Yes, I know I uploaded three tonight, Maybe Baby, Royal Secret, and this. I hope you enjoy it! It's a lot, and I am trying to go back to school, but I will always make time to upload for you!
Twenty minutes after the meeting, Mercedes sat at her desk, tapping her fingers lightly against the polished surface as she reviewed some notes on her tablet. The door to her office opened, and Julian walked in, followed closely by Sam. He shut the door behind him, crossing the room to stand in front of her.
Julian regarded her for a moment, his expression unreadable at first. Then, a small nod of approval. "You handled yourself well in there, Mercedes. It's better than I expected, though I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. You've always had a way of standing your ground."
Mercedes blinked, surprised by the compliment, but a warm smile soon spread across her face. She'd spent years working hard to prove herself, and hearing those words from him felt like a rare victory. "I am glad I did you proud, Dad."
Julian's gaze softened slightly, his pride just barely visible beneath his usual stern demeanor. "I knew I made the right choice, leaving the company in your hands. This is your show now, and I trust you to make it better than it's ever been." His eyes flicked to Sam for a moment, then back to her. "With Sam by your side, I don't doubt you'll take it to new heights. Just remember, I'm still around. Even though I'm not CEO, I'm still the owner and a board member. If you need anything—advice, a sounding board, or even just someone to call when things get tough—you know where to find me."
Mercedes nodded, the weight of his words settling over her, but she found reassurance in the rare display of faith. "I've got it. We'll keep everything running smoothly."
Julian studied her for another moment before clearing his throat, his voice taking on a lighter tone. "By the way, your mother- eh Rebecca was asking if you and Sam are coming over for dinner this week. You've been so busy, she's worried we won't see you before Thanksgiving."
Mercedes chuckled softly; ever since the engagement, it seemed her family wanted to see more of her; her lips curved into an amused smile, knowing playing messenger wasn't something her father enjoyed. "Tell her we'll be there. Thursday, right?" she asked, looking at Sam.
Sam nodded in response. "Yes, but remember, we are meeting my family on Saturday."
Julian nodded. "Good. I'll let her know." His gaze lingered for a second longer, and he added quietly, "You've done me proud, Mercedes. You always have, even if I haven't said it enough."
The unexpected sentiment caught Mercedes off guard, and for a moment, she didn't know how to respond. Finally, she settled on a soft, "Thanks, Dad. That means a lot."
With a final nod, Julian turned and left the office, the door swinging closed behind him.
The moment the door clicked shut, Mercedes noticed Sam's eyes fixed on her. He hadn't moved, still standing near the desk, but there was something intense about the way he looked at her now. His gaze was darker, more heated, and it made her pulse quicken.
She felt a blush rise in her cheeks as she shook her head, trying to dispel the sudden tension between them. "What?" she asked, her voice a little too casual.
"Your father was right. They tried knocking you down, and you rose higher than expected." Sam's lips curved into a slow, almost predatory smile as he stepped toward her. "And, if I may say so, you were so hot in that conference room," he said, his voice low as if he were savoring the memory of her standing up to Byron.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she laughed nervously, shaking her head again. "What are you doing?"
Sam didn't answer immediately. Instead, he closed the distance between them, his strides deliberate and purposeful. Before she could react, he pulled her into his arms. His hands settled at the small of her back, drawing her against him as his eyes locked onto hers.
Mercedes gasped softly, feeling the heat between them rise as Sam's presence overwhelmed her senses. She was used to his charm and teasing, but… this was something else entirely.
"You really don't know how sexy you are when you take charge like that, do you?" Sam murmured, his voice sending shivers down her spine.
Mercedes's breath caught in her throat, her body responding instinctively to his nearness. She placed her hands on his chest as if to push him away, but the pull between them was undeniable. "Sam…" she began, her voice trailing off as his lips hovered dangerously close to hers.
Without warning, Sam took her lips in his, lifting her to sit at her desk, and his tongue explored her mouth. Mercedes whimpered as his hands moved up her thighs, spreading them.
"Sam, wh-what are you doing?" She asked breathlessly.
Sam's lips moved to her neck as he nipped a trail to her ear. "I am showing my fiancee just how sexy she is."
Mercedes swallowed hard as he took off his suit jacket and tossed it onto her chair. Her hands instantly went to his shirt, loosening his tie.
With a smile, Sam rolled up his sleeves and kneeled in front of her. Lifting her skin higher, he placed gentle kisses on her thighs.
"Sam…you can't seriously be trying to do what I think you are trying to do?"
Sam smirked, staring into her eyes. He pushed a finger inside of her. The sensation she felt from his finger was something she couldn't describe. As a woman who focused on everyone but herself, the last thing she thought about was self-pleasure or any kind of pleasure.
But at this moment, no matter her reservations, she wanted to continue to feel this way.
"Lay back." Sam hissed, gently pushing her body onto the desk and lifting her skirt. "Lift your hips." Sam encouraged, and Mercedes complied, doing as he asked.
As she lifted her thighs, Sam pulled her lacey panties off of her and smirked. "Well, this is a surprise."
Mercedes raised an eyebrow, looking at him. "What do you mean?"
Sam ran his finger along her slit, causing her to moan out a cry. "I thought for someone who isn't sexually active, you'd be a bit unkempt, but you have a beautifully trimmed pussy."
Mercedes started to giggle, but his thumb pressed her clit, and she arched up, hand going through her hair. "Oh my-"
"Just relax and accept your reward." He said before pushing his finger back inside of her; he moved at a slow pace at first, watching her react as he slowly added another.
