Chapter Sixty-Nine

“Go home, Avery.”

“I still have a few things left that I want to take care of,” he argued.

Grace looked at her admin and raised an eyebrow. “Last I checked, I’m still your boss.”

“Yeah, but most bosses don’t tell their employees to go home for a booty call,” he laughed.

“Nialls is going to be gone for a while this time, right? You’ll have plenty of time to catch up on your work. Go home and rock his world and make him wonder how he will survive without you for the next couple of weeks.”

Avery grinned. “Have I told you lately what an amazing boss you are?”

“You tell me regularly. Now, shoo!”

An hour later, Avery lay naked on his bed, waiting for Nialls to come home and ravish him.

When Nialls walked in the door, he wasted no time loosening his tie and stripping down to his boxers.

“I was worried when you took that job with Stewart Enterprises that it would make you less available for playtime,” Nialls mused. “Lucky for both of us, your bosses are just as horny as we are and understand the value of an afternoon rendezvous.”

Avery nodded as he slowly stroked his hard shaft.

“That’s right, babe, stroke that cock for me. Show me how much you want me.”

Nialls removed his underwear and straddled Avery’s face.

“Keep stroking while I feed you my cock. Mmm, God, yes. Suck me like that. Show me how much you’re going to miss my dick,” Nialls groaned.

“Mmphf…”

“Fuckkkk. Keep sucking me like that, and I’m gonna cum down your throat. But don’t worry, I’ll return the favor, then you can get me hard again, and I can fuck that gorgeous ass of yours.”

Nialls pumped vigorously until his balls tightened and he let go, as Avery eagerly drank down every drop.

While Avery and Nialls were busy stroking, sucking, and eventually fucking, Grace was still busy at work, blissfully recalling her own morning rendezvous with Mac.

She closed her eyes for a moment, reflecting on the past month and all the whirlwind changes that had taken place. Some of it had been downright exhausting, but a lot of it had been wonderful.

With DJ officially out of diapers and her devastating miscarriage behind her, Grace found herself contemplating when it might be a good time to try for baby number three. She didn’t want to rush things, but she had come to the realization that she also didn’t want to wait too long either. She kept that close to the chest; no sense getting Mac’s hopes up until she was sure she was ready.

In the meantime, all of the European offices seemed to be humming along without issue, and the Paris office was having a banner year thanks to Andre’s quick thinking, picking up clients from surrounding areas when a nearby competitor closed its doors. Grace was pleased that taking another chance on Andre had paid off. Not only was it good for business, but she also admittedly liked being right when it came to being an excellent judge of people, especially since there was a time early on in her life when she hadn’t been.

The new L.A. office was nearly complete after some initial delays due to permits and material availability, and Dani and Ian were back together as a couple, with rumors of a possible engagement. Apparently, they’d grown quite close again after a fire destroyed their office building, and they were forced to step up and work as a team.

Claudette’s youngest daughter, Collette, was watching DJ and Mimi from time to time when her mother needed to focus on her culinary duties. In fact, she was here today so Claudette could focus on preparing a fancy meal for Aislyn and Andy’s return from L.A.

Andy had taken time off work to accompany Aislyn to a photo shoot marking her return to the public eye. Knowing that Mac’s supermodel sister had been on a strict diet leading up to the advertising gig, Claudette decided to make all of Aislyn’s favorites since they were coming to dinner at Stewart House. Since many of those were also Grace’s favorites, she was looking forward to the meal as much as she was to hearing how things went for Aislyn.

Opening her eyes again, Grace smiled. Things were, indeed, back on track with her marriage, and her once-absent libido had returned in full force. She felt like they were newlyweds again in the bedroom. And the dining room. And the elevator. She giggled… everywhere and anywhere. God, it felt good to be back in sync!

She felt a shiver of desire run up her spine as she recalled the way Mac woke her up this morning with soft, wet kisses on her inner thighs. His tongue moved cleverly, tasting each sweet fold, before dipping inside for the prize he sought. Her hips rocked gently at first, then with more gusto, until she was writhing and begging to be fucked. Mac was more than happy to oblige, fucking her with wild abandon to three delicious orgasms.

She was startled out of her hedonistic reverie by the sudden feeling of soft fur rubbing against her legs.

“Merlin, you sneaky little rascal. You don’t usually bother with the business level. What’s on your mind, little guy?” she said, picking up the adorable kitty and nuzzling him.

“Meow!” he answered. “Meow! Meow!”

