I’m catching up on year-end admin stuff today but I wanted to share with you an excerpt from Five Nights of Yes, Ma’am between Callie and Theo and how they are spending New Year’s Eve together. Writing as Mercy Denton, Five Nights of Yes, Ma’am is one of two books I published this year but this book means a lot to me and I love how much readers have connected to this story.
I hope 2026 brings you amazing reads and all your heart desires.

From Chapter 15, FIVE NIGHTS OF YES, MA’AM by Mercy Denton
To see how the story started buy Five Nights of Yes, Ma’am here: https://books2read.com/u/baJ66y

My vagina still tingles from the orgasms I had while pegging Wolfie.
I’m blown away by how he dove in, fully accepting this was happening, and offered me his unfiltered trust.
But that’s this gentle, kind man.
He doesn’t play games.
His actions have shown me he means what he says… so why do I feel this fractured?
I don’t want to hurt him, and my track record with past relationships would say that there is no way this ends without heartbreak.
He’s curled up on his side, looking all adorable and sleepy, and after the performance he just gave me back there, he definitely deserves his rest.
I reach for my phone, scrolling through messages I missed. Aunt Millie sent me pics of Daphne at dinner with the kids.
My heart twists, happy for my sister.
For all these months, Daphne getting healthy and things going back to normal is all I wanted.
Then why do I feel like I’m losing my mind, now that it’s happening?
Needing to do something, I grab the cleaning supplies under the sink and march into the bathroom.
From the hall closet, I grab a toy cleaner from my stock.
My hand shakes as I detach the dildo from the harness, remembering how Theo felt beneath me.
His sexy back, flexing, as shivers rippled through his muscles, the clench of his ass, the movements pressing against my clit… I shake off the memory and concentrate on cleaning the toys.
That task finished, I gather all the debris in the bathroom, including the kids’ toys, and throw it all in a basket.
Then I spray down the shower and tub, spray down the sink and the mirror.
Under the bathroom sink, I find toilet bowl cleaner and then spray it furiously until the toilet is covered with foam.
I grab a clean sponge and start scrubbing.
It’s ridiculous, but hot tears are stinging my eyes.
There is no reason why I should be crying right now. I had the best sex of my life, like I do every time with Theo.
The fumes make my nostrils hurt.
“Callista?” Theo leans against the doorway, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his cock half hard.
“Hey.” I glance up from my scrubbing.
“I think you have covered every surface with some type of cleaner.” His lips are upturned in a wry smile.
“Wanted to be thorough.” I cough and can’t stop coughing.
Theo steps into the bathroom, holds out his hand. “I’ll finish here.”
“You don’t have to.” But I put my hand in his. He grabs it, helps me to my feet and walks me out of the room, his hand presses on my back, he guides me to the kitchen and gets me a glass of water.
I drink until the scent of the cleansers is dislodged. “Thanks.”
“Is there a reason why you’re scrubbing the heck out of the bathroom on New Year’s Eve?” His grey eyes glint with amusement.
It makes me want to kiss him.
So I step into his space, put my hand on his bare chest and kiss him and nibble his lower lip, making him groan.
“Something to do.” I mumble.
“Sorry I fell asleep on you.”
“You needed rest. That was quite a workout.” I run my fingers over the bite mark on his shoulder, watching him flinch, yet he leans into me, his breath hitching.
I press harder, feeling the tense ripples of his muscles under my touch.
“Yes, it was.” His strong hands slide down to my waist, pulling me against his chest. I let him embrace me, melting against him.
He so good, and I press my face into his warm skin, he breathes a soft groan.
“What is bothering you?” He rubs little circles on my back, easing more of my tension. I could brush him off and tell him nothing.
That’d be the easy way out.
But this boy has given me so much vulnerability and shown me so much strength, that I can’t help but give him the same in return.
Even if I don’t like the thoughts in my head.
“Guess I’m feeling on the cusp. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I want Daphne to come back and be healthy and resume her life again, but now that we’re close to that… I’m happy, really, but it feels…”
“It’s that unknown feeling?”
I glance up at his face and see no judgement, just calm acceptance. “Yes. I don’t like that feeling.”
“Because that means you’re not in control.” He brushes a thumb along my jaw with such tenderness, I want to weep.
“I’m not that great at cleaning.”
His mouth twitches. “I know that about you. I think I should go clean it up before the chemicals decide to react or something.”
“I think that’s a very good idea,” I brush my hand along his pecs, just because I want to touch him.
“Did you think this is how we’d spend New Year’s, with me cleaning your bathroom?” He grins and gives me a little butt shimmy.
“I’m a lucky woman,” I press a kiss to his lips. He kisses me back, with one of those growly noises, and then I can’t help it. I pull his head closer, slam my lips against his, deepening the kiss, tasting every inch of his mouth. His cock rises between us.