Mercedes was a mess, and he hadn't even done much. Then she felt his tongue as a scream ripped from her lips.
Sam chuckled as he looked up to her. "Shhh, you are ruining our secret fun."
"You are the one who chose to do this at work; now finish!"
"Yes, ma'am." Sam teased as he added another finger while letting his tongue dance around her clit. It took all of thirty seconds for her to come apart for Sam.
Not letting up, Sam took her higher once more, already addicted to her taste and cries.
Standing up, Sam helped her, and she smiled while sitting at the desk. "That was…wow."
Sam nodded. "Yeah, big lips make me great at that."
She licked her lips looking at Sam, seeing the bulge straining in his pants. Sam adjusted himself, and she chewed her bottom lip, pulling him closer to her.
"Wiat… let me help."
"What?" Sam shook his head. "No. That's ok, I can."
Mercedes didn't say a word; she just pulled at his belt, then unbuttoned his slacks, reaching inside his pants. Sam groaned, feeling her fingers touch him.
"Mercedes…." He hissed as she pulled him from his pants.
"Wow." She let fall from her lips as she chewed her bottom lip. "What do I?"
Before she could finish, Sam placed his hand over hers, showing her how to stroke him. Mercedes stared at him, alternating from looking at his face to his cock, watching as he moved closer and closer to that edge.
Sam leaned forward, his face buried in her neck as she sped up her actions.
"Fuck, I am so close, baby."
Mercedes didn't know what exactly he was gonna do, but she loved hearing him desperate for relief. Sam reached next to her, grabbing her panties and covering himself as he spilled out his load.
Mercedes pulled back, staring at him. "Was that ok?"
"Baby, if I could show you how amazing that was, we'd be here all day."
Mercedes laughed. "You used my panties; now I don't have any to put back on."
Sam shrugged, still holding them in his hand. "Mmm, that's something you should consider doing from now on."
An alarm on Mercedes's phone went off, and she groaned. Everything that she just experienced with Sam took her out of the real world and into his, and she was sad to leave it. As much as she wanted to fight her feelings, Sam created in her a new lease on life; she was excited to explore, even if she wanted to keep it from him.
"I better go; I have a meeting in twenty minutes," Mercedes said, standing from the desk and pulling down her skirt.
"Ok, well, I am next door if you need anything or want a repeat." Sam laughed as he zipped up his slacks.
Mercedes ruffled her hair with a nod. "You are a mess; go back to work."
Sam walked towards the door and stopped for a moment, turning to her. "Would you consider joining me on a date tonight?"
"A date?" Mercedes asked confused.
"Yes, we are stuck together, and I want to know my soon-to-be wife better, so a date."
Mercedes thought about it for a moment before she smiled with a nod. "Yeah, ok. That sounds fun."
"Good. I will see you later." Sam said opening the door and walking out.
Sam stepped out of Mercedes' office, running a hand through his slightly disheveled hair. His lips still held the faintest trace of a smirk from their private moment.
As he shut the door behind him, Kitty was already waiting by the hallway, her sharp gaze narrowing as she caught sight of him.
Her eyes darted to the office door he'd just exited, then back to him. "Really, Sam?" she sneered. "You just let her waltz in and throw threats around like she owns the place?"
Sam's smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, unbothered expression. He didn't answer her, instead turning toward his own office next door. Not ready to back down, Kitty followed him inside and shut the door behind her with a loud click.
"Why didn't you say anything in my defense?" she demanded, stalking toward him. "Mercedes Jones had no right to talk to me like that!"
Sam leaned casually against his desk, arms crossed, and chuckled softly. "News flash, Kitty, she does own the place. Besides, you deserved what you got. You crossed the line, and you know it. If you're smart, you'll stop messing with Mercedes while you still have a job."
Kitty stepped closer, undeterred. "You can't be serious, Sam. She's using you to climb the ladder until your shame of a marriage is over, and now you're letting her run the show? That's not the Sam Evans I know."
She ran her hands down his chest, her nails brushing the fabric of his dress shirt. "I can remind you who you really are," she purred, stepping closer, her voice dropping into a sultry tone.
Sam's jaw tightened, his hand gripping her wrist firmly, stopping her movements. His green eyes hardened as he stared at her, his voice low and dangerous. "Stop. Now."
She froze under his grasp, her confident smirk faltering slightly.
"If you try that again, I'll fire you," he continued, his voice steely. "Mercedes is going to be my wife. Period. That means no touching, no games, and no disrespecting her. Got it?"
Kitty yanked her hand back, glaring at him. "You're making a mistake, Sam," she hissed before storming out of the office and slamming the door behind her.
Sam exhaled, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he leaned back against his desk. His thoughts drifted to Mercedes, to her fire, her confidence, and the way she'd commanded the conference room like she'd been born to lead. What had started as a task—a partnership meant to secure a merger—had shifted into something he couldn't quite explain.
There was something about Mercedes Jones. Something that made him want to protect, support, and... want her in a way he hadn't expected.
Straightening, he reached for his phone and dialed HR. "This is Sam Evans," he said when the line connected. "I want Kitty Wilde transferred to a different office immediately. Effective tomorrow."
"Sure thing, Mr. Evans."
"Also, after my fiancee interviewed Mr. Sebastian Smythe, she interviewed Blaine Anderson. He was her second choice; I'd like you to reach out to him and offer him my assistant position. He can start tomorrow with Mr. Smythe. That way I can train them both."
"Sure thing, Mr. Evans."
As he hung up, a sense of calm settled over him. Mercedes deserved better than distractions like Kitty. He wasn't going to take any chances—not with her.