Chapter Twenty-Five

Mac’s day started out spectacularly. After being woken up by his wife’s mouth devouring his cock, he and Grace managed to sneak in some delicious morning sex before the kids woke up, a rare treat these days. The vision of her long, red hair flowing and her voluptuous tits bouncing as she rode him was still fresh in his mind. He was fortunate to have found a woman who enjoyed sex as much as he did, especially one who wasn’t afraid to take what she wanted. Just thinking about it made him hard all over again. But he’d have to wait until later to enjoy her.

Now, it was time to enjoy one last breakfast with Franz and Nadja before their driver, Randall, took them to the airport for their return flight to Vienna. The smell of waffles permeated the air and caused a very unladylike growl in Grace’s tummy.

Grace blushed, but everyone laughed. She shrugged it off; it wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last. Besides, Mac was used to it.

“We’re going to miss these delicious breakfasts,” Franz commented as he helped himself to another waffle.

Nadja laughed. “Yes, we will, but if we ate like this too much longer, we’d have to buy new clothes to travel home in. Nothing would fit! How do you stay so slender, Grace?”

“Oh, we don’t eat like this every day, only when we have family and friends visiting. Otherwise, it’s fruit and yogurt or a protein shake. Occasionally, we might splurge on the weekends and have eggs and bacon or sausage. But there’s no way I could eat like this all the time. I gained at least ten pounds when I started traveling with Mac. Eating three meals a day was not a thing before him.”

Franz laid his hand on Grace’s arm. No words were necessary; she knew the gesture was meant to be comforting. It broke his heart to learn that she’d often gone hungry before she came to work for McKinley Stewart.

She laid a hand on Franz’s and smiled. “Now he has Avery reminding me to eat lunch. I was mildly annoyed at first. But I’d be lying if it didn’t make me feel loved knowing he looks after my well-being.”

She didn’t add that it had been a long time since anyone had cared for her before Mac. That went without saying.

When it came time to say goodbye, Grace felt a bit melancholy.

“Don’t be sad, Meine Tochter. We will see each other again soon,” Franz said as he hugged her. “You’ll come to Vienna for the wedding, ja?”

“Ja, Papa. We wouldn’t miss it.”

“McKinley…”

“Yes, sir?”

“Take good care of my Gracie.”

A huge grin broke out on Mac’s face. “That’s an easy one; she’s my entire world. I’ll always take good care of her, sir.”

Franz smiled and patted Mac on the back. Despite being his employee, Mac still respected him as an elder.

As they said goodbye to Nadja, Grace hugged her tight and said, “Take good care of Mein Papa.”

Nadja kissed Grace’s cheek. “The Universe has given me a second chance, Grace. I may not have been able to prevent your parents’ deaths, but I intend to do better with Franz. Thank you, sweet girl, for helping to lift the burden of many years off my shoulders.”

Standing on the porch, they waved goodbye as Franz and Nadja departed in the limousine. Once back inside, Grace said, “We should probably get some work done this afternoon.”

“Or, we take advantage of having an amazing staff who has everything under control for a few more hours and go mess around.”

“What about the kids?”

“Claudette has the kids today.”

“Can I be loud?” Grace asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

Mac grinned. He had expected her to say they needed to work.

“Hold that thought.”

Bentley, I'd appreciate it if you could keep the staff on level two or lower.

Bentley checked his phone and chuckled.

Consider it done.

Thanks!

My pleasure.

Bentley sent a message to the staff and then paused for a moment. Smiling, he texted his wife.

Any plans for tonight, my dear?

No, why?

Let’s go to bed early.

Early? Why? Ohhh! Yes, that sounds wonderful.

Avery chuckled when he saw that his bosses would be MIA from the office. He decided to send a naughty text to his partner, Nialls, hoping to plant a seed for later.

Bosses are having an afternoon booty call… again.

Judging your bosses? Shame on you, Avery. Do you need a spanking?

Avery blinked. Spanking? Nialls had never brought up spanking before. But holy crap, it made his dick stand up at attention.

Are you serious?

