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I hold her head in my hands as I thrust myself into her mouth over and over hitting the back of her throat every time. She grabs my balls, massaging them gently and I’m about to come undone.
She moans, and it vibrates against my cock, sending me over the edge. I grip her head even tighter, forcefully as I shoot cum down her pretty throat, my body shaking with spasms.
I release her head and she slides her mouth off me.
Looking up at me with sweet eyes, she licks her lips, “Thank you, Liam.” She stands and gazes at me seriously, “I’m done chasing you. If you want me, you’ll have to make the next move.”
“Mercy, I won’t. I can’t.”
“Then this is goodbye, Liam.”
One last time, I pull her into my arms, inhaling her addictive scent. I kiss her on the neck, “Goodbye, Mercy.”
Releasing her, she stares at me momentarily, and then tears her gaze away and walks back to her room.
Walking back to my room, I throw myself on the bed as if I’m a moody teenager. I slide between the sheets and can’t fall asleep. This shit with Mercy has to stop, I can’t do this. Nash may never forgive me, and I can’t lose my son. Besides, she’s too young to deal with my baggage. I will never be able to give her what she wants out of life. Why does the right thing have to feel so fucking wrong?Do the right thing, Liam.But how? Every time she’s near me, I can’t control myself.Show some restraint, asshole.
Finally, I fall asleep, although it’s a restless sleep. Dreaming of dying patients, then Nash’s mom, and finally, Mercy begging me to fuck her. Why does she have to be so fixated on me? Although, if I’m honest with myself, and I don’t want to be, I am just as fixated on her.
I have a couple of patients to check in with today, but I’m not working unless I get called in. I climb out of bed, grab my gym shorts, and get changed for a long workout.
Jessica and Mercy sit at the table as I walk into the kitchen to get coffee before exercising.
“Wow, Dr. Lexington, you have an incredible body for an older guy,” Jessica said.
I roll my eyes.
Mercy snaps, “Jessica stop! Don’t talk like that.”
“Why because he’s yours?” She giggles.
Through gritted teeth, Mercy says, “Jessica.”
They talk as if I’m not even here and it doesn’t take long for it to get old.
“Ladies, you do realize I can hear you, right?”
Glancing at Mercy, her cheeks are red, fuck I love that so much.
Before my cock starts talking for me, telling all my secrets, I head down to the gym.
I spend two hours working out, and I’m quite grateful that nobody disturbs me. I half expected Mercy to come down, but she did say she was done chasing me. Maybe, she really is done. And why does that bother me so much? What the hell is wrong with me? The thought of never having her in my arms again isn’t something I like. The idea of her in another man's arms is even worse.
After my workout, I head upstairs, shower, and then do the most ridiculous thing. I stand looking out my window and watch Mercy in the pool like the pervert I have become. When Xander, my colleague and best friend since high school calls, I'm thrilled for the distraction.
After changing into jeans and a blue Henley, I head downstairs to leave. Nash stops me on my way to the garage.
“Done in the pool?” I ask.
“For now, where are you going? I thought you might want to play a game with us.”
“A game?” I snicker. “I’m past the age of spin the bottle, son.”
“Seriously dad.”
“Sorry, I have plans.”
“A date?” Nash asks, with a shocked expression.