And though it could have meant a million different things, Grace nodded intuitively. “I know, I’m sorry. I haven’t given you nearly enough pettings lately.”

She stroked the little cat’s fur, then scratched his whiskers, under his chin, and around his ears. Merlin’s purring sounded like a little motor whirring, as he kneaded his paws in a biscuit-making motion. Then he turned around three times and settled down on Grace’s lap for the last hour of the workday.

A few minutes before five, Mac popped his head into her office. “Ready to go rescue the dynamic duo?”

“Absolutely! It’s been a very productive day, but I’m ready for some comfy sweats and… oh, wait. Andy and Aislyn are coming to dinner. Guess comfy will have to wait.”

“They aren’t royalty, Grace. Wear what you want. You can be comfortable in your own home.”

Grace looked at Mac and raised an eyebrow. “Not a chance. Your supermodel sister will likely be dressed in something incredibly fashionable. I do not want to look like the frumpy housewife.”

Mac leaned in to kiss his wife. “Darling, you couldn’t look frumpy if you tried.”

“You have a silver tongue and, I’m afraid, a blind eye when it comes to me. But thank you for the lovely compliment. I will, however, allow myself to ditch the heels in favor of some cozy house slippers.”

“You could always go barefoot, babe, and show off that recent pedicure.”

Grace slid off the heels and tucked them under her right arm, wiggling her pretty pink toes. With her left arm, she scooped up the cat and said, “You’re a wise man. Now, let’s go pick up the littles.”

“Elevator?”

“Stairs. The elevator freaks the cat out. Plus, if I get in more steps, I won’t feel as guilty about consuming so many calories at dinner tonight. I fully intend to enjoy the lasagna and whatever Claudette has prepared for dessert.”

Mac smiled inwardly. She’d lost quite a bit of weight after losing the baby, and he was happy to see her appetite had returned.

“Did Avery leave early today?” Mac asked as they descended the stairs.

“Yes, Nialls is leaving tomorrow for a rather lengthy business trip, so Avery wanted to have some extra time with him. You know, proper send-off and whatnot.”

“Ohh,” Mac said, blushing.

“You’re so cute. We have an amazing sex life; why shouldn’t Avery and Nialls?”

“I’m glad for them. I just don’t need to envision our admin sucking his man’s dick,” Mac laughed.

“Who said there was any dick sucking? Lots of ways for two men to have sex, my love.”

“I’m sure there are. It just hasn’t ever occurred to me to think much about it. Not that I have any issue with it; I’m just not wired that way.”

Chapter Seventy

Dinner was a happy, noisy, family affair, though it still felt odd to be excited by Aislyn’s return. The fact that Grace had been correct about his sister’s attire wasn’t lost on Mac. They shared a knowing glance across the table, where he silently acknowledged her wisdom.

Aislyn shared all the details of the photo shoot, occasionally stopping to simplify the explanation for the Littles.

“Were da big lights hot, Auntie Aisy?” DJ said before stuffing another bite of broccoli in his mouth.

“Yes, they sure were, little man. But they let me take breaks and drink water, so that helped me not sweat so much.”

DJ laughed like a loon. “Dey don’t want sweaty pitchers!”

“No, they sure don’t.”

When it was time for dessert—apple pie for the adults and scoops of ice cream for the kids—Aislyn’s face took on a serious expression.

“Something wrong?” Mac asked.

Aislyn looked at Andy, then back at Mac. “Mother came to see me in L.A.”

Mac rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. “What did Lorraine want?”

“You mean besides messing up my life?”

Grace felt pity stir in her heart. But she knew it would only piss off her sister-in-law if she expressed it in a way that seemed even slightly condescending. So, she opted for humor.

“Don’t let her draw you back to the dark side, Aislyn. Use the force to keep her at bay.”

Aislyn snorted as she laughed. “You’re a dork, Grace. And I hate that I get the Star Wars reference. But you’re also right. She threatened to cut me out of the will if I didn’t break up with Andy. I told her she could go to… ummm, I told her to get lost.”

“Thanks for being mindful of little ears. And good for you. She already cut Mac out when he acknowledged Dominic as his father instead of Marcus. Maybe she plans to take the money with her when she passes.”

“I don’t give a rat’s… behind what she does with the money. I don’t want it or need it. I’ve also decided I have enough saved up to be pickier about which jobs I choose. I spoke to my agent about focusing on print ads for a while. I have no desire to walk the runway, at least not right now. I… I’m enjoying discovering a more domestic version of myself that isn’t such a B-word.”

Mac raised an eyebrow. “Trust me, we all enjoy this version better.”

