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  HAVE MERCY

  by

  CAITLYN WILLOWS

  Amber Quill Press, LLC

  http://www.amberquill.com

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  Have Mercy

  An Amber Quill Press Book

  This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictitiously.

  Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

  Amber Quill Press, LLC

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  No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.

  Copyright © 2014 by Caitlyn Willows

  ISBN 978-1-61124-595-0

  Cover Art © 2014 Trace Edward Zaber

  Published in the United States of America

  Also by Caitlyn Willows

  All Four One

  Bend Me, Shape Me

  The Boys Are Back

  A Corner Of My Soul

  Forbidden Fruit

  Graduation Day

  The Heartbreakers Series (Books I-IV)

  Hired Hand

  Hotel California

  Midnight Rendezvous

  One To Grow On

  One Touch

  Our One True Love

  Playtime

  Secrets We Keep

  Showtime

  Tainted Love

  Teamwork

  Thief Of Hearts

  To Die For

  Treasure Hunters

  Undercover Lover

  White Lies

  Chapter 1

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  Ike Campbell winced with every sour note that came out of Dottie Sullivan's mouth. The DJ should have stuck with playing music and letting people dance under the strobe of colored lights twirling overhead. Karaoke was never a good idea when people were sober. Offering it after a couple of drinks was excruciating. And at a party that was supposed to commemorate the merger of Sullivan Advertising and Byers Promotional Support...

  Ike shook his head, and not for the first time. The joining of ad giants Sullivan and Byers was a big deal, but it seemed a little over the top to have the event happen on Valentine's Day. It wasn't a marriage. It was a business venture. Still, everyone had been on edge waiting for the final papers to go through. The party was the bosses' way of letting the employees blow off a little steam, have fun, and bond--Sullivan Advertising in Los Angeles, Byers Promotional Support in New York City. The problem was most of them were overcompensating while they waited for the stroke of midnight on the east coast when the merger became final. Nerves, he supposed.

  But despite that, everyone seemed to be having a good time. Awful as the singing was, Ike had to admire those brave enough to risk humiliation and get up there. He sure as hell understood the need to cut loose.

  Since he'd transferred to the Los Angeles office six months before, he'd been one hundred percent focused on work. There were still boxes around his house that needed to be unpacked. The stress was starting to show. Not so much outwardly--he really didn't like taking his frustration out on others--but he felt it crawling inside.

  He'd been missing New York a lot lately. The visit to the family at Christmas had been just that, a visit. He hadn't had any time to slip away to his favorite club and indulge his needs. He sure as hell hadn't had any time to research any clubs locally. The offer he couldn't refuse to transfer to Sullivan had started to feel like a prison sentence. No one was more relieved than Ike that the merger was finally complete. Come this weekend...

  That made him smile. That's exactly what he'd planned to do--come until his balls collapsed. All he needed was a place...and a partner...or partners.

  Ike's body tightened at the thought of having one particular little lady over his lap, her sweet ass bared. Mercedes Suazo had mesmerized him from the second he'd laid eyes on her. There was an aura about her that hinted of something more. At least, that's what Ike's testosterone-laden mind wanted to believe.

  He craned his neck for a look around the crowded room. She was here somewhere, looking so hot every cock in the place probably lifted its head in appreciation. He knew his had. Then she'd disappeared into a group of women on the far side of the room, and he'd been dragged off to sit with the people from his section. The hell with the weekend. As soon as everyone toasted the merger, he was going to find her and explore that smoldering heat he was certain he'd seen in her deep brown eyes.

  "God, that's painful."

  Eddie Kohler's voice was loud enough to carry over the music. Obviously, he'd had too much to drink. Under normal circumstances, his nose was shoved so far up the boss's ass that he couldn't breathe without smelling shit. Eddie would be kicking himself up one side and down the other when he realized he'd just insulted the boss's wife... and everyone, including the boss, had heard him.

  "She's having fun. Who cares?" Ike shot the man a glare. Drunk as Eddie was, Ike was sure it went over his head. "If you think you can do any better, you go up there."

  Eddie snorted with laughter. "I'm not gonna go up there and make a fool of myself."

  "I can see your point." Ike smirked. "Why waste the energy when you can sit here and do the same thing?"

  Eddie smacked down his beer bottle. "You're an ass."

  Nevertheless, he shoved to his feet and staggered through the tables toward the stage. In less time than it took Ike to issue his challenge, Eddie had the microphone in his hand.

  "If you thought that was off-key, wait until you hear this. I guarantee I'd win any worst singer contest." He snapped his finger at the DJ, and the music started--Shania Twain's "Man! I Feel Like A Woman!" Any ill will Eddie's previous comment had created dissipated in the explosion of laughter that followed.

  "Now that's painful." Mercedes Suazo's voice sank into Ike's veins like warm honey.

  Goose bumps rained over his neck and trickled down his body when her breath touched his ear. He'd just been fantasizing about having her spread naked before him, and here she was. It was all Ike could do to not grab her and hoist her over his lap. He swore the look in her eyes begged him to do just that.

