***Hey who predicted that I would be back with yet another Samcedes fanfic? Yeah you were right I can't seem to get enough of these two. Anyways... I started this another a couple other stories on Tumblr and I am putting them on here for easy reading. Let me know what you think of this story. I appreciate reviews and all that jazz.

She watched as he paced back and forth, mumbling to himself, and running his hands through his dirty blonde hair. She tapped her pen lightly on her notepad, jotting down a note or two and then looking back up as he avoided her gaze. He'd been pacing for almost 15 minutes, even though she was used to this behavior with the type of profession she chose, she still found it odd that he wouldn't look her way.

Sam tried to mentally coax himself into sitting down and to at least acknowledge the woman that sat before him. Who was he kidding? He knew she was there! He couldn't avoid slipping a couple gazes her way as she tapped her pen with her perfectly manicured fingers and smiled at him waiting on him to sit down. He noticed the ring on her finger, the diamond reflecting off of her glasses that she was wearing every time she tapped her pen. Each time she would write something down he would look over at her and try to suppress the urges he was feeling.

"Mr. Evans?" she called out causing him to pause and look her way as she tapped her pen impatiently. "You have been pacing for the better half of your session…" he continued pacing again causing her to stop tapping her pen. "Look, I would love to be paid just to watch you pace but I know that's not what you came here for." She looked at him as he stopped in front of the window in her office and gazed at the view. "How about we just talk…just you and me about whatever you want to talk about?"

"Don't talk to me like I'm a child!" he said not turning to look her way. Mercedes sighed and shook her head and watched him turn and finally look her way. "I am an adult! I have a Master's degree in computer science, own my own company and the last thing I need is to have someone talking to me like I work for them." He glared at her and licked his lips before raising his brows at her. "And, I didn't come here for you to pretend as if you want to get to know me."

"You didn't come here to pace in front of me either!" she replied causing him to stare at her in shock. She sighed and raised one hand his way. "I apologize. That was not my intent, Mr. Evans, but you did come here for a reason, right?" he looked at her and began pacing again mumbling to himself. "Well, you can always just leave." She added crossing her legs. Sam watched as her legs parted in what seemed like slow motion as they lifted and sat upon the other. He closed his eyes and licked his lips as every ounce of him wanted lick every inch of her chocolate skin. She wasn't single but he didn't care. That never stopped him before. He visualized pulling them apart and digging his fingers inside of her and having her beg him to give her what she really wanted. He wanted to feel her perfectly manicured hands run through his hair as he licked up her thighs and not stop till she begged him to do so. "Mr. Evans?" she called out causing him to open his eyes and gaze down at her.

Mercedes wasn't quite sure but she thought that she heard him moan as he closed his eyes and licked his lips. She knew what he was here for and maybe she wasn't sure how extreme his condition was but looking down on what he wrote, he was very vague about it. She tried not to entice him and to allow him to calm down.

"I have a problem!" he finally said before sitting down and placing his hands on his face. She didn't flinch or making any reaction to him saying that she just sat and waited. "I can't…it just seems like…I have a problem." He struggled to say.

"Why do you think it's a problem?" she asked preparing to write down what he said. He looked at her as she pulled out a tape recorder. She noticed he stiffened and decided to leave that for another session. "We can go as slow or as fast as you want to, okay?" she asked. It was a simple question but that just started another image in his mind. He saw on top of him still dressed as professional as she was now with her crisp white button down blouse that had the top two unbuttoned. Her gray pencil skirt was pushed up to her waist exposing her lace panties that she cleverly pushed to the side as she rode him. All he heard was her saying they can go as fast or as slow as he wanted. He wanted slow! He wanted to grip on that healthy ass of hers as she rode him into heaven. "Mr. Evans, if you have a problem you have to tell me if you want me to help you! It is purely up to you or else you are wasting my time and your money here!" she stated breaking him out of his thoughts.