“Yeah? Well, I enjoy the version of my brother who isn’t such an uptight stick-in-the-mud. Grace taught you not to take yourself so seriously.”

Mac scoffed, pretending to be offended. But he knew she was right. Grace had changed him. Mellowed him. Made him…  a happy man.

After dinner, Mac and Andy took the kids into the living room to play while Aislyn helped Grace with the dishes.

“So, um, how have you been?” Aislyn asked. “Since the whole, um…”

“Miscarriage?” Grace filled in the blank. “Things were rough at first, but we are doing much better now.”

“Good,” Aislyn said, still somewhat uncomfortable with the oddity of getting along with Grace. It felt weird. But it was honestly less exhausting than continuing to be a bitch to her sister-in-law.

“Thanks for asking. I know it’s still weird not to hate each other.”

“It is,” Aislyn admitted. “But I appreciate having you in my corner. You’re the first person who ever threw me a lifeline. Lorraine is a heartless bitch, and she did everything in her power to make sure McKinley and I were miserable people just like her. At least, my brother had Mimi and Dominic to look out for him. I had no one.”

Grace said nothing; she let Aislyn continue.

“Not that their influence was enough to prevent him completely from being an asshole. While he didn’t end up wretched like me, he was still lost; successful in business but floundering in all the parts of life that really matter. He was still in Lorraine’s clutches. She set him up with Louise. She figured if he married someone she chose, she’d still be able to control him. But Louise got greedy, fucked up Lorraine’s plan, and broke McKinley’s heart in the process. He was becoming more and more like Marcus, not as lewd, but just as pathetic.

“And then he met you. You saved my brother, and then, in many ways, you saved me. So, it’s stupid to pretend I hate you anymore, Grace. I’m many things, but stupid is not one of them.”

Grace nodded. “No, you most certainly are not. And I didn’t save you, Aislyn. You saved yourself.”

Aislyn rolled her eyes. “Maybe. But I wasn’t interested in saving myself until you gave me a reason and a chance to do so. So, let’s stop pretending you aren’t the Amazing Grace that my brother was lucky enough to marry, and agree that all of us are better off without Lorraine’s influence in our lives.”

She set down the dish she was drying and grabbed Grace’s arm. “Don’t ever let her get her clutches in those beautiful kids of yours. They are pure and innocent and exude love. Somewhere down the line, she will be lonely enough to reach out and claim to want to be a doting grandmother and be part of their lives. I swear I’ll lose all respect for you if you allow that. I’ll go back to hating you… forever.”

Grace raised an eyebrow. “Over my dead body will she ever be a part of their lives.”

“See? You’re not stupid either. Come on, let’s go play with Thing One and Thing Two. I’m sorry about Thing Three. But you’ll no doubt pop out another incredible kid when the time is right.”

Chapter Seventy-One

After Andy and Aislyn said their goodbyes, Mac and Grace got the littles to bed rather quickly.

“That was a nice visit,” Mac commented as they headed into their room to retire for the evening.

“It was. Thanks for giving Aislyn and me time to chat. She’s really happy with Andy.”

“That’s a good thing, because Andy bought a ring.”

“He did what now?”

“He bought an engagement ring and plans to propose. Not right away, but sooner than later,” he said as he pulled on some athletic shorts and a T-shirt.

“I just hope he doesn’t scare her off by asking too soon. She’s smitten, for sure, but she’s also still feeling the sting of being… broken.”

“He’s a smart man, baby. He’ll know when to ask.”

Grace agreed, coming into the bedroom dressed in a long, royal blue nightgown with a lacy bodice.

“Oh! I’m seriously underdressed. Did you have something else planned besides taking advantage of getting to bed early for a good night’s sleep?” he teased.

“I thought you might want to take advantage of me,” she said, pouting. “But if you’d rather sleep…”

“Sleep is overrated. Taking advantage of you is my favorite nighttime activity.”

“Then why are we still talking instead of putting our hands all over each other?”

Mac surprised Grace by scooping her up and carrying her to the bed. He leaned in to kiss her and was pleased by her needy whimper when their tongues danced.

He grinned wickedly at her. “Better?”

“Yes.”

He let his hands roam freely, caressing her body seductively. “How about now?”

“Even better.”

Her legs parted for him as his fingers found their way under her nightgown. Once they found the wet heat they craved, he whispered, “And now?”

“Mmm… God, yes!”

He continued to tease and torment her delicate, pink folds and her hard little nub until she was panting and writhing beneath him.

