Page 7 of Mercy
She gazes at me with those bedroom eyes, “Forbidden fruit is always the sweetest, don’t you think?” I release her hands, and she giggles as she walks away.
I know that the next week is going to be pure torture. What is this girl after? Is she like so many, fixated on hooking up with a doctor? I’ll never understand the fascination. Too many medical dramas, probably.Fucking Grey’s Anatomy.
I finish my dinner and rinse my plate, putting it in the dishwasher. Walking into the living room, I spot Nash and his friends watching TV. They are all on the couch except Mercy is lying on the floor, on her stomach. Her ass, my God, her ass, is delectable. I want nothing more than to get on the floor with her and fuck her until she screams. When she laughs at the reality show they are watching, something twists in my stomach. Her laugh is perfect, high pitched, a giggle, really. And suddenly, I don’t know if I want to fuck her or make her laugh again.What the fuck, Liam?
I take my sex-crazed ass back to my bedroom. I have not been this horny since I was a teenager. I can’t walk past my bathroom without thinking of her tiny, naked body standing there, moans escaping from her soft lips. Lips that I am dying to taste but tell myself I never will. I can’t.
A few drinks later, I settle into bed with a book about treating cancer in children. I want to make sure there’s nothing I’m missing. I hold young lives in my hands. So, I stay up to date on all the new treatments, never wanting to fall behind on fresh new developments.
I read for a few hours before my eyes get heavy, and I place the book on the end table beside my bed before falling asleep.
Four
LIAM
Risingout of bed at six o’clock in the morning, I head to the kitchen to make coffee. Nash and all his friends are at the table. What the hell are they doing up so early? Aren’t young twenty-somethings supposed to sleep all day? I nod to them as I make my coffee.
I pour myself a cup and sip it as I stand there in my own little world. Nash’s voice snaps me out of my daydream about a certain woman I found in my bathroom yesterday.
“Dad?”
I turn around, facing Nash, arching an eyebrow at him.
“This is Jessica. You know Matt, and do you remember Mercy?”
Pasting a fake smile on my face, “I do.”
I didn’t, but obviously, I’m acquainted with her now. Did I know her before? Nash seems to think so, but I sure as hell do not remember meeting her before seeing her in the bar. Somehow, I can’t imagine I would have ever met her and not remembered her. She’s unforgettable.
She blushes crimson. Fuck me. I’m staring at her; I can’t help it. She’s wearing that gold bikini from the Instagram picture. It shows off her body perfectly, all of her curves are on display, her creamy white complexion, my eyes roam her body, taking it all in. When I get to her tits nearly spilling out of the top, I salivate. This is slow, sweet torture. I imagine, slowly peeling that gold bikini off her pale skin. I bet her ass will look incredible with red marks on it.Her soft moans echo in my ears while I trail my tongue down her body, inhaling her scent, making her come on my tongue—her hands in my hair as she trembles in ecstasy.
“Umm Dad?”
My eyes snap to Nash, “Sorry, I was lost in thought for a minute.”
Uncontrollably, my sight goes back to Mercy as she bites her lip like she can read my mind, and I glance back to Nash. After clearing my throat and my sexual thoughts I say, “I’ll see you kids later. I have work to do.”
“Dr. Lexington?”
I sigh, damn it, I was so close to escaping.
“I was wondering if I could pick your brain about being an oncologist?”
Nash beams with pride, “Mercy graduated with a degree in social work. She just started at the children’s hospital.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to pick the brain of a social worker, then?”
She smiles sweetly, “I’d love to know more about what it’s like from a doctor’s perspective. The medical aspect.”
I run a hand through my hair, “Of course. Anytime, Mercy. My office is upstairs. I’m working from home for the next few days.”
I’m sure if my son knew how badly I want to fuck his friend he wouldn’t be pushing us together. I’m trying to stay away from her, but now I’m going to be cornered into being alone with her in my office. I bet she’d look beautiful bent over my desk. My dick jumps in excitement.You settle down, it’s not fucking happening.
Picking up my coffee cup, I walk up to my office. I’m in my pajama pants, no shirt—the pleasure of working from home. Of course, when I have video chats with patients, I have to be in proper attire, but this is fine for now. Well, until the knock at my door.
Glancing up, Mercy walks through my office door, this girl does not waste time. Her lips turn up into a sweet smile. “Dr. Lexington.” I’m not sure why but when she calls me doctor, my dick instantly swells.
“Mercy, just call me Liam.”
