Page 56 of Finding Mercy

“I can’t help the way my body reacts to you, baby girl.”

We both wash off, and I’m ready to get out when she pushes me up against the back wall.

“My pussy is out of commission for the rest of the night, Dr. Lexington. But my mouth is not.”

She kneels in front of me and takes my cock into her mouth, no foreplay, just straight to it.

“Mercy,” I moan.

She grabs my hips as she moves up and down my dick, moaning the whole time. I fight myself to take control. I want to let her control this. Mercy looked up at me, my cock in her mouth, fuck she’s incredible.

She strokes my balls while she sucks me. I’m in a warm, wet heaven.

She bobs her head up and down faster. I try to hold on because I never want this to end, but I can’t. She literally rips the orgasm out of me. Our moans fill the air as I come into her throat.

I help her up and rub her knees.

We get out, and I wrap her in a towel after I dry her off. Then I dry off quickly.

“Bed, baby girl.”

She yawns, and it’s the cutest thing. My girl is spent.

We climb into bed, and she nuzzles up against my chest. As much as I love fucking her, I think I love this more. I’m so fucking gone over this girl. I thought I loved Nash’s mom then, but it was never like this. With this sheer intensity, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to hold onto this woman–nothing.

“That was incredible,” she says sleepily.

“You were incredible, baby girl.”

And to think, not long ago, she was concerned that she couldn’t keep me satisfied sexually. There’s zero chance of that.

I stroke her back as she falls asleep, feeling like the luckiest man in the entire world. After staring at her for the longest time, I finally fell asleep.

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I wake up in my least favorite way to wake up, without Mercy. I get up, pull on a pair of boxers, and look for her. She has made coffee, but she’s not in the kitchen. I look in the guest bedrooms and Ivy’s. She isn’t there either. Fuck, where is she? Panic runs through me. Please tell me she didn’t leave me. We are happy, aren’t we? Do I focus too much on my needs and miss hers completely? My heart pounds as I make my way down to the gym. She’s not there. She’s gone. My world tilts off its axis in a moment, and crashes and burns. I’ve never felt more unstable in my entire life. I went through last night trying to figure out what I did or didn’t do but came up empty.

I fetch my phone and text her.

Baby Girl: I don’t know why you left. I’m going out of my mind here. I love you. Let me know you’re safe, I guess.

I stand with my phone in my hand, staring out the kitchen window facing the backyard.

“Baby, why would you think I left you?”

I turn around as relief fucking floods me. My beautiful girl is standing in front of me, looking radiant in her short white silk robe.

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tight against me.

“Where were you?” I ask.

“In your office. I was writing my statement for court.”

I clutch onto her for dear life as my world tries to right itself.

She lifts her head, gazing at me and touches my cheek tenderly.

“Why, Liam? Why would you think that?”

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