“Oh, fuckkk, Mac! God, yesss!”

Her hips lifted, and her body quaked as a multitude of orgasmic waves rippled through her. When she could take no more, she cried, “Please, Mac! Fuck me! I need you inside me!”

He toyed with making her wait, but the feral look in her eyes told him he’d be better off obliging her. Pulling her gown up around her waist, he eased himself into her and felt them both shudder with desire and intense need. Fucking her gently with slow, deliberate strokes, he felt the heat… the connection between them… love, trust, understanding… it was pure bliss.

Suddenly, he stopped, rolled onto his back, and pulled Grace on top of him. “Ride me, Gracie.”

There was something incredibly sensual about watching her move up and down on him with her mane of red hair wild and disheveled, and her blue eyes fierce with lust. She moved in slow motion at first, but the speed and the intensity began to build quickly. Soon, their mating resembled a cowgirl riding a mechanical bull, and Grace came violently.

“God, yesss, you sexy little demoness, ride me hard, baby. Use my cock to get your pleasure!”

Her tits bounced magnificently as her body continued to grind against his. He grabbed her hips and matched her movements, meeting each thrust with equal fervor.

“God, you’ve got me so hot, baby. I’m gonna explode inside you and fill you with my seed!”

“Yesss! Fuckkk yesss!” she cried. “Fill me up!”

They came hard together, panting and growling, and collapsed into each other’s arms with wildly beating hearts.

When their ragged breath subsided, Mac pulled the covers up over them and held her close. “I love you,” he murmured as he kissed the top of her head.

“I love you, too,” she responded with a contented sigh.

Chapter Seventy-Two

The next morning, Grace woke up snuggled against Mac, grateful it was Saturday.

He was still half-asleep, but when she tried to ease out of bed, his arm moved around her and held her close.

“It’s Saturday; no work today, stay in bed with me,” he murmured.

“No work, but we still have two kids who will likely wake soon with hungry tummies.”

“They can wait. I’m hungry too, hungry for you.”

“You just had me last night,” she teased.

“I can never get enough of you, Gracie. I need…”

But Mac’s needs would have to wait as the Littles came bounding in the door, full of energy.

“Wake up, Mama an’ Daddy. S’brefast time!” DJ said in a sing-song voice.

“Beffest!” Mimi parroted.

Mac sighed. So much for his plan to devour his wife for breakfast.

“Okay, little monsters. Let’s go make some waffles!” he announced, getting out of bed.

He turned back to Grace and said, “Raincheck on those needs.”

“Deal.”

Mac had hoped that the kids would nap midday and give him a chance to seduce his wife, but the Littles were bundles of energy.

Interestingly enough, he found watching his wife in mom-mode kinda sexy and wondered about the men who complained to newspaper columnists about their wives giving all of their attention to their children. But that wasn’t the case with Grace. She somehow managed to balance her roles, still making him feel important.

She was on the floor playing with Magnatiles with the kids when she looked up and caught him staring at her. He grinned a goofy grin and blushed a little.

Annoyance crossed his face when his phone buzzed, interrupting the moment. Then he chuckled.

Look at you, lucky man. Married to a woman who is supermom by day, and oversexed nympho by night.

He wrote back:

You’re so naughty, my sweet little slutty wife. And you make me the happiest man alive. I’m beyond lucky.

She smiled at his response and answered:

You’re gonna get even luckier tonight when these kids go to bed.

They spent the rest of the afternoon texting naughty messages to each other.  Nothing too salacious, but definitely suggestive.

So, when Mac finished the bedtime routine with DJ, he was excited to find Mimi’s nightlight already on. He walked briskly to their bedroom with the intention of treating his wife to some wild, hot sex, only to have his hopes dashed when he saw Grace practically passed out, face down on the bed.

Disappointed, he went to the bathroom and got ready for bed. So much for making time for him, he thought sourly. But he chided himself for pouting. The kids had been a handful today, and Grace had a right to be tired.

When he went back into the bedroom, he stopped and stared. In the place where his exhausted wife had lain only moments ago was a redheaded goddess lying naked except for a sexy pair of come-fuck-me heels.

“Jesus, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” Mac growled. “I thought you’d forgotten and fallen asleep.”

“Nope! I was catching a power nap. Mimi crashed and burned so quickly that I figured I had time to close my eyes for a few minutes while you read another book to DJ. It just felt good to close my eyes, but I’m ready now for whatever you have in mind for that raincheck sex.”

“You look so fuckin’ hot, baby.”

