In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Five- Chapters 95-98 - Sex Stories

In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Five- Chapters 95-98

... wasn’t like him to ignore text messages. Shrugging, she stripped off her clothes and slipped on one of Mac’s T-shirts and a pair of yoga pants. Climbing into bed with her phone and a trashy romance novel, she planned to read until she heard from her wayward husband.

However, it wasn’t long before Grace’s libido shifted into high gear. As a naïve ingenue was being ravaged by a rugged cowboy, she found her fingers tracing circles around her nipples. As the fictional action heated up, those fingers moved under the covers and into her dripping pussy. Her hand emulated the rancher's vigorous thrusts as he stole the sweet, young thing’s innocence and made her a woman.

Grace found herself so aroused that she tossed the book aside and focused on her own pleasure. As one hand continued impaling her pussy, the fingers of the other hand played deftly with her clit until her back arched and her body trembled fiercely. She lay still for a moment, basking in the glow of much-needed release.

Merlin gave a look of disgust, turned around three times, and settled down at the foot of the bed. Grace went to clean up in the bathroom and then checked her phone. Still no text from Mac. She sighed. While the orgasm had been a lovely distraction, she realized that until she heard from her husband, sleep would elude her.

Chapter Ninety-Six

After spending a few hours with Daniella, figuring out what needed to happen first and what the next steps would be, he called around to several ...

... hotels. With a convention in town and no available rooms to be found for the night, Mac was beyond frustrated.

“How can there not be any damn rooms anywhere?” he growled.

“I thought you were staying at the Bel Air. What happened?” Daniella asked.

“Somebody fucked up the reservation and made it for starting tomorrow. I said I’d take a different room for tonight, whatever they had open, and they said the hotel was at full capacity. So, I checked with a bunch of other places and got the same fuckin’ response!”

Mac exasperatedly ran a hand through his thick, dark hair and felt his brain throbbing.

“You’re welcome to stay here for the night. I have a spare room, but it’s got a tiny bed. With your height, why don’t you take my room, and I will sleep in the guest bed?”

“I can’t put you out like that, Dani. I can sleep in a small bed for one night.”

“Nonsense. It’s not a problem for me. Don’t be stubborn, McKinley.”

With extreme fatigue and excruciating head pain double-teaming him, Mac relented.

“Thanks, Dani; I appreciate your hospitality.”

“Of course! Let me just get my stuff out of my room; then it’s all yours.”

“Fuck! Miguel has my bag. What else could go wrong today?”

Grabbing his phone from his back pocket, he saw a text from Grace—from hours ago. He heaved a heavy sigh. She had left him a sweet message that he’d unintentionally ignored. He started to reply and then decided she was probably asleep by now, and he didn’t want to wake her. Instead, ...