I could be… if that appeals to you.

I have an erection that will prevent me from getting up from my desk for a while. Does that tell you anything?

It tells me that I shouldn’t work overtime today.

Avery brushed his hand across his bulge and wished he had time to duck into the bathroom and take care of business. He contemplated doing so anyway; since he was so aroused, he figured it wouldn’t take him long. Then his cell buzzed again.

Keep your hands off your dick, Avery. I want you needy when I spank you tonight.

Avery sent back a thumbs up emoji and sighed. His cock throbbed and his balls ached! He took a look at Grace’s schedule for the week and decided that he’d take his mind off his dick by confirming her appointments. He hoped that would be enough.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Meanwhile, upstairs, Grace was already on her knees in front of Mac, who sat with his legs spread open and his hands lost in a sea of coppery curls.

“Oh, God, yes, Grace! God, you do the most amazing things with that tongue!”

Grace could only moan, “Mmm-hmm.”

Mac pushed himself into her throat as she manhandled his sac. He was convinced that nothing on Earth felt as good as this. With pelvic thrusts, he fed her his shaft repeatedly, enjoying the sultry look in her eyes as she held his gaze.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy, baby,” he praised her. “You make me so damn hot!”

Her tongue was doing magical things, bringing him close to climax much sooner than he wished. But when he tried to pull out of her mouth, she wouldn’t let him.

“Babe, if you don’t stop this erotic sorcery, I’m gonna cum down your throat,” he warned her.

Grace shrugged and kept going, leaving Mac with no choice but to feed her his load.

“Oh, fuckkk! God, yes! Suck my cock! Drink my seed, you greedy woman!”

His balls tightened and let go, and Grace swallowed every drop.

“Holy shit, baby! That was incredible! Lie back and let me return the favor.”

She smirked seductively and did as he directed, letting her legs fall open, exposing her glistening labia.

Soft, wet kisses on her thighs and mound had her squirming with need. “God, Mac! You’re driving me wild. I need you to…”

“Shhh,” he scolded playfully. “I know what you need.”

His tongue moved gently, lapping up her nectar and exploring all the delicate pink folds that lay before him. Occasional flicks of her clit made her hips rock in a sensual rhythm. A single finger played at the entrance, heightening her arousal as he feasted on her sweet pussy. Soon, she was panting and writhing, until, finally, she was bucking and pleading.

“Oh, fuckkk, Mac! Stop teasing me; let me cum!”

He laughed inwardly at her impatience but said nothing. His mouth was busy devouring her. He eased up several times, edging her, prolonging her pleasure as long as possible.

Overcome with the need for release, Grace held his head in place, demanding that he finish her off. He slipped two fingers inside her and brought her up to and over the cliff of ecstasy.

“Oh, fuckkk, yeah!” she cried as she fed him her delicious juices.

Her body shuddered with wicked aftershocks, letting Mac know he’d done well in giving her pleasure.

“God, you’re beautiful when you cum, Grace,” he murmured softly as he moved to lie next to her. She curled herself into him, and he put his arm around her, holding her close.

He sighed and kissed the top of Grace’s head as he enjoyed the feeling of her in his arms. There simply was nothing better than when they felt connected like this. Sex, he realized, was more than just release; it was a form of bonding with her. They lay still for a while, enjoying the quiet after being thoroughly sated, both of them thinking how lucky they were to belong to each other.

Eventually, they showered, dressed, and made their way to the office on level two.

“Oh,” Avery said, trying not to sound awkward. “I wasn’t sure if the two of you would be working today.”

Grace smiled. “We just needed a little time.”

Avery nodded.

“You know, if you need a little time, you’re welcome to leave early today,” she added.

Avery lit up like a Christmas tree. “Really? That’d be great because Nialls is going to…”

Mac raised an eyebrow and excused himself, laughing. The last thing he wanted to hear about was Avery’s sex life.

On the other hand, Grace found her curiosity piqued, so she hung around, saying nothing until Mac’s door was closed.

“Okay, spill it, Avery. I know you’re dying to tell me something.”

