Page 77 of Mercy
“Dr. Lexington, I’m sorry but it’s booked.”
Although I know it’ll probably upset Liam, I speak up, “You don’t have any room available for Monday?”
She clears her throat, “Your father booked a penthouse. I do have regular rooms but not a penthouse for Monday.”
Liam grips the counter, “I suggest you don’t assume you know the relationship of your guests. I want the best room that you have available.”
“Of course, Dr. Lexington.”
She hands Liam the keycards and points us toward the elevator. We step inside, and I run my hand down his chest.
“Don’t be grumpy, baby, it’s fine.”
He glares at me, “I’m not grumpy.”
“Then why are you rubbing your face? Something is wrong.”
A laugh rumbles through his chest, “I just want to make you happy, baby girl. I want everything to be perfect for you.”
I take his hand as the door opens, “I don’t need a penthouse to make me happy, Liam. You make me happy we could stay in a tent, and I’d be thrilled.”
“Do not ever expect me to go camping.” He says with a scowl.
I cover my face trying to hide my laughter. Liam Lexington camping would be entertaining.
He opens the room, we walk in, and I cover my mouth in shock. “This is amazing, Liam.”
I stand in one place, glancing around the room. Right in front of me is the living room area, with a massive white sectional sofa, a glass table in front of it, and the biggest TV on the wall I think I’ve ever seen, outside of a movie theater. But what takes my breath away is the enormous ceiling to floor window spanning the entire room facing the New York City Skyline. I run to the window, and my God, I spot the Empire State Building.
I gasp, “I’ve always wanted to go there.”
“You lived in New York and never went to the Empire State Building?”
I laugh, “No. I wasn’t allowed. We used to come back to Manhattan for the summers and I snuck to the city when I was fifteen to see a play, I wanted to see badly. When my dad found out, it was explosive.”
“What play?”
“Phantom,” I smile at the memory. It was worth what I went through with my dad.
Liam comes from behind, presses against me, pushing my hair off my shoulder, and kisses my neck.
Running his hands up the sides of my thighs makes me lean my head back on his shoulder as I moan.
He growls when someone knocks at the door. I giggle as he moves to answer it, but I keep looking out at the impressive view in front of me. The door closes and he’s behind me in an instant, I can feel his breath on my neck.
“Hands on the window,” he says in a husky erotic voice.
“Liam,” I whisper.
“Now Mercy. And did you forget my fucking name?”
“Daddy.”
I place my hands on the window, and I hear his belt buckle clink together as he undoes his pants. Excitement courses through my body, my heart pounds, and my clit throbs. Whatever he does to me will be extreme pleasure.
Reaching under my skirt, he grabs the sides of my panties with his thumb and finger, then pulls them down quickly.
“My baby girl, is so fucking beautiful.”