“Later,” I give him a quick little pat as he heads toward the bathroom.
“Yes, Ma’am, I can’t wait.”
I laugh, and the sadness I was feeling lifts away.
That’s one of my favourite things about Theo: the boy makes me laugh.
I change into a comfy pair of leggings and a sweater and pause by the bathroom to admire Theo’s strong arms flexing as he wipes down all the surfaces. “There, that’s done.”
“Thank you, boy. It looks great.”
A knock sounds on my door. I had almost forgotten about the food I had ordered.
“How’s it going out there?” I ask, taking the bags from Allie’s brother.
“The rain is starting to change to freezing, but the tips have been good tonight. I’m not complaining!”
I pay for the food, close the door with my foot, and take the bags to the table.
“That smells amazing.”
“Wait until you try it.”
We unpack the food, exchanging smiles with each other as we plate. “You would be with your brothers if you weren’t here?”
“Yeah, but I talked to them all earlier. Noel isn’t at Evan’s. I’m not the only brother missing.”
“Try this.” I lift chopsticks to his mouth, feeding him a bite of the spicy shrimp.
His eyes water, but the sound of pleasure he makes has me reaching out to squeeze his ass.
“That’s good.”
“We’re full of hidden gems in this small town.” We bring the food into the living room and sit down together on the floor.
I feed him again, my arm brushes against his, and a rush of desire coils deep inside me, fueled by the heat of his gaze on me.
“Do you feel like you should be there with them?” I shift slightly, ignoring the building ache between my thighs. Later.
“No. When Noel had just lost his wife, we all stayed close, but he seems to be in a better place now. Last time I spoke with Noel, I brushed off his accusation that there was anything between us. Not because I want to hide you…”
“You told Hunter about me.”
“Yes, I’m closest to Hunter. I guess I wanted Noel’s focus on helping with the legal stuff for Shel’s not on our relationship. Maybe I just wanted to keep it to myself. But I did tell my parents.”
The sly smile he gives pulls at my heart.
“Yeah?”
“Yes. They’re happy that I found a relationship. I told Jayden and Alex, they’re the senior members of my team.”
“I don’t have to worry about a work wife?” I tease, brushing my fingertips along his arm.
He blushes, shaking his head. “No. Jayden is very happy with her wife. She thinks it’s about time I had a relationship instead of—”
“What?”
Theo shrugs. “Casual dates that don’t last,” he leans his head on my shoulder, and I slide my palm on his leg.
“I think we can both leave that behind going into the New Year.”
“Oh yes, Ma’am.”
I kiss him, tasting chili on his lips. My hand taps his half-hard cock. “It’s going to be a very good year.”
We seal the words with a long, sweet kiss.
My pussy is throbbing, wanting more.
I kiss him until my lips are swollen. I pull him to his feet, leave him standing there, and then I stride over to the armchair. I toss my clothes off, sit and spread my legs.
The heat of his eyes on me makes my clit throb. I pop a leg on each armchair and drag my finger through my clit.
“This is what you do to me. Show me how much you want to be inside of me, Wolfie.”
“Yes, Ma’am!” He basically jumps across the room, kneels between my legs, his hands resting on top of my shins. He parts my labia with a cool, gentle touch.
“Hands behind your back.”
His grey eyes are smoky with desire as he meets mine. He laces his hands behind his back.
The way he obeys makes me so pleased. So turned on by his submission.
“Anything for you, Ma’am.” His voice is deep, husky, and I lift my hips off the chair in response.
He presses his nose to my seam. I can’t help but moan at the first stroke of his tongue. It’s methodical, so gentle I want to climb out of my skin.
I grab his hair. “Pick up the pace, Wolfie.”
His laughter sends vibrations hitting my clit. But he gets on with it, sucking, lapping, licking, driving me wild with every tease, every pull of his tongue.
“Boy!” My muscles tense like a bow, waiting to be set free, the pleasure hums through my body. He takes my clit in his mouth, sucks hard.
I’m damn close. I want this orgasm so much, but I press my legs against his face and with my fingers still entwined in his hair, I pull up.
The boy takes direction well, because he lets go of my clit but keeps lapping.
“More! I’m almost there!”
My legs are shaking against his face.
Oh my God, I’m so close to coming, the vibrations build up even more, tingles flare across my skin as my need grows and as he works his tongue, it feels like liquid lightning up my core.
“Theo, Theo, Theo!” I gasp out his name as the orgasm pulls me under, sizzling pleasure swimming through my veins. I’m floating in space, nothing matters except this wave that I’m riding. I lean my head back in the chair.
