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your home and in your bed and she’s too fucking drunk to do a damn thing. Maybe a nice cold shower will slate this lust.
     
    Quickly removing his shirt, he tugged the strings of his sweatpants letting them fall into a pool around his feet. His erect cock sprung free. “ Looks like it’s you and Mr. Palmer again tonight bud.”
    Grabbing his cock with one hand he rubbed around the massive head gently almost apologetically. A poor substitute for the shapely Ms. Mya, he thought .
     
    Turning around he stepped into the shower and turned the cold water on allowing it to shock the passion from his mind and body. That wasn't enough to douse the passion he had for the lovely Ms. DA.
     
    Thoughts of her bare snatch plagued his mind. Fuck! This woman has me going crazy. After a few minutes he turned the hot water on letting the warm mixture sooth the previous sting.
     
    The water finally did the job of calming his mind and he decided against jerking off. Quickly showering he turned the water off. I should probably check on the intoxicated D.A.
     
    Stepping out of the marble shower he grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his muscular waist and walked toward the bathroom door. Still soaking wet, he reached for the handle swinging the door open with one swift motion.
    What he saw stopped him in his tracks. She was awake. Sitting up on the bed looking doe eyed and confused. Caution was definitely in order.
     
    “Mya, you’re awake how are you feeling”? He asked walking slowly toward the bed. When she didn't answer he stopped midway. “Mya, are you ok? Do you know where you are or who I am?” The last thing he needed was a hysterical District Attorney crying rape or something of that ilk.
     
    She was unable to speak, her throat felt dry and suddenly her mouth filled up with saliva leaving her able to answer only in gestures. Her eyes widened as she felt the knotting in her stomach, she pointed toward what she assumed was the bathroom.
     
    Sensing what was about to happen Merrick closed the gap between him and the bed, pulled the cover off and swept Mya into his arms. In his haste the towel dropped from his waist to the floor but there was no time. Mya’s face turned pale and he had to get her to the bathroom before she puked.
     
    He managed to make it to the bathroom in the nick of time. Gently placing her on the floor by the toilet he lifted the seat and position her head over the bowl as the contents of her stomach emptied into the toilet.
    Merrick sat down beside her quickly sweeping her hair back and holding it with one hand while helping to stabilize her head over the toilet with the other.
     
    He couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Here she was literally spilling her guts out into his toilet and all he could think about was how glad he was that she was at his home with him even if it was under this regrettable circumstance.
     
    Once the retching stopped, Mya could finally speak, “Merrick, where the hell am I?” Suppressing the urge to laugh he retorted, “On my bathroom floor, don't worry you are safe”.
     
    Yeah barely, your safe because you are drunk, if you weren’t drunk I would have your sweet ass in the air and we would be naked in bed fucking or fucking all over my apartment and lets not forget your smart mouth, well that would be filled with my cock. The thought went to his loins and suddenly he remembered he was naked. Oh shit! How the fuck do I explain this? Glancing around the bathroom he spotted a clean pair of boxers. Now he had to find a way to get them before she noticed his current situation. A distraction.
     
    “You got some of that on your dress and in your hair, he said pointing to the vomit. She looked down barely able to keep her eyes open. The last thing she remembered was a strong arm grabbing her.
     
    Merrick sat on the floor watching Mya, making sure she didn't keel over and hit her head on the toilet. When she began to sway he was able to catch her.
     
    Shit, Finally.