Page 8 of Mercy
Her cheeks get pink, and I have to adjust myself slightly behind my desk. Damn, she’s so alluring. Her dark hair hangs to her waist, her bikini shows off her curves, curves that I want to run my fingers down. She stares at me with intense hazel eyes as she bites her lip. Fuck me.
“Liam, thank you for taking time out of your day for me.”
Rising from my chair, I stalk towards her like a madman. My fingers grip the top of her bikini, and she stares at me in surprise. I rip her top from her body, and she gasps. Cupping her beautiful breasts, I go right to them, feasting on them. Never taking my mouth off her perfect pink bud, I bite down, running my hands up her legs, I untie her bottoms. She moans, “Yes, please fuck me.” I yank my pants down, freeing my cock, thrusting into her. With my hand on her throat and holding her against the wall, I continue fucking her hard while she whimpers my name.
“Liam?”
Snatched from my daydream, I clear my throat, “Sorry, my mind was somewhere else. Have a seat, Mercy.”
She sits on my couch and crosses her legs, making me drool. The way her thigh is stretched over her other leg, I am dying to spread her legs and touch her bottoms. Are they wet? Fuck, I’d like to find out.
“Is it difficult to work with sick children day in and day out?”
“Of course, it is,” that was a stupid question. And I know this girl is smarter than this.
She nods as she fidgets with her knotted hands.
I rise out of my chair and walk around my desk, leaning against it, I stand in front of her. As I watch her, I force my mind to stay pure while gripping my desk on either side of me to stay grounded.
“How do you deal with it?”
“I just do. I’m there to take care of them compassionately.”
Darting her tongue out, she licks and then bites her bottom lip.
Her hands move to the strings on her bikini. She rubs a finger along the stitching, driving me insane.
“Mercy. What’s this about? Why are you in my office?”
She swallows hard and rises off the couch and moves over to me, placing a hand over the skin covering my heart.
“I think we both know why I’m here.” Her fingertips trail down my bare chest. She draws circles around my nipple, my racing pulse and ragged breathing give me away. I know she’s aware of how she affects me. Fuck.
“You’re the poison infecting every cell in my body. But you’re also the antidote. My body aches for yours, Dr. Lexington.” She whispers.
Stepping closer, her body is pressed against mine, she places her hands around my neck, stands on her tiptoes, and pulls me down, putting her lips against my throat. Dashing her tongue out, she slides it downward. And I swear to God, I’m about to fucking lose all control. Her tongue is warm, wet, and everything I want on every inch of my body. I never want it to end, I want more, so much more. My dick aches for her mouth with an indescribable need. Then I remember why I can’t do this. Nash. Fuck. I can’t let this continue.
“Mercy, stop.”
She gazes at me with dark eyes, “Liam, I know you want me as much as I want you.”
“No. It’s not happening, not now, not ever,” she presses against my hungry cock.
“Why?”
“You are twenty-three years old; I am forty and you are my son’s best friend.”
“He doesn’t need to know. And I’m old enough to make you feel good,” she said. “Let me make you feel good,” she whispers.Fuck, baby girl, I want that so much, but I can’t. Please stop torturing me.
Her fingers wrap tightly around my cock as she strokes me through my pants. My control is hanging on by a fine thread. I’m dangerously close to snapping the proverbial thread.
I grab her wrists, “No, Mercy. No.”
Backing away, she looks defeated.
“I can’t,” I say regretfully.
I’m about two seconds away from doing something I really shouldn’t do. So, I walk back behind my desk and sit down. “You should go. I have work to do. Close the door on your way out,” this is what I have to do. I must shut this down. This can’t happen between us. There’s too much as stake. Fuck. I bet her pussy would feel so good on my cock.
