"Get on your knees, Mercy." He unbuckled his braided leather belt with one hand while she sucked like crazy on the other. "Get down there and give me what I'm paying for."

"Mmm-mmm." She shook her head, the refusal muffled by the fingers in her mouth.

"Yes, I think you will." His voice had a sing-song quality to it, like a nanny softly cajoling her charge into action.

Mercedes pulled his fingers from between her lips. "Are you insane? We'll get arrested. I don't know why I even agreed to meet you out here. If I'm not back at the office in..."

Simon unzipped his khakis.