  The Hispanic goddess slipped into the seat Eddie had vacated. The heat from her body radiated to him, scoring a path straight to the hard-on that raged every time he was near her, saw her, or thought about her. And he thought about her a lot.

  She was the fantasy he beat off to in the shower--her bare ass over his lap red from spanking, her standing over his bound body whip in hand. He couldn't count the number of times he'd come thinking of her. Staring at her now, at her big brown eyes, those full lips that begged to be kissed, that silky fall of dark brown hair...

  He needed to come now. His cock throbbed for freedom. This was pain--this unrelenting ache of wanting her.

  Using the edge of the tablecloth as cover, Ike readjusted his erection, fighting the urge to stroke it. Better yet...grab her hand and have her stroke it. He'd love to straddle her torso, grab her head, and watch her luscious lips slide over his dick. She'd carve half moons into his ass with those long, ruby red nails of hers, forcing him in place for her pleasure...and his.

  The image lanced another flame through his groin, like a tiny whiplash around his balls. He could almost feel those nails raking his sac, clawing at his back while he fucked her tight, wet pussy. A woman like Mercedes would give as good as she got. He could easily see her taking control, shoving him to his back, and riding him until he was dehydrated and begging for more. No part of him
would be off-limits. No act forbidden. Oh, the things they could do to each other.

  "Are you enjoying yourself?" Ike cursed himself for asking the too-safe question when he wanted to say, "Come here and let me fuck you." He wanted to haul her close and smother her lips with one kiss after another, to drag her out onto that minuscule dance floor and grind his pelvis into hers.

  "As office parties go..." She shrugged.

  Ike's gaze tracked the thin spaghetti strap as it slipped down her smooth, light brown shoulder. Her skin was perfect--a tone blessed by genetics that no tanning booth or airbrushing could ever reproduce. The envy of sun worshippers worldwide. He'd bet it tasted as good as it looked. He caught himself licking his lips as she eased the strap back into place in seemingly slow motion.

  She did that on purpose. The thought lit another fuse deep in his gut.

  Mercedes leaned closer, giving him a great view of her cleavage. He itched to scoop her breasts out, to pinch her nipples until she was writhing and moaning beneath him.

  "Honestly, I'm bored out of my mind." She traced a long nail over his arm, slowly zigzagging it up and down.

  Ike could feel her nail through the stifling suit jacket. Funny, women could wear next to nothing, but men were stuck with suits and ties.

  "If this hadn't been more or less required attendance, I might not have come," she said, continuing that lazy dance over his arm.

  Ike's eyes glazed over. His cock was already dripping at the hope she'd do the same down there.

  "And...um...what would you have been doing if you weren't here?" The words sounded muffled against the lust roaring in his ears. He hoped she wouldn't reply that she'd be celebrating Valentine's Day with her boyfriend. But if that were the case, why flirt with him? God, he wanted her something fierce.

  Mercedes smiled, looking up at him from under impossibly long, dark lashes. "I'd be at home, curled up with a bowl of popcorn, watching TV. I'd have on my comfortable flannel pajamas and warm socks, instead of freezing my assets off at a party where other advertising people are trying to prove they aren't boring...and failing."

  Ike never realized flannel pajamas and socks could sound so sexy. He could see her now, hair falling around her shoulders, body bare under the pajamas. Sexy kitten in an innocent package, nipples thrust out. She'd crawl over his lap when he sat beside her, then lift her ass in anticipation. Ike wouldn't refuse. He'd peel those bottoms down, dip his fingers into the well of her sopping pussy, and then give her a spanking that would have her groaning with one orgasm after the other.

  "Your assets look damn fine to me." He leaned closer, sliding his hand up her thigh.

  Mercedes parted her legs, inviting him to wander farther. Ike hoped for thigh-high hose. He found pantyhose instead. His thwarted exploration brought a triumphant smirk to her lips, as if she dared him to rip out the crotch. He wanted to. God, how he wanted to.

  "Thank you." She crossed her legs, trapping his hand between her thighs. "I didn't think you'd noticed."

  "How could anyone not notice you?" He slid his hand free and down to her calf. A barely perceptible sigh lifted her chest when he pulled her leg onto his lap and slipped her shoe off. Ike swore he heard a tiny moan above the music. Maybe that was wishful thinking.

  "Are you going to drape me with praises now?" She pressed her lips together.

  "What need is there to state the obvious?" He kneaded her foot slowly, feeling the tension melt beneath his touch. He longed to wedge her sole against his crotch and rub his balls and cock against it until he came all over her toes.

  Mercedes swallowed. Her breath increased in pace with his. "Perhaps a girl likes to know she's still got it."

  He cupped her leg again, kneading her calf as he had her foot. "A girl might, but not a woman like you. You know you've still got it." And I want it.

  "Very perceptive." The sly look in her eyes was back. She pulled her leg from his lap and eased the other into its place.

  Ike grinned. "I do notice more than business put before me."

  "So...do...I." She flexed her toes into his caress. "I noticed you haven't been drinking tonight."

  "Driving." Her big toe popped, indicating he'd relieved a kink, and she sighed.

  "Me, too. Well... perhaps one drink when I got here. Mmm... you make me want to stretch like a sun-warmed pussy... cat."