His hot mouth is still on my pussy, licking me with short strokes that make me tremble.
“Come here, boy.” My tone is gravelly. I guide Theo’s hard cock, loving his whimper as I put his dick exactly where I want it, right in my pussy.
The chair shifts below us.
“I think it’ll hold us.”
“I don’t know.” Theo brushes his warm lips against my cheek.
“Do you doubt me?” His eyes widen at my change of tone, but I have a relentless desire for what’s between us to be real. I want all the evidence I can soak in to squash the doubts in my head once and for all.
“I would never doubt you, Callista.” He rubs his lips against my cheek. I believe him with my whole heart.
I want this man so much that it hurts. I want to take care of him and treasure him and eat food with him on my living room floor every day.
“Good.”
“The structural integrity of this chair from the seventies, however,” Theo snuggles against my neck, setting off a new wave of heat that arrows to my pussy.
I laugh. “It’s probably from the fifties, actually.”
“I think we’re good though.”
“Oh boy, we are very good,” I purr against his ear. I slide my hands down his waist, drawing him tight against me, feeling the heat of him as I line him up.
When he’s hit the right spot, I rise, slowly at first, and lower myself with deliberate control on his iron cock.
His groan is all guttural, making me want more.
“You stay right there and let me do the work. I’m taking what I want.”
And I do, pushing myself up and down, claiming control.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he grits out through clenched teeth.
The ache is delicious as I rise on his cock again, the sensation almost unbearable.
The stretch burns as I slam down again and fuck, I don’t want this to end.
I love teasing him. I love rubbing my pussy against his cock. I love how tense he is, as if he’s holding his breath, not wanting to disappoint me.
His brows furrow, his muscles strain with the effort it is taking for him not to move, and that’s pleasing me, coating my veins with approval.
I grind myself on his throbbing cock, and this is exactly how I want it.
“Your cock feels amazing. I love watching how the tip of your cock disappears into my pussy.”
He lets out a low moan. His eyes are hazy, and I laugh and kiss him.
As my lips meet his, he responds instantly, all that pent-up passion erupting as his lips crash into mine, fierce and unrelenting. I rock forward, digging into his shoulders, and slam myself down on his cock/
“Oh, fuck, Ma’am!” He closes his eyes, and I thrust my hips forward.
“Take me, Theo. Show me how much you want me.”
His eyes open, and they gaze at me with such love and need and want, I lose my breath. His cock moves in me, slow at first as he thrusts deep, then he lifts me up, shifts me forward, and he’s pumping into me, so powerfully I feel stretched to my limit.
It’s exactly what I want. I snake my hand to his neck, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat beneath my fingers as I give it a firm squeeze.
He might be fucking me, but every inch of him inside me is at my command, every movement controlled by my touch.
Our moans collide, hot and breathy, filling the air as we rock together. The chair creaks under us. Every thrust of his cock makes me burn for him, sending my pleasure soaring.
“Deeper, Wolfie! Harder!”
He grunts, thrusting deeper, sweat slick on his chest.
I’m going to explode. “Now Theo! Come in me right now!”
He pants against my ear, thrusts once more, so hard the chair vibrates under us. “Callista! You’re beautiful!”
His eyes close tightly, his body tensing as he lets out his release. I clench around his softening cock, feeling him jerk beneath me, a whimper escaping his lips.
“Good boy, Wolfie.” I kiss chin, his ear, under his eyes, his jawline. He drops his head to my chest, sighing like a contented wolf.
The chair squeaks at that moment.
Theo untangles himself, lifts me up just in time, because the back leg of the chair breaks off.
“It almost held,” Theo grins.
“It was so worth it,” I laugh, and catching sight of the time, I sling an arm around him. “We’re just in time for the countdown.”
Theo grabs his phone from the corner of the coffee table and finds the ball drop feed.
“Here we go.” He nuzzles against me, placing his chin in the crook of my clavicle.
“Five.” My voice breaks on the word.
“Four.” He holds my hand.
“Three.” We say together.
“Two,” Theo whispers.
“One!” I lift his chin to mine, kiss him.
He drops his phone, wraps his arms around me and we sway together, our lips fused.
My cheek is wet with tears when I break off the kiss, but I wipe them away with the back of my hand. Theo glances away, pretending he doesn’t notice.
I start to gather the plates, and Theo chips in and silently we clean the space. After the dishes are in the sink, I press the palm of my hand to his ass and push him towards the bedroom.
“Let’s start the New Year how I intend to spend it… with you in my bed.”
Theo shimmies his hips, making me laugh, and we tumble onto the bed.
“Happy New Year, Callista,” Theo says.
“Happy New Year, boy.”
I don’t know what this year is going to bring, but I know I don’t want it to be without him.

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