Chapter One Hundred-Seven
As the weeks passed, Grace made several strategic moves to prepare for the birth of the daughter she and Mac so eagerly awaited. Having decided to take some extended time away from most of her duties as COO, she wanted to have certain things arranged ahead of time to ensure things continued to run smoothly.
It was no surprise to Mac that Grace had planned for just about any scenario. His wife had a keen business mind and was more organized than anyone he’d ever met. He had no issue with her taking as much time as she wanted, but it pleased him that all her preparations would allow her to do so without feeling guilty.
After an investigation showed that the fire in the L.A. office was started by faulty wiring, the insurance company paid Stewart Enterprises’ total loss claim. The recommendation was made that the building be razed, and a new one be constructed in its place. Brendan agreed to stay in Los Angeles to oversee the construction of the new building so Daniella could concentrate on running the day-to-day operations.
The European offices were all running smoothly, thanks to Grace’s suggestion that Ian temporarily step into Brendan’s traveling consultant role. While he lacked the experience Brendan brought to the position, Ian had developed an impressive work ethic since Grace had set him straight when she’d made it clear it was step up or move along. He was determined to show her that her trust in him was not misplaced. This was a huge opportunity, and he did not intend to blow it.
On the home front, Grace hired a contractor to divide the large nursery into two smaller rooms. One would remain a nursery for their new baby, and the other would be a lovely little bedroom for DJ, complete with a race car toddler bed.
The only thing that wasn’t going smoothly was their love life. It wasn’t as though they weren’t having sex. But the frequency had declined, and the vibe had become much more vanilla than either of them had grown accustomed to in their time together. Neither of them complained, but the underlying tone was one of building frustration. Mac assumed Grace would ask for more if she wanted it and was disappointed when she didn’t. Grace assumed Mac wasn’t as interested in her body, as she grew larger with this pregnancy than with the first. Both felt grateful that sex was still on the table, so they didn’t talk about what felt lacking.
But the closer it got to the arrival of their daughter, the farther apart they both felt. Grace’s usual spark had grown dim, and Mac knew he needed to do something to reignite it.
One evening, close to Grace’s due date, Mac arranged for Claudette to stay with DJ so he could take Grace out to dinner.
“Where are we going?” she asked that afternoon.
“It’s a surprise,” he answered with a grin.
“Mac, I need to know what to wear!” she argued. “Is it formal? Casual? Somewhere in between? I don’t have anything…”
“Check your closet,” was all he said before he headed into a phone meeting.
Annoyed but curious, Grace took the elevator up to their suite on the sixth floor. She opened the closet and spied a sparkly, cobalt-colored, tea-length maternity dress. Giddy that he’d thought to buy her something so pretty, she stripped off her work attire and slipped the dress on. Like a prom queen, she twirled in front of the full-length mirror and sighed. She felt beautiful and sexy for the first time in quite a while.
Mac stood in the doorway and watched his beautiful wife beam from ear to ear. He’d wanted to take her out for a special night, and she’d put him off several times, saying she had nothing to wear that fit her or didn’t make her feel frumpy. Feeling proud of himself for having hit this one out of the park, he was about to slink away so Grace could enjoy this private moment when their eyes met in the mirror.
She turned and smiled. “You are the most amazing man in the world. I won’t even ask how you managed to find a dress that not only fits perfectly but makes me feel like a goddess as well.”
Mac grinned. “You’re not the only Stewart in the family who can perform small miracles. If you look inside your top drawer, you’ll also find a lacy bra and panty set that I think will look spectacular when I take this dress off later.”
Feeling a little choked up, Grace looked at her husband with misty eyes. “I shouldn’t be surprised. You’ve been selecting my clothes and underwear since the moment I met you. But this?” She stopped, trying not to ruin the moment by crying. “This is one of the sweetest things you’ve ever done, Mac.”
Moving to her, he pulled Grace into his arms and kissed her softly. Inhaling the scent of her subtle perfume, he felt his cock stir. Would he ever stop wanting her this way? Like a man desperately trying to satisfy this unquenchable hunger and thirst for her?
Sensing his arousal, she pressed her body against his. Looking up at him with feigned innocence, she said, “You could always practice taking the dress off now.”
“Grace Remy Stewart! Are you propositioning me in the middle of a workday?” Mac teased.
She was about to laugh it off and say no. She felt beautiful in the dress but was hesitant about being naked with her extra body weight. But her pussy ached to be fucked.
“You bet your firmly toned ass, I am.”
The burgeoning fire in his loins won over the sensibility of finishing the paperwork he’d left on his desk. Only a foolish man would pass up an opportunity to bed his sexy wife in favor of work. Mac was not a fool; the forms and contracts would all still be there later—or even tomorrow. But this spontaneous moment of love and intimacy was a treasure not to be squandered.