  His hand froze as Ike tried to rein in what little control he had. She was going to bring him to his knees, burrowing his head between her thighs for a taste of her pussy, and have him kneeling in a puddle of his own cum.

  Mercedes slid her leg off his lap, slowly, tracing her toe across his thigh, over his knee, down his leg, around to his calf before easing into the perch of her high heel-- heels that stretched her calves and made a man ache to have them locked around his waist, nailing their points in his ass.

  "I noticed you also haven't danced." She rested her chin on her palm, big brown eyes studying his mouth. Her lips were parted, as if begging for his tongue to slip inside.

  Hard to dance with a raging hard-on in one's pants.

  "No partner." He dropped his hand to her elbow and curled his fingers around it.

  "I'll be your partner. Do you like it fast...or slow?"

  Ike laughed. "I should've seen that coming."

  Her eyes lit up. "Oh? You like to watch?"

  She was killing him, in more ways than one. Laughing, Ike cupped her arms and pulled her to her feet as the DJ finally cut off the karaoke and turned the music on. "You are a naughty one."

  "Takes one to know one." She laced her fingers through his. "I definitely need to be taken in hand. Dance with me?"

  "Our pleasure." He hoped she got his meaning. When her gaze dropped to his crotch and she smiled, Ike knew she'd realized he was referring to himself and the "friend" in his pants. He loved a woman who "got it," and this one not only understood his dry humor, she played back.

  The light dimmed for a slow song, and in the shadow, he saw a hint of a dimple in her cheek. Her short dress skimmed over her full curves, loving her figure the way Ike longed to do. The material sparkled like fireworks in colors of red, gold, blue, and green that shimmered with every move she made.

  Mercedes pulled him into the center of the crowd now packing the small dance floor and turned into his arms. He wrapped around her, pulling her as close as the law allowed...and then some. He wedged his thigh between hers. She settled onto it with another knee-buckling sigh and glided slowly back-and-forth with him.

  Her heat poured onto him. Ike swore he felt her dampness seep through his pant leg. She ground her hip against his erection. Torn between stopping her and urging her to continue, he tightened his fingers around her waist.

  Fingers clutched his biceps. She kept pressing her lips together, licking them. Each hard breath pushed her breasts into his chest, and Ike thought he'd go crazy if he couldn't feel her nipples burrowed against his flesh soon. Her thighs clenched his. He pushed between them and saw her eyes close a second before she nestled her head on the pillow of his chest.

  Reaching down, he cupped her sweet ass and hauled her higher. She tensed. An orgasmic shudder rippled through her, then she relaxed once more. Moisture soaked his pant leg. The dark material should help camouflage it. If not, Ike didn't give a damn. He was with the hot woman of his dreams.

  A woman's squeal yanked their heads up, but they didn't pull apart. Ike never wanted to let her go. He kept her close as she found her footing.

  "Hurry, hurry." Dottie wobbled through the crowd with a tray of plastic champagne flutes overflowing with golden bubbly. "It's almost time. It's almost time."

  Ike glanced at his watch--nine. They'd all toast the merger and then the party would start to break up. The sooner, the better. Reluctantly, he accepted two glasses from Dottie and handed one to Mercedes.

  "Mercedes."

  "Thank you." Her fingers wrapped around his before she eased the glass away. "My friends call me Mercy," she said with a smile.

  "I'd like
to be your friend." He kept one arm locked around her waist, her body tight and hot against his pulsing erection.

  She ran her fingers between the buttons on his white Oxford shirt. "I'd like for you to be more than a friend."

  So would he. "Does that mean I still get to come to your house for a sleepover and a playdate?"

  She rubbed against him. "You can come wherever you wish, but are you man enough? I play hard."

  Damn, how lucky could a man get? "The harder, the better as far as I'm concerned." He pushed back.

  "My feeling exactly."

  "Do you prefer to give or to receive?"

  She stretched on tiptoes until her mouth was a whisper's breadth from his. "Either...both."

  Damn lucky.

  "Ten...nine...eight..."

  Ike shut out the shouts and covered her lips in a mind-numbing, body-tingling kiss that branded his soul for life.

  Have mercy.

  That was exactly what he planned to do.

  Chapter 2

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  Bells and whistles went off in Mercy's mind as Ike's tongue slipped through her parted lips. Her mind shut down with her moan. Hooking her hands over his shoulders, she hoisted herself higher, wanting to wrap her legs around his waist and feel his cock plunge deep into her sopping pussy.

  Her crotch still pulsed from the sinfully delicious orgasm she'd just had. Her labia were engorged with blood, waiting for more, more, more. She couldn't believe she'd done it--humped his thigh in public until she came. She couldn't believe she'd actually fired up the courage to approach him. Shocking what one butterscotch martini could do for one's bravado. She couldn't believe he kissed like a dream and made the world sing around her.

  Ike slowly peeled his mouth from hers. Mercy's cheeks heated when she realized it wasn't the kiss that had created the cacophony, but party whistles and the obligatory "For He's A Jolly Good Fellow" being sung at the top of everyone's lungs. She was really far gone for this guy, if she hadn't realized that already.