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Chapter Fifty-ThreeMac felt more content than he had at any point in his life. The day had been magical, and now his pretty red-haired wife cuddled up to him in the back seat of the car and slept peacefully.He watched Grace’s face, so relaxed in her slumber, and felt his heart bursting with love for her. “Go ahead and rest, my sweet wife,” Mac whispered. “You’ll need your strength for later.”He would, too, he realized, and let his eyes close. When he opened them again, they were back at their hotel. He nudged Grace awake and helped her out of the car.Once in their suite, Mac suggested that Grace take a bath to soothe her aching feet from all the walking they had done during their day of playing tourists.“Only if you join me,” Grace said seductively.He grinned as he stripped off his clothes and slipped into the tub with his naked, sexy wife.“My pleasure. Here, let me wash your back for you,” he offered.“You just want to get handsy with me,” she laughed.“Well, duh!” he teased as he took the lavender bath gel and lathered up her neck and shoulders. “What was your favorite part of the day?”“Hmm, that’s a tricky question to answer; there were so many unforgettable moments. I loved walking along the Cliffs of Moher with that lovely farmer from Clare. His delightful accent only made it more fun.”Mac smiled as he moved his hands down her arms and then cupped her breasts, making her body hum.“What else?”Grace moaned softly as her husband’s strong hands began to squeeze her girls playfully. “The quaint shops and pretty scenery in Galway made that part of the day fun as well. I could spend days there, honestly. It was so lovely.”Mac nodded and made a noise that sounded like he agreed, but he never took his focus off Grace’s magnificent body, all warm and wet.“I wish we’d spent more time at Kilkenny’s. There were some lovely prints there. Some that might even go well in our home.”“Mm-hmm. I like the sweater you picked out from that shop called Public Romance, although I admit to being confused as to why the clerk called it a jumper,” Mac commented as his hands wandered down to her tummy. “It’s the Queen’s English,” Grace replied as she rested her head back against Mac’s chest. “Some words are just different than Ameri… Oh, my God, Mac! Whatever your fingers are doing down there, don’t stop!”Mac grinned as he parted the soft, pink folds and stimulated her beneath the water. He was relentless, bringing her pleasure a handful of times before lifting her hips and guiding her down onto his rigid pole. He moaned when she fully engulfed him, then proceeded to thrust firmly into her. The water splashed about as he grabbed her hips and impaled her with his cock. “Oh, God, Mac!” Panting as water spilled out onto the floor, they mated as if they were wild animals in desperate need of each other. Mac bit Grace’s shoulder while he growled as he exploded inside her, both left quivering from their intense orgasms. Moments later, when Grace could finally form words into sentences again, she sighed, “The dinner at the Medieval Banquet was delicious, but this Göztepe Escort bathtub dessert was even yummier.”“I told you we wouldn’t be too tired to enjoy each other,” Mac boasted.“You were right; I should never have doubted you.”“Turn around and give me one of those aching feet. I think you’ve earned a foot massage, darling.”Grace’s moans, while he worked his thumbs into her arches, sounded nearly as erotic as they did during sex. Mac found himself growing hard again. How was it that he couldn’t get enough of her? Christ, he felt like a randy teenager at times!When Grace switched feet, she noticed the decadent erection Mac was sporting and laughed softly.“Doesn’t take much to get you revved, does it, baby?” she teased. “You’re so greedy.”“Can you blame me?”When he finished rubbing out the aches in her second foