Chapter Seventeen

Mac woke up to an empty bed and felt discombobulated for a moment. Then, he grabbed his phone and saw that it was only 5:30 a.m.

“Grace?”

When no reply came, he got out of bed and wandered into the living room. There she was with a cup of tea in her hands while staring intently at her laptop.

“Babe? What are you doing up so early?” he asked.

“Oh, sorry. I hope I didn’t wake you. I’m just rearranging the slides for this morning’s presentation. I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep, so I started looking over the order and made some changes. I think you’ll like what I’ve done,” Grace said, sipping her tea.

There was something inherently sexy about the way she was sitting there, wearing nothing but his shirt. Her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head as she concentrated on their business presentation.

Grace looked up at Mac and caught him staring at her.

“What?”

“Come back to bed, Gracie. We have at least another hour before we have to get up. If you’re not able to sleep, well, perhaps we can find something else to do in that comfy bed.”

She shot Mac a sly grin. “Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse?”

She did a quick save-as to the new order of slides and closed her laptop. Then she followed her husband into the bedroom and spread her legs for him.

“You look so fuckin’ hot in my shirt and nothing else.” He kissed his way up her inner thighs and took what he wanted. The erotic assault of his tongue had her writhing, panting, and begging.

“Oh my God, Mac! Whatever you are doing with that tongue, don’t fuckin’ stop! God, you make me feel so good! Yes, yes, yes!”

He had her cumming almost instantly. But instead of easing off, he was relentless, forcing a wave of orgasms that left her breathless.

He could see she was sated, but he wanted more. “Come shower with me, Gracie.”

She laughed, barely able to focus, let alone move. “I’ll need a little help here, pal. You’ve left me a little wobbly.”

He grinned and scooped her off the bed. “Wrap those luscious legs around me and hold on tight.”

He wasted no time guiding his stiff shaft into her soft, wet walls as she clamped down on him like a hungry little minx and smiled wickedly at him. There was an intoxicating mix of lust and mischief in her eyes as he thrust deeply inside her.

“Take all of me, Grace,” Mac demanded. The more he moved inside her, the greater his need became.

Suddenly, her face was flush with desire, and her eyes fluttered while she threw her head back and cried out, “Oh, fuckkkk! Yes! God, yes! More! Fuck me harder!”

He was happy to indulge her need as it matched his own. He gave her what she begged for, pounding into her, both of them panting and moaning until they exploded together.

“Oh, fuck! Yesssss!” Mac cried out as he filled her with his seed.

They slid to the ground, letting the water rain down on them as he kissed her once more. Then he broke off the kiss and gazed into her blue eyes. “May I lather you up, Mrs. Stewart?”

Grace giggled. “Only if you let me return the favor, Mr. Stewart.”

After their shower, Mac watched his wife transform from a sultry seductress to a sophisticated executive and smiled. That she could transition between the two so easily was just one of the many things he loved about her.

She’d chosen a knee-length pencil skirt that was somewhere between fern and forest green, a matching, tapered jacket, and a cream-colored silk scoop neck blouse. Her hair fell in loose curls over her shoulders, bouncing just a little when she crossed the room in her cream and green pumps.

His choice of suits this morning, charcoal gray matched with a pale-yellow shirt and gray tie, made him look like a man who could close the deal but make your mouth water while he did it. She wondered if he realized how much she wanted him.

“You should run the presentation this morning,” Mac blurted out.

Grace tilted her head at Mac and said, “Well, first we have our meeting with Callum and then the presentation after that, but sure, whatever you want.”

Grace had arranged for breakfast to be served in their suite. She wanted to convey that Mac’s style was formidable yet approachable. So, she’d requested orange and yellow gladiolus in clear vases and had a variety of teas available rather than coffee.

Callum MacAdams arrived a few minutes early, but Grace had anticipated that possibility and was more than ready.

“Welcome!” she greeted him cheerily. “It’s nice to meet you in person finally. Unfortunately, Mac had to take a call, but he shouldn’t be too long."

Callum nodded. “Thank you for hosting this breakfast meeting in your suite. I’ve always wanted to get a good look up here; I’ve heard the view is fabulous.”

Grace was embarrassed to admit to herself that she found his Scottish accent rather sexy. Then again, he wasn’t hard to look at either with his rugged physique and his reddish-brown hair. She immediately felt guilty for noticing. Then she silently reminded herself that she was married, not dead. She was sure Mac had moments when he noticed a pretty female, didn’t he? She shook it off as normal.

“We probably have a few minutes if you’d like to have some tea on the terrace. I have English breakfast tea already steeped, but I can offer you Earl Gray, Oolong, or Jasmine if you prefer.”

“English Breakfast would be lovely, thank you,” he replied. “Fun fact about English breakfast tea, legend has it that it was invented here in Edinburgh by a Scottish tea master. However, Queen Victoria, who was fond of all things Scottish, popularized the blend in England where it became known as English breakfast tea.”

“Well, that is a fun fact!” Grace said as she poured them each a cup and placed a saucer of sliced lemons on the table between them.

Callum eyed Grace curiously, wondering how she knew that he took no sugar or sweetener. She’d obviously done her homework on him, leaving him at a bit of a disadvantage. For, while he’d spent the past few months learning everything he could about McKinley Stewart, he knew next to nothing about Grace.

“I was right. The view here is one of a kind. When McKinley contacted me last year, he failed to mention that he had such an exquisite assistant,” Callum said flirtatiously.

“Grace isn’t my assistant,” Mac interjected as he stepped out onto the terrace. “She started working for me earlier this year as my Acquisitions Liaison. Once it became painfully clear that I’d greatly underestimated her skill set, I promoted her to Chief Operating Officer. Then I married her.”

Mac grinned and extended a hand to Callum, who stood and shook the hand firmly.

“McKinley, it’s nice to meet you in person.”

“Likewise, Callum,” Mac answered as he took the cup of tea that Grace had poured for him.

“May I be so bold as to ask what skill set got her promoted to wife?” Callum chuckled.

Mac frowned, but Grace couldn’t help but laugh. “Fair question. Mac realized that he simply couldn’t get enough of me during working hours.”

Callum nodded. “You’ll understand if I seem a little cautious about doing business with a man who makes decisions on a whim where a woman is concerned.”

It was Grace’s turn to frown. “What if I were a man? Would you feel the same way if I were Mac’s new husband instead of his new wife?”

The look on Callum’s face caused Mac to smirk.

Without waiting for his answer, Grace suggested they return inside for breakfast as the clouds started to look threatening.

The server had everything set up inside as Grace had directed. Once they were seated, Grace looked at Mac, who nodded at her to begin.

“It was hardly a whim, by the way. Some relationships are just meant to be. As far as my abilities, I think you’ll find that I am well qualified for this position. But if you’d like to see my vitae, I’d be happy to forward it to you,” she said. Her smile was friendly, but her tone was cool.

Callum realized he’d offended her. “My apologies. I’ve just come out of a failed relationship, and it’s left me a bit jaded, I suppose.”

Grace nodded. “Apology accepted. I can assure you that my involvement with Stewart Enterprises is not a flash in the pan. However, even if things go south for me and I end up in a little house in Queens, your company will be in good hands with McKinley.”

Mac had to stifle a laugh at the way Callum fell all over himself for the next few minutes trying to apologize to Grace. It was amusing to see another man have absolutely no clue how to handle his formidable redhead.

Eventually, things smoothed over, and Mac proceeded to explain his offer to purchase MacAdams, LLC.

“So, I can sell you my company and stay in charge?”

“Technically, yes,” Grace explained. “You’d be running the Edinburgh office of Stewart Enterprises. I will work with you to make sure that your policies align with our parent company and help make the transition as easy as possible.”

“And my staff?”

“Your staff will all retain their jobs unless you feel anyone is not a good fit. Then this transition would be a good time to weed out anyone you feel doesn’t contribute at the level that we’d expect.”

“And how will I know what you expect?”

“That’s the purpose of the transition meetings. One of us will conduct the presentations while the other will observe and interact with your employees. After today’s full group meeting, we will meet with half of your staff at a time for two days each. Feel free to divide them as you see fit.”

“We will give you our impressions, but ultimately you’ll have the final say in any staff changes,” Mac added. “Unless there is a glaring issue with anyone.”

Callum extended his hand. “Draw up the paperwork. I will have my lawyer look it over, but I see this as a win for both of us.”

Mac shook Callum’s hand and the informal agreement was made.

Chapter Eighteen

When the meeting had concluded, Grace ushered Callum out and said they would see him later. She checked the time and was surprised to see that, while Callum had many questions, there was plenty of time until the afternoon session.

“That took less time than I allotted. Would you like to see the changes I made to the presentation?” Grace asked.

“I’d rather see what’s under that skirt, Mrs. Stewart,” Mac said, half-teasing.

Grace tilted her head. “You’re a wicked man, Mr. Stewart.”

“Maybe. But I’m sort of on my honeymoon. So, you’ll forgive my horniness and let me take what’s mine.”

Grace realized that Mac was quite serious. But who was she to argue? She was wet and ready.

“I’m not sure what’s gotten into you, but I’m not complaining.”

“Good,” Mac said, grinning. “Because I’m about to get into you.”

He unzipped his trousers, slid Grace’s skirt up and moved her panties aside, and entered his wife in one firm thrust.

“As your husband, it’s my right and my duty to make love to you as often as possible,” he said as he bent her over the couch to get deeper inside her. Her moans were such a turn-on! Mac grabbed her hips and hammered into her like a dog fucking a bitch in heat. She met every thrust eagerly, panting and moaning, until she cried out again, and again, as he brought her over the edge a handful of times before losing himself, and his seed, deep inside her.

He pulled out and brought her back up to a standing position. He nibbled her ear and whispered hoarsely, “Stand still, darling. I want to see my cum run out of your pussy and down your leg.”

It felt dirty and decadent as his semen trickled out of her and slid down her inner thigh. He nuzzled her neck seductively. “Why does part of me want to insist you let it dry like that and conduct our presentation that way?”

“Because we’re newlyweds and, as such, are entitled to want to fuck like rabbits and be naughty. But I have a feeling we’d be better off not giving Callum any ideas. He exudes a sexuality that probably shouldn’t be encouraged.”

“Oh? Did he turn you on, Grace? Is that why you were so wet and easy to slide into?”

Grace pulled away, annoyed. “That’s not funny!” She stormed off into the bathroom and slammed the door.

“Grace! Come on. I was teasing you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to piss you off.” Mac frowned. Why was she so touchy?

He figured it was best to let her have some space, so he sat down and opened Grace’s laptop so he could view the changes she had made to the slideshow.

Christ, she was a genius! Her revisions were perfect! She was absolutely right about the changes.

He was so impressed that he almost missed seeing her most recent Internet search. Mac clicked on her last entry and was baffled. Feeling awkward, he closed her laptop and waited for her to come out.

When Grace came into the living area, she was quiet.

“Hey, I’m sorry for whatever I said that pissed you off. I really was just teasing you,” Mac said, noticing she had cleaned up.

“I’m sorry I overreacted,” she said.

“Grace, are we okay?”

“Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t we be?”

If he asked about the search, she’d be pissed that he snooped on her computer. So, he remained vague.

“I don’t know. You just seem like you’re still mad.”

Grace looked at the clock and said, “We are running low on time. Can we talk about this later? I think it would be a good idea for us to go to the meeting room to make sure everything is ready for this afternoon.”

