In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Eight - Chapters 107-110 - Sex Stories

In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Eight - Chapters 107-110

... 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 ...