Avery’s face looked pained as he tried to decide if he should share something so personal. Then he figured he could ask her, as a friend, not his boss, about whether she’d ever been spanked and if it was as erotic as he imagined.

“Okay, if I’m crossing a line here, please say so. But keep in mind, you did ask.”

“Of course!”

“Have you ever been, ah, well… have you ever been spanked?” Avery asked, turning eight shades of red. He suddenly felt mortified and wished he could take the words back.

Grace inhaled sharply. On one hand, it seemed inappropriate to kiss and tell. On the other hand, she was delighted that he felt comfortable enough to ask her advice.

“Yes,” she answered, deciding she’d only give as much information as necessary.

“Really? Oh, gosh! Can I ask you something?”

Grace nodded.

“Did it hurt? Or did it feel good? Was it a turn-on? How did Mac come up with the idea to spank you? It was Mac who spanked you, right?”

Laughing softly, she said, “Okay, slow down. First off, yes to all the above. I can’t recall what prompted him to spank me. But it was ridiculously hot and led to some incredible sex.”

Avery’s eyes were huge as he tried to take it all in.

“What’s your biggest concern, Avery?”

“That I won’t like it, and Nialls will be disappointed in me.”

“That’s just nonsense. If you try it and don’t like it, he won’t care.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Nialls is crazy about you. He’s trying something new with your consent. If it doesn’t work for both of you, he’ll let it go.”

Avery was quiet for a moment. “Will I like it?”

Grace grinned. “I think you will. Just be sure to be honest if something doesn’t feel good. Open communication is so important.”

“Thanks. I know this was awkward.”

“No worries,” she assured him. “Oh, by the way, make sure you have some aloe handy.”

“Aloe?”

Grace held up a finger, stepped into her office, and returned with a travel-sized aloe bottle.

“Here you go,” she said, grinning. “It feels good on a red bottom.”

Avery blushed and thanked Grace, putting the aloe in his backpack.

“Now, get out of here. Try to relax and have fun.”

“Thanks. You’ve put my mind at ease,” Avery said as he packed up the rest of his things. “Oh, by the way, I confirmed all of your appointments for the rest of the week while you were, um, resting.”

“Thanks, Avery; you’re the best,” she replied, ignoring the part about resting.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The rest of the day seemed like any average day until Grace opened the news on her computer to scan the headlines. She skimmed the political news, paid more attention to the financial reports, and felt her blood pressure rise when she spotted a Breaking News Report about the supermodel, Aislyn Taylor—Mac’s sister.

The fashion world was rocked today when supermodel Aislyn Taylor was rushed to Mount Sinai West Hospital after a failed suicide attempt. Sources say that Ms. Taylor survived after what should have been a lethal overdose of fentanyl and is currently in critical condition.

Grace stopped reading and felt sick. While it was true that no love was lost between her and her sister-in-law, she still didn’t wish Aislyn any harm. She hadn’t even realized that Mac’s sister was in New York. Now, she was in the hospital a mere half mile away from Stewart House. Standing up, she moved from her office to Mac’s.

“Hey, are you busy?” she asked, trying to keep her voice from sounding as shaky as she felt.

“A little. Can whatever you need wait about a half hour? As much as I enjoyed our hot little romp earlier, it put me a bit behind,” Mac said without taking his eye off the spreadsheet on his computer.

“It can’t wait,” Grace said firmly.

Mac looked up at his wife’s face and was instantly worried. “Are you okay? Did something happen with the kids?”

“I’m fine, and the kids are taking afternoon naps under the watchful eye of Claudette. Mac, have you read the news today?”

“No. As I said, I’ve been busy catching up…”

“Aislyn tried to commit suicide.”

Mac froze. His face looked as though he hadn’t understood the words that had just come out of Grace’s mouth.

“She’s at Mount Sinai West in the ICU. She must have been in town for some modeling gig. Mac, I think we should go to the hospital. I realize Aislyn isn’t your favorite person, but she is your sister… I don’t know. It just feels like something we should do.”