“Sure,” Mac said. “Whatever you like.”

The afternoon presentation went smoothly, thanks to Grace’s revisions. Most of Callum’s staff seemed excited about their two-day transition workshops. If Grace was a bit aloof to Callum, he didn’t notice. He was too busy being interested in Mac.

There was a cocktail hour planned in The Register Club on the hotel's fourth floor after the presentation. Grace ditched the jacket to make her outfit more casual to appear more approachable. She made a point of spending time answering questions and mingling with Callum’s employees. Mac watched her while he was getting a fresh drink at the bar when Callum joined him.

“I can see why you fell for her,” Callum said casually, ordering himself a drink as well. “Intelligence is fucking sexy.”

Mac raised an eyebrow but let the comment pass as a compliment. “Every time she changes something or suggests a new way to do things, I find myself wondering how I managed to survive in the business world without her.”

Mac looked up at Callum’s face, expecting that he was still gazing at Grace. But, instead, they locked eyes, and Callum allowed his hand to rest on Mac’s on the bar. “She’s not the only one who’s spectacular. You’re certainly easy on the eyes,” Callum said.

Realization came slowly to Mac, but when it did, he suddenly understood what Grace meant by Callum exuding sexuality.

Mac was unsure of how to respond. He didn’t want to come across as homophobic, but he also didn’t wish for Callum to think he was interested. Besides, he was the boss.

Fortunately, Grace noticed the look on Mac’s face and came to his rescue.

“Callum, you are an incredibly sexy man,” Grace said. “But I think we need to be very clear here that Mac and I don’t screw around. So, you might want to remove your hand from my man’s hand.”

Callum grinned as he pulled his hand away. “Sorry, can’t blame a guy for wishing. Your message is loud and clear. Just know that if you ever want a third in your bed…”

Mac frowned.

“Okay, let me back up a bit. Callum, we are going to be your bosses. So, as flattered as we both are, it would be inappropriate to include you in our bed.”

Mac felt himself relax a bit. She was handling this so much better than he would have.

Callum felt a little disappointed, but he expected to be turned down. Grace was right; after all, they were his bosses now.

Then Grace raised an eyebrow. “However, that guy over there keeps looking you up and down.”

Callum frowned. “Which guy?”

“The one that looks like a Norse God. I thought he was looking at my husband, but since he didn’t look disappointed when I put my arm around Mac, I’m going to assume he’s looking at you. So, how about we go over to him under the guise of you introducing him to the new bosses?”

“You’re okay with relationships within the office?” Callum asked.

Grace laughed and held up her wedding ring. “Just make sure you sign a disclosure form if it gets that far. And don’t fuck him at work,” she said bluntly.

Callum grinned at Mac. “You’re right; she’s a fecking genius!” Callum laughed. “By the way, his name is Harris Connor.”

“Okay, let’s go meet Harris Connor.”

Once the introductions were made, Grace feigned a headache and asked Mac to escort her back to their suite.

“I hope you’ll excuse me; I didn’t sleep well last night, and I think I need to be out of these heels. I look forward to seeing you in the group sessions on whatever day you’re scheduled.”

“I’m actually slotted to attend tomorrow,” Harris replied.

“Wonderful! Until then, I am sure that Callum will take excellent care of you,” Grace said, winking.

Chapter Nineteen

When they got on the elevator to return to their suite, Mac asked, “Do you truly have a headache?”

“No, I just was ready to be done with the workday. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Hell, no. I know those meet and greets are a necessary evil. But all I want to do is spend time with you,” he said, pulling her into his arms.

Grace sighed and felt her body melt against his. “There is something incredibly wonderful about the way my body responds to yours.”

Mac lifted her face to his and kissed her lips softly. “I’m sorry for whatever I said this morning that annoyed you,” he said once he broke off the kiss.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I made such a big deal over it. I know you were teasing. But…” Grace hesitated.

