Waking up to Mercy’s hand on my cock sent shocks through my entire body.
Staying still, allowing her freedom to explore me, I quickly realized she was groping me in her sleep.
And for that reason, I tucked her arm underneath the covers and used the bathroom.
Pissing with a stiffy at six a.m. and not spraying the walls was a challenge.
I was shuffling back to bed when she says, “What time is it?”
“Six,” I mumble, crawling back in.
“Ew,” she scrunches up her beautiful face and flips her wild hair. “Wake me up at noon.”
And then she curled into me and sighed. Her hair was covering my chest, she had flung a leg over mine and she even tucked one hand under my back. This was Mercy’s way of keeping me close. And I loved it.
I was just dozing back off when she huffs, “Okay, I’m up.” Yeah, I knew the feeling…” Do you have coffee?”
“Kitchen.”
“Creamer?”
“No.”
“Food?”
“We’ll order in.”
“I’ll go make coffee and let you sleep.”
Somehow, I managed to doze back off for a while and when I woke it was to an apartment that smelled amazing.
Shuffling to the kitchen, I stand in the door and watch her take lessons from Chaz, our chef.
Wearing my shirt, bare feet and hair tied up, Mercy made my heart skip a beat.
“If you eat it all there will be nothing left for Mr. Fox,” Chaz was laughing. While I wasn’t around much, I was around and never once had I seen the man smile let alone laugh. Also, if he didn’t work for me, I’d take issue with him standing so close to her. But he was married and valued his job and so instead of growling at him, I watched the two of them make magic.
“I’m a growing girl,” she says popping something in her mouth. “Besides, he may hate eggs benedict.”
“He’s a man, he eats what you put in front of him.”
“Me too,” she snorts adorably. “What’s his favorite dish of yours?”
“Well,” Chaz pauses. “I wouldn’t know, Miss Mercy.”
“Just Mercy and I don’t buy that,” she says sincerely. “You make the best food I have ever tasted.”
“Mercy,” he says carefully. “Mr. Fox doesn’t have a favorite dish because he’s never tasted my food.”
He’d be right. I hadn’t been around enough to taste his dishes and judging by the smell, a serious error in judgement. Between Mercy’s naked body being covered by my oversized shirt and Chaz’s cooking, I was on sensory overload. I wasn’t sure what I wanted more. To be inside of Mercy or eat breakfast, I was that conflicted.
“Well,” she says putting her hands on her tiny hips. “He’s going to have to try all of it!”
“Come again?”
“You’ve seen him, he’s a big guy, all muscly, hot and…never mind. Anyway, I’ll set it up, don’t you worry.”
“If you say so,” he mumbles, not believing her.
“How did you come to work here?” she asks thoughtfully. “I mean, with your talent you could work anywhere in the world.”
“Actually, no I can’t,” he says softly. “I’m an ex-con, so I’m fortunate to have a job at all.”
Most women would back away or ask what he was in for, but not Mercy, who was an ex-cop to boot. Leaning into him, she says, “We’re going to be friends, Chaz, you and me. Thanks for showing me the ropes this morning. Your wife is a lucky woman.”
Clearly caught off guard, his eyes dart and he says, “If you’re going to take credit for this, I should go before Mr. Fox wakes up.”
“I’m not taking credit for this,” she laughs. “And seriously, you don’t have to go.”
Stepping into the room, Chaz notices me first and unaware he’d even done it, places himself in front of Mercy in an act of protection. For that alone, he’d be getting a raise. “Good morning, Chaz,” I say casually.
“Good morning, Mr. Fox,” he mumbles uncomfortably.
“Good morning, Mercy.”
“Good morning, Dion,” she says poking her head out from behind his back where he had tucked her. “Chaz, he doesn’t bite. Well, he won’t bite you.”
“You both cooked for me?”
“For us,” she corrects. “You had no food so I used your phone and dialed kitchen. Next thing you know, this guy showed up with enough food for a month.”
“And she can’t cook at all, so I offered to help,” he says defensively.
“Well, it looks and smells amazing,” I praise him. “Please, sit and join us.”
“Another time, if you don’t mind,” he says eyeing the door. “I need to prep for lunch.”
“Chaz,” Mercy says giving him a hug around the middle. “You don’t have to run for it. But if you need to go, I understand.”
“Thanks,” he says finding his way out. For a few moments, she stared at the door he exited before facing me.
“So,” she says brightly. “Shall I serve you?”
“Have you eaten?”
“I snacked,” she says grabbing a plate. “What would you like? We’ve got –”
I had her off her feet and in my lap before she finished her sentence. “I didn’t get my good morning kiss.”
“And you want that?” she asks breathlessly and this woman in her natural skin was a dream come true.
“Yeah, Mercy, I want that.” More than life itself.
“I do too,” she whispers against my lips. “But first, I feed you.”
Jumping from my lap, she piles the plate as high as it will allow before coming back to me. Putting her where she belonged, I nestled her ass perfectly and then took the food she offered me from her fork. “This is fucking delicious,” I moan in ecstasy.
Softly she asks, “Why is Chaz afraid of you?”
“Open,” I order and when her mouth seals over the prongs…” I suppose it’s because I’m not very friendly with the staff.”
“Your turn,” she says sliding breakfast into my mouth. “You should try it, because I happen to think you’re very friendly.”
“Why didn’t you ask him what he was charged with?”
“Because it doesn’t matter,” she says snagging a berry.
“You were a cop, Mercy.”
“So? Good people make mistakes too, Dion.”
“How do you know he’s a good person?”
“Just do,” she says feeding me another bite. “How do you know he’s a good person?”
“I don’t,” I admit. “Roger hired him, not me.”
“Why is your place so empty?”
“I’m never here.”
“If you’re not here, where do you go?”
That’s when I heard her phone and when she heard it, flew from my lap to answer it.
At this rate, I was never getting inside of her.
And once she hung up with the kid, she couldn’t get away from me fast enough.