Mac studied Grace’s face, took her hand in his, then stood to embrace her.

“You are probably the most compassionate woman I’ve ever known. You are right, we should go. But it irks me to know that if the tables were turned, she wouldn’t even give you so much as a thought.” Mac ran a hand through his thick, dark hair. “Fuck! You do realize we will likely run into my mother and Marcus, right?”

“I know. But we need to be the bigger people here. And you’re right; Aislyn would probably go to a bar and celebrate if I were lying in that ICU, but that’s not who we are, Mac. I’ll ask Claudette if she can keep the littles a bit longer. If not, we can pack them up and take them with us.” She paused in the doorway. “I think you should text your dad. I know he’s not Aislyn’s father, but he is her uncle, and I think he would want to know. Although he may have seen it on the news already, he should still hear it from family.”

“Good idea; thanks, Grace. I’ll have Randall bring the sedan around; we will drive ourselves there.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to have him pick us up and drop us off?” Grace asked.

“Maybe. But I’d rather drive. I’m not sure how long we will be at the hospital, and I’d like the ability to come and go on our timetable.”

Grace nodded and left to talk to Claudette.

Mac grabbed his cell and was about to text when he decided news like this deserved a call. The phone rang a few times, and when Dominic Stewart answered the phone, he sounded out of breath.

“Hey, Mac; what’s up? Everything okay?” Dom asked, panting.

“Hi Dad. First of all, why do you sound like you’ve just run a marathon? Are you alright?”

Dom chuckled. “No, son, not a marathon. Just a quickie. But no worries, we were, um, just finishing up.”

Mac felt embarrassment wash over him when he realized that his father and stepmother had been having sex. He momentarily lost his train of thought, then remembered why he had called.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but I thought you should know that Aislyn tried to kill herself while here in New York, and Grace thinks we should go to the hospital. I mean, she’s right; we should go, but, well, I just…”

“McKinley, are you okay, son?”

“I don’t even like her; why do I feel choked up about the fact that something in her life was so miserable that she felt compelled to take her own life? There was a time when it wouldn’t have bothered me so much; why does it matter now?”

“Because your wife has helped you become a compassionate soul. Regardless of how hateful Aislyn has been to you, she is your sister. And, I imagine, there are some happy memories of when you were children.”

“You may be right on the first part, but I can’t ever recall a time when Aislyn and I got along.”

“Do you need us to come to New York, Mac? Addie and I can come if you want us to.”

“No, but I’ll keep you posted. I’m okay, really, Dad. I just dread seeing my mother and Marcus.”

“I know; you’ll handle it with Grace by your side. If you change your mind, give me a call.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

As Mac said goodbye to his father, Grace walked back into his office and said, “We are all set. Claudette can stay all night if necessary.”

“Randall will have the car here in a few minutes. Should we change clothes or are we okay like this?”

“We’re fine. I grabbed us a couple of protein shakes since I don’t know when we’ll have the chance to eat anything.”

Mac tilted his head and smiled at his wife. “Well, look who’s making sure her husband gets fed.”

“I know; it’s usually you making sure that I eat. Maybe some of your good habits are rubbing off on me,” Grace said with half a laugh.

“I love you, Grace. I just need to say that out loud before we head into the storm.”

“I love you, too, Mac. We’ll be fine. We can stay as long as you want. If Lorraine and Marcus are there and making you miserable, we can leave.”

“Is my lady knight in shining armor protecting her man?” Mac teased.

“You know it.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

When they got to the hospital, Lorraine and Marcus were in the waiting room. Grace squeezed Mac’s hand and whispered, “We’ve got this.”

“Oh look, it’s my wayward son and his whore. What the fuck are you two doing here?” Lorraine asked, showing obvious signs of being inebriated.

A snarky comeback sat on Grace’s tongue, but she stopped herself. Her mother-in-law looked exhausted and had a look of genuine fear in her eyes. She tried to imagine what she would feel like if DJ or Mimi were in an ICU, and she felt a sick panic in her belly. Regardless of how shrewish Lorraine was, her daughter was fighting for her life. Have some compassion, she told herself before responding to Mac’s mother.