“Grace, if you find him attractive, that’s okay. You’re married, not suddenly struck blind. I don’t expect you never to notice another man.”

“Yes, he’s ruggedly handsome, and he appears interested in both of us. But I have no interest in him, okay?”

“Good, neither do I,” Mac said teasingly.

Grace laughed. “You looked so uncomfortable when he laid his hand on yours at the bar.”

“I was trying not to act weirded out by that. I mean, if I were a guy who was into guys, he’d certainly catch my eye. But I’m not, so it was definitely uncomfortable, mostly because I didn’t want to do or say anything to offend him,” Mac explained.

“You’re a good man. I think we’re safe now, though, as he seemed quite taken by Harris. Callum’s a bit of a of a slut, but it suits him.”

Mac laughed. “Indeed! So, what shall we do for dinner?” he asked as he kissed Grace’s temple. “I want to make sure to feed you before that tummy starts growling.”

“Too late,” Grace giggled as her tummy made some very unladylike noises right on cue.

“Want to head down to Lady Libertine’s Basement Café?” Mac asked.

“Yes, let me change into some jeans and a sweater first, though.”

“I guess I could stand to change, too.”

Mac wondered if and when he should bring up Grace’s Internet search. Then, he decided he was probably making something out of nothing. When she came out into the living area, Mac felt his cock twitch.

“Holy fuck, Grace!” Mac blurted out. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in jeans that tight.”

The denim material hugged her ass so completely that he considered room service for a brief moment. She looked so amazingly fuckable right now.

Grace’s face made it clear she did not hear Mac’s words as complimentary. “Should I change? I don’t want to embarrass you. These jeans weren’t as tight when I tried them on in Alice’s office months ago. I guess that’s what happens when you eat three meals a day regularly, huh?”

Mac felt that little tug at his heart that happened every time he thought about her life before him. It seemed crazy that someone with Grace’s level of sophistication had been homeless and hungry.

“Keep them on. What I should have said was that those jeans make me wanna throw you down on the bed and fuck you,” Mac explained.

“Ohhh, well, when you put it like that…”

Mac interrupted her with a passionate kiss. Grace felt the heat from her head to her toes. “I should wear jeans more often,” she teased.

“Let’s go eat so we can come back and fuck like rabbits. Or, at least, like newlyweds,” Mac growled seductively in her ear.

Grace felt herself go damp. She wondered if they would always feel like newlyweds or if sex would become more of an obligation as time went on. Then she smiled; even if it were obligatory, it would still be hot between them, right? How could it be anything but?

They managed to get a table fairly quickly. Grace ordered the corn-fed chicken breast and some truffle fries, while Mac chose the lamb shoulder shawarma.

“Would you like some wine?” Mac asked.

“No, I’m already feeling tired. Alcohol will just make that worse. So, I’m going to stick with water.”

“Maybe a Coke? Some caffeine?”

“No, I don’t want to be up all night either,” Grace laughed.

As they ate dinner, Mac watched her closely. He sensed that something was still wrong and tried to think of a way to bring up what he’d seen on her laptop without admitting that he’d inadvertently snooped.

Then she beat him to it.

“Do you think sex is going to get monotonous eventually?” Grace asked suddenly.

“Where’s this coming from, Grace?” Mac asked, frowning.

“I don’t know. It’s something your mother said to me at Mimi’s funeral luncheon. She said she used to want to fuck Marcus all the time; then she did it out of obligation until she couldn’t even stomach the thought of letting him anywhere near her vagina,” Grace explained.

Mac took her hands in his. “Grace, why on Earth would you think anything that came out of my mother’s mouth is accurate or normal? She’s a bitter, cheating, batshit-crazy woman who wouldn’t know what love was if it bit her in the ass. That’s why sex became a burden to her. She didn’t love Marcus. She didn’t love Dominic either. I don’t think she’s ever truly loved anyone in her entire life.”