“I figured less was more,” she answered cheekily. “Now, shall I get down on my knees like a good girl?”

“Oh, fuck, Grace! My cock is so hard.”

“Yes, I can see that. I think I need to take care of that right away. Go sit in the chair and let me enjoy pleasuring you.”

Mac ripped off his night clothes and headed for the chair.

“Scram, Merlin,” Mac said, nudging the cat off the cushion. The kitty gave an uncharacteristic hiss at his slumber being disturbed and padded away, sulking.

Mac wasted no time taking his place in the chair, moaning as Grace instantly knelt in front of him.

“Why are you so good to me?” he murmured. “I can’t imagine what I’ve done right in life to deserve a woman who knows how to be not just my wife, but my lover and my best friend.”

Grace looked up and smiled longingly. “We’re good to each other. No one else could ever be enough for us. You know my body, mind, heart, and soul better than anyone else, and I know yours. Do we deserve each other? Maybe that doesn’t even matter. What matters is that we’re good together, we complete each other, we fit.”

Mac gazed into her intense blue eyes and traced his fingers along the curve of her face. “I won the lottery the day you walked into my office, Grace. And you’re right; no one else could ever be enough for either one of us. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too. Now quit talking and lean back. Close your eyes and let me rock your world.”

“Oh, fuck, yeah, baby. Suck my cock like the good girl you are.”

“Mmm-hmmm.”

Grace teased him from base to tip with her wicked tongue before engulfing him. But just as he began to enjoy the feeling of her mouth sliding up and down on his dick, she changed tactics. Gripping his shaft tightly, she lapped at his sac, then took both balls into her mouth and sucked on them as though she were enjoying an exotic delicacy.

“Oh, fuckkk, Grace!” he moaned.

She stroked his cock and continued her oral magic on his balls, while sliding a finger, wet with her saliva, into his ass.

“Jesus, baby, I’ve changed my mind. You’ve got me so fuckin’ hot; I need to fuck you.”

She looked up at him with a wicked grin. “Well, if you insist.”

He pulled her up onto his lap and impaled her with his rigid shaft, making her moan and shudder. “I absolutely do insist. Ride me, baby.”

“Mmm-hmmm, you want to see my tits bounce while I move up and down on that spectacular cock of yours,” Grace said cheekily as she straddled Mac.

“You know me so well, darling. Mmm, they are quite luscious,” he replied as his large hands captured her breasts before sliding down the soft skin of her body and resting on her hips. He guided her movements as her sweet pussy engulfed his rock-hard shaft. He saw wild abandon in her eyes and sheer passion on her face as she rode him hard until her first climax blazed through her like wildfire.

“More!” Grace panted.

“Slow down a bit,” he insisted. “Savor the moment.”

Pouting, she slowed the pace, but continued to gyrate, grinding into Mac. Once again, he helped himself to her magnificent tits, guiding first one nipple, then the other, into his greedy mouth. He suckled them first, then nibbled, making her cry out in ecstasy as she enjoyed another mind-blowing orgasm.

Eventually, he moved his mouth to hers to muffle her cries. Their tongues danced while he reached between them to rub circles on her slick pearl with his thumb. Their mating was slow and deliberate as they moved in perfect synchronous rhythm.

“You are so incredibly beautiful and so fucking hot,” he said as he started to pick up the pace of his thrusts. Soon, he was ramming into her with lust in his eyes. “That’s right, Grace. Take my cock deep! Feel me inside you, filling you, taking you, owning you.”

Their hearts were beating wildly, and they were panting like animals when Mac felt the familiar tug inside his balls. “You make me so hot,” he growled. “Cum with me, baby! Cum while I fill you with my seed!”

“Oh, my God, Mac!” Grace screamed as yet another wave of pleasure washed over her. “Fuck, yesss!”

His release was intense, and he felt Grace climax again while he emptied himself into her.

“Oh, my God! You’re so fucking amazing, Mac!”

His heart was still pounding while he pulled out and snuggled close to her on the bed.

“You’re the amazing one, Grace! God, you make me feel so good!”

She lay her head on his shoulder and sighed. “Mmm, I never get tired of hearing that. You’re so incredible.”

They stayed like that for a few moments until he could feel her breathing become regular and her muscles grow lax in his arms. “Time for bed, my darling,” he whispered as he kissed her temple and stood up with her in his arms. He carried her to the bed where they curled up together and fell asleep, not moving again until morning.

Neither of them noticed that, when the coast was clear, Merlin helped himself to a spot on the end of the bed and curled up as well.