“We are here because Aislyn is family. We were shocked to hear of her suicide attempt and wanted to be here for support.”

“You are not family!” Lorraine fumed. “And my daughter did not try to kill herself. This was an accident!”

A doctor entered the waiting room; all eyes looked at him for news about Aislyn.

“I’m afraid this was no accident, Mrs. Stewart; Aislyn left a note. She intentionally snorted cocaine laced with fentanyl. The police can give you more details, but the only reason she is alive is because one of the other models kept Narcan in her makeup bag. She found Ms. Taylor unresponsive on the ground, administered the Narcan, and called 911.”

“So, she should be okay, right?” Mac asked. “I’m her brother,” he added when the doctor looked at him as if wondering who he was.

 “In addition to the drug overdose, your sister hit her head on the way down and has a rather large gash on her forehead…”

“Oh, no!” Lorraine interrupted. “Her beautiful face!”

“Really, Mother? That’s what you’re concerned about?” Mac asked scornfully.

The doctor raised an eyebrow and continued, “The head trauma is our biggest concern right now. She’s unable to breathe on her own, so we suspect possible damage to the brain.”

Lorraine broke down and sobbed on Marcus’s chest.

“When will it be possible to see her?” Marcus asked calmly. Grace noticed he didn’t say to see my daughter. Of course, Aislyn was not his child. Lorraine had fucked a neighbor during a Fourth of July celebration and passed her off as Marcus’s. Which wasn’t as easy as fucking Marcus’s brother, Dominic, and pretending McKinley was her husband’s sons. That had been a piece of cake since Dom and Marcus were twins. But Aislyn looked nothing like either of her parents, while her resemblance to the man who lived three doors down from the elder Stewarts was uncanny. Fortunately for Aislyn, this was why she had high cheekbones and pouty lips, even before plumping them full of Botox.

“It’ll be at least another hour,” the doctor said kindly. “I will let you know as soon as it’s okay.”

Addie Stewart was curled up next to her sexy husband, toying with the few gray hairs on his chest. “Is everything okay with Mac?” she asked, still experiencing the dreamy afterglow of hot sex.

Dom hugged her tightly. “Aislyn is in the ICU at Mount Sinai West.”

“In New York?”

“Yes. She must have been in a fashion show or something. She tried to kill herself. Mac and Grace were heading to the hospital; he said he’d keep us posted.”

Addie sat up. She’d been grateful that the phone call came in just as she was climaxing and after Dominic had emptied himself into her, though it still felt like coitus interruptus as Dom had pulled out so quickly to answer his cell.

“Oh, my God! Should we go to New York?” she asked, grabbing some tissues from the nightstand and stuffing them between her legs so that Dom’s cum didn’t make a huge mess of the sheets.

“No, I don’t think so. Mac said if he thinks we should be there, he’ll let us know.”

Nodding, she kissed him on the cheek. “Are your brother and Lorraine at the hospital?”

“I don’t know. But if they are, it should be an interesting night for Mac and Grace.”

Addie sighed. “Interesting isn’t the word I would use. I hope Mac doesn’t lose his mind.”

“He’s got Grace by his side; he’ll be okay,” Dom said. Then he pulled Addie in for a hug. “And I’ve got you by my side.”

“I know you were close with Mac as he was growing up. Were you close with Aislyn as well?”

“No, but it wasn’t for a lack of effort on my part. She’s so much like her mother in that regard. She always gave off the vibe that she was too good for anyone and had zero interest in hanging out with her Uncle Dominic.”

Addie frowned. “They sound like assholes.”

Dom laughed heartily. “Pretentious assholes, actually.”

Addie’s hand moved down his body till she found his manhood starting to recover.

“Shall we go again?” she asked playfully.

“I’m an old man, Addie. I need a little more time before he’s ready to play at full strength. Let’s eat dinner and reconvene here in bed for dessert.”

“Sounds perfect.”

Meanwhile, in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, Avery was grateful for the little bottle of aloe that Grace had insisted he bring home…