Grace sighed heavily. “You’re right. I don’t know why I let her get inside my head. Our relationship is built on love and trust. I can’t see either one of us ever growing tired of sex or finding it an obligation, can you?”

“Not a chance, Gracie. Let me prove to you how much I want you. Let’s go back to the room after dinner and have some dessert.”

“That sounds perfect! I don’t know why I seem off my game the last couple of days.”

“I disagree; you were stellar today presenting our company’s mission statement and policies. You didn’t seem off your game at all.”

“I mean personally, I suppose. I just feel off.”

“It’s probably fatigue. So, let’s finish up here, go back upstairs and make love, then hit the hay early, okay?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Mac considered letting his accidental discovery go, but he felt like that could be regarded as less than truthful. “Can I admit something?”

“Of course, what’s up?”

“I’ve worried all day because I saw you had searched the phrase, when does sex become an obligation. I was looking at your slideshow, and…” Mac let his words hang in the air while he prayed that she would understand he wasn’t trying to invade her privacy.

Grace wanted to be angry, but Mac looked so miserable. It wasn’t as if she had anything to hide. So, she took a deep breath and said, “I should be mad, but technically it’s my work computer, and you’re my boss. So, there’s that. Then let’s add the fact that you’ve wondered for a good portion of the day if my search meant that I thought sex was an obligation. Which, of course, is not at all what I was thinking. I just wondered, when the honeymoon wears off, if we’d lose that passion that we have for each other.”

Mac looked into Grace’s eyes and said, “The passion we have will never fade, Grace. Not ever. We’ll be in our nineties, and we won’t be able to keep our hands off each other. The staff at the nursing home will be reprimanding us for being too noisy. Grace, what we have is so deep and so true; we won’t ever stop wanting each other. I love you, Grace Remy Stewart, and I lust after you. Nothing will ever change that.”

“I’m ready for dessert now,” Grace said seductively.

Mac grinned, “Well, let’s get the check and head upstairs!”

Chapter Twenty

Mac and Grace made soft, sweet love that night and fell asleep in each other’s arms. In the morning, they ravaged each other and finished off with a sensual shower, both of them satisfied that their passion was hotter than ever.

They finished the work week, and Grace planned some sightseeing for the weekend. Mac had come to appreciate how she made certain that, wherever they went, they enjoyed some time as tourists. He realized that taking the time to do so made the work not seem so taxing.

As they walked from the hotel to St. Andrew’s Square to pick up the Hop On/Hop Off bus tour, Mac realized he was learning how to relax.

“You’re a clever woman, Grace,” he laughed.

Grace raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t tell you how many Saturdays I have spent in hotel rooms, my nose buried in my computer, working all day, and forgetting to even look out the window. Until you, my clever redhead. You make me stop and smell the roses. You help me to see that there is more to life than work. You have made it impossible not to want to see the world outside with you.”

“When I first met you, I knew you liked to be in charge, right down to picking out my underwear,” Grace laughed. “I decided I didn’t mind the dominance but that I would work on getting you to lighten up a little and teach you how to have fun.”

“Well, you’ve succeeded, my love. I’ve grown very fond of spending time with you having fun and goofing off. I know it could still be the pain block they gave me at Schön Clinic Munich Schwabing, but I haven’t had any headaches in quite some time.”

“Dr. Herzog did say relaxing was important,” Grace responded.

“The pain I used to deal with was debilitating at times. I will always be grateful that you made me go to the clinic. That changed my life, Grace. You changed my life.”

“You’ve changed mine too, Mac. And not just because you rescued me from poverty. Giving me the opportunity to use my skills and my brain has made me feel whole again. Knowing that I have made things better for your business is so rewarding. You’ve given my life meaning again in so many ways.”

Mac gave Grace a quick kiss on the lips and said, “The bus is here. Let’s hop on and see Edinburgh.”