"You want me to talk? Huh?" he glared at her as she nodded matter of factly at him. "Alright, I'll talk! You want to know what my problem is? Women! Sex!" he stated looking at her waiting for a reaction. When she didn't move he continued. "I have fucked damn near a thousand women in my life and I am only 28 years old! Some of them I remember their names and what we did together! Others, I can't even remember their faces! I never kissed them, just fucked! Always wearing protection!" he stated. Mercedes wrote down what he said thinking deep down how she could see it being possible. He was an attractive man, standing about 6 feet and looking like a straight up surfer boy in a boy band. She wasn't shocked that women through themselves at him. "And it didn't matter what they looked like, small, big, pretty…not so pretty…"he seemed to wince and shake his head before continuing. "White, brown, dark black, yellow…hell I wouldn't throw out a green alien if she came in with a nice tight pussy!" that comment got a reaction out of her. He smiled and shook his head before running his hands through his hair. "And I am trying my hardest to suppress the urge to pull your legs apart." He thought to himself.

"You want to stop these urges?" she asked as he looked at her as if she were stupid. "You said this was a problem, why do you feel that way?"

"Because…" he sighed. "If I don't stop it…I might lose my company and my mind." He replied calmly as he thought of all the women that he had wanted to bend over in his office. "And I want to one day…" he paused looking up at her. "…one day get married and commit to one woman." He frowned when she smiled and nodded before jotting down a note.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend? Did she ever think you weren't faithful?" Mercedes asked. He looked away as if remembering something he didn't want to remember.

"I haven't had a girlfriend since high school and I was faithful to her." He looked back at her and shook his head again. "She cheated on me and ended up pregnant for a friend of mine."

"So how was sex with her?" she asked noticing the lopsided grin that flashed on his face. He was remembering something again.

"We never had sex! Hell she never even allowed me to touch her boob!" he laughed. "I was dating the captain of the cheerleading squad and she wouldn't put out, can you believe that?" he looked at her not waiting on an answer. Mercedes knew he was the cheerleader boyfriend type, she looked down on her pad of notes and wrote that down. "Well at least not to me! But of course to the quarterback Finn Hudson." He added causing Mercedes to look up in shock. It couldn't be the same Finn Hudson?

"Finn Hudson?" she asked getting up and walking over to her desk. She looked at the framed picture on her desk where she stood next to her fiancé and placed the frame face down and turned back to him.

"Yeah, the same quarterback that plays for the Bengals!" he shook his head. "We broke up after we found out that she was pregnant for him and they started dating. I'm pretty sure they are married now!" he added with disgust. Mercedes turned to him and forced a smile on her face.

"Maybe they aren't!" she added. "Well it looks like this session is over…let's schedule you for Wednesday around the same time!" she turned and wrote down her information on a card and walked over to him. "Just have my receptionist schedule you okay?" she noticed him look at his watch and frown. "This session will be considered free, since we didn't really cover much."

"Are you sure?" he asked as she guided him towards the door. "Do you think you can help me?" he asked again looking down at her. She gazed into his green eyes as they searched hers for reassurance and smiled at him.

"I will definitely help you. And I have included my number if you ever feel those urges again just call me and I will help you get away from them temporarily, okay?" she asked opening the door. He took a deep breath taking the card from her and smiled back.

"Sorry for my outburst earlier, this is just really hard for me!" he stated.

"It's fine! I deal with this all the time!" she touched his hand and saw he flinched a bit before she removed it. "It's fine, Sam!" she looked out to her receptionist. "Marley, please take care of Mr. Evans for me and cancel my 4:30."

"Sure thing, Mercedes!" Marley smiled and looked at Sam before watching Mercedes close the door. Sam looked at Marley then looked at the card and sighed.

Mercedes walked back over to her phone and dialed the number to her fiancé. When he didn't respond she left a message telling him that they needed to meet up for dinner and that she made reservations for them. She couldn't believe he never told her about having a child. She couldn't wait to hear what lie he had to tell her this time. Finn Hudson had a shit load of explaining to do and she couldn't wait to see him convince her not to cancel the wedding this time.