He slowly slipped the straps down, kissing her bare shoulders as her eyes fluttered. He moved his lips along the curve of her neck as his hands grasped the hem of the dress and shimmied it up her body, which was so sexy with all its curves and soft skin. Nibbling her ear, he whispered, “Once I get this dress off, your body belongs to me, and I will do whatever I want with you.”
“My body has always belonged to you and always will,” she answered seductively.
As soon as the dress was removed and laid carefully across the chair, Mac released her full breasts from the confines of the bra. They were heavy and luscious as he grasped them with his hands, capturing their hardening nipples between each thumb and forefinger. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy, Gracie. You make me want you.”
She moaned as her body began to hum with intense need. “God, yes! Take me and use me, Mac. I need…”
His fervent kiss interrupted her pleas as two greedy fingers made their way into her panties and rubbed along the velvety, wet slit between her legs. He teased her for a moment, then added a third finger as he moved inside her already-dripping sex.
“You naughty little minx! Already so wet and ready for me, aren’t you, my little, pregnant slut?”
She nodded as she moved her body to grind against his hand as it impaled her. His mouth found her left breast, while his other hand continued its erotic torture of her right nipple. She came instantly, spraying her juices as she cried out.
Moving to the bed, he opened her legs and grinned. There were none of the usual tantalizingly teasing kisses on her inner thighs. Instead, he wasted no time, feasting upon her needy cunt without delay. His tongue probed and swirled, causing her hips to rock as she moaned like a bitch in heat. He nibbled and sucked, and soon, her back arched, and she cried out, “Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes! Now fuck me, McKinley!”
He looked up at her, his mouth frosted with her sweet honey, and chuckled, “Yes, ma’am!”
Releasing his cock from his trousers, he held each of her legs in the air as he thrust into her like a horny frat boy. The pace was fast and furious, both panting, whimpering, and growling as their animalistic lust took over.
“Fuck me, Mac! Fuck your pregnant slut!”
“I’m fucking you, baby! I’m gonna keep fucking you like the slutty little whore you are! God, your pussy is so fucking tight!”
Knowing he was close and wanting to send her over the edge one more time before he allowed his own climax, he reached between their bodies and rubbed her engorged clit. Within seconds, her body quaked as she screamed, “Oh, fuck! I’m cumming!”
“That’s right, baby. Cum on my cock! Oh, fuck! I’m gonna fill your slutty cunt with my hot seed!”
Mac’s balls tightened and let go as they came hard together. Pulling out, he wiped his cock on her tits, watching her eyes glaze over. He had forgotten that sometimes his sophisticated wife needed to be treated like a whore.
Chapter One Hundred-Eight
Moments later, when they’d caught their breath, Mac sat on the bed and pulled Grace into his arms. “We’ve been too busy lately to do this often enough, and I’ve been too careful with you on those occasions. I’m sorry I haven’t made you realize how sexy and beautiful you are, my love. I’m glad you like the dress. I’ve arranged for you to have your hair, nails, and makeup done in our massage room on the lower level. Although you look incredibly hot with my cum on your tits and running down your leg, you might wish to shower before you head down. I’ve left a fluffy robe for you in the bathroom.”
Grace smiled. “That’s sweet, but none of my robes fit right now.”
“This one will; trust me.”
Grace stood in the shower and reveled in the afterglow of hot, nasty sex while the water rained down on her, washing away the evidence. She’d been momentarily disappointed when Mac didn’t join her in the shower, but she could hardly complain. He’d given her exactly what she needed, with the promise of more.
And wasn’t that just so like him? She marveled at how lucky she was to have found a man who totally understood her varied needs—one who knew when to spoil her like a princess, when to fuck her like a whore, and everything else in between.
She thought back to the day they’d met. It was downstairs, in his office, with his bitch of an admin, Alice, trying hard to spoil things. But McKinley Stewart looked at her, and she felt all her defenses crumble. Best of all, she knew the man she wanted was there, inside him, waiting to come out and be hers. Her Mac. God, she was so fucking lucky!
After toweling off, she picked up the robe, eying it suspiciously; she’d never seen it before. It was an ultra-soft terrycloth in pale pink. As she slipped it on, she felt joy wash over her. It fit perfectly. Of course, it did; Mac promised it would. She put a protective hand on her belly and whispered to her unborn daughter, “Someday, you’ll find a man who loves and understands you as your father does me. Don’t you dare ever settle for less.”
Noticing that the dress was no longer draped over the chair, she smiled. Of course, Mac had it taken to the lower level, where her mini-spa time awaited her so that she could change down there.
When the elevator doors opened, she was greeted by three cheerful women who would spend the next couple of hours rediscovering the sophisticated wife of a wealthy man that she was, instead of the pregnant country bumpkin that she’d felt like in recent days.