They headed up top so they could see the sights, and they cuddled close together, sharing one set of earbuds to hear the tour guide’s spiel. Then, for their first stop, they hopped off at Grassmarket. The guide suggested this was a great way to get a truly authentic experience of the local culture.

“The guidebook I brought along says that the sale of pigs was not permitted within the town, so this area became known as the Grice Mercat, which means pig market. The name was later Anglicized as Grassmarket,” Grace explained. “Oh, gosh! It also says this was the traditional location of public executions via gallows between 1661 and 1688.”

“Sounds a little gruesome,” Mac said. “Let’s walk over to Edinburgh Castle and take a tour. I’d like to see the living quarters of Mary, Queen of Scots.”

“Then we will need to hop back on the bus after we tour Edinburgh Castle and head over to Holyrood Palace. That’s where her chambers are located,” Grace explained.

“You know, if this COO gig at Stewart Enterprises doesn’t work out for you, you’d make an excellent tour guide,” Mac teased.

Grace laughed. “Just out of curiosity, what do you find so fascinating about Mary, Queen of Scots?” she asked.

“Besides the red hair? I’ve done a little reading about her, and she has fascinated many people for over five hundred years. Her personal charm captivated everyone she met. Not unlike another redhead I know,” Mac said, grinning. “Mary was much taller and had brown eyes, of course, but otherwise, I suspect you two would have much in common.”

“Like the fact that her mother-in-law did not feel her personal magnetism?” Grace smirked.

“You’ve read up on her as well, I see. And here I thought I could impress you with some facts that you might not know. I should know better,” Mac laughed.

The rest of the day felt magical as they toured both the castle and the palace. They returned to the hotel for a later dinner and made the waiter blush when Mac suggested he’d be enjoying his dessert upstairs.

Once they stepped foot in the door of their suite, Mac pushed Grace up against the wall and kissed her passionately. His hands fumbled with the button of her jeans, but once undone, his fingers deftly drew the zipper down and reached inside to find her wet and ready for him.

“No panties, Grace? What a naughty little slut! Fuck, you make me so hard!”

He released his aching cock from his own jeans and wasted no time entering her, still standing against the wall. He pulled her shirt off and unfastened her bra, allowing her gorgeous breasts out to play. His tongue and teeth tormented her nipples while he thrust into her dripping sex. She moaned for him and pleaded for more.

Grace’s climax was ferocious and had her shuddering uncontrollably. Mac pulled out, picked her up, and carried her to the round dining table. There he spread her legs and started to feast on his dessert. He suckled her clit and drove two fingers into her, sending her over again and again.

“Get up and walk over to the glass door to the terrace,” he demanded. Grace’s brow furrowed, but she complied.

Mac got behind her and pushed her body against the door wall. Her breasts were pressed against the cold glass as he entered her again, this time from behind.

He tugged on her red hair while he drove into her with deep, powerful thrusts. He nuzzled her neck and nibbled her earlobe as he dominated her. “Look at my beautiful slut! Pressed up against the window for all of Edinburgh to see. Everyone wants you, Grace, but you belong to me. Mine to love, mine to use, mine to fuck!”

“Oh, God!” Grace cried out. “Yes! Yes! Yes! More, please! Don’t stop!”

Mac picked up the pace and fucked his wife like a man who’d been denied the pleasure of a woman’s pussy for years. She screamed as she came hard, and he growled like a wild animal when his balls tightened and let go with a vengeance, filling her, emptying himself into her.

He held her there a few minutes more until he caught his breath. Then he lowered his mouth to her ear and said, “Never, ever will my desire for you fade. I need you like I need air to breathe.”

Grace purred, “Likewise, my love. Now that all of Edinburgh has seen you fuck your wife, can we retire to the bedroom?”

“You want more?” Mac asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Maybe,” Grace answered. “But my tits are freezing against this glass. I thought maybe you could warm them up for me!”

“Mmm, how about a hot shower?”

“Mmm, indeed!”