroom and with the right number you have a direct link to your girl. That is if you want it."

"Of course I want it, but you don't even know if she will answer me back." Sam said looking back towards Mercedes who was currently hip bumping the girl's as they giggled over their cupcakes.

"Just send a text to the number and let the cards fall where they may. Look i gotta go, talk to you later."

Mike hung up and Sam glanced at the phone as the text came through.

"Daddy! Can we stay for dinner?!" Bailey asked.

Sam shoved his phone into his pocket and walked to the island. "I don't want to impose."

"Its not imposing, I made enough for everyone. Its just meatloaf and mashed potatoes with corn on the cob."

"Sounds delicious, if you are sure…and we will help you clean up." Sam said.

Mercedes nodded. "Deal."

Kiki and Bailey grabbed the plates setting the table as Sam moved to the counter. "I know we didn't get off to the best start but I wanted to see if we could start over."

Mercedes stared at him for a moment, before she smiled. "Sure, lets go eat."


The girls chatted excitedly as they sat down to eat, recounting their school day. Sam found himself laughing at their stories, his earlier tension melting away with each bite of the savory meal.

"Mercedes, this is really good," Sam admitted, gesturing to his plate.

Mercedes smiled, a little surprised. "Thanks. It's nothing fancy, but it's a family recipe."

"Well, it's amazing," Sam said, taking another bite of the meatloaf. He caught Mercedes's eye as she chuckled at something the girls said. For a moment, he wondered why they didn't get along better. Here she was, generous, warm, funny—and clearly an amazing cook. Maybe, just maybe, he could save whatever friendship the two could be building; it was clear the girls enjoyed it when they all hung out together.

The evening flowed easily from there. After dinner, the girls ran off to play while Sam and Mercedes tidied up the kitchen. He found himself joking with her as they washed dishes, the usual awkward tension between them nowhere to be found.

"You're really good with the girls," Sam said, handing her a dish to dry.

"I've had a lot of practice," Mercedes replied, smiling. "Kiki's practically my shadow has been from the moment she was born, and Bailey's a sweetheart."

Sam chuckled. "She is. I don't know what I'd do without her. But... thanks for looking after her when I'm not around."

Mercedes glanced at him, a little taken aback by his sincerity. "She's no trouble. I like having her over."

The silence that followed felt comfortable. Sam felt at ease around Mercedes for the first time in a while. Maybe this was a turning point for them.

After the last dish was dried and put away, Mercedes said, "I'll save some leftovers for you. That way, you don't have to worry about cooking tomorrow night."

Sam froze, caught off guard by her kindness. And then, before he could stop himself, he blurted out, "Don't you have your own man to cook for? You tend to cook for us a lot."

Sam knew he'd messed up when the words left his mouth. Mercedes stiffened, her easy smile fading into a cold stare.

"Excuse me?" Her voice was sharp, and Sam immediately regretted it.

"I didn't mean..." he started, trying to backtrack, but it was too late.

Mercedes crossed her arms, clearly offended. "Right, because I'm only good for cooking for a man. You know, Sam, I don't know what your problem is, but every time we actually start to get along, you say something like this."

"That's not what I meant," Sam said, trying to salvage the situation. "I was just..."

"Bailey! Kiki!" Mercedes called out, her eyes never leaving Sam's. "Time to go."

The girls ran into the room, oblivious to the tension. Bailey grabbed her bookbag and smiled.

"Ms. Cedes you won't forget to bring the cupcakes?"

Mercedes smiled softly at the girl. "No, I won't forget. I will bring them. Sam felt the weight of his mistake pressing down on him as he watched Mercedes hug Bailey.

"Mercedes, I'm sorry," he said quietly, but she shook her head.

"Don't bother," she said, her voice calm and detached. "Just... take Bailey home."

With that, she turned away, leaving Sam standing there, feeling like an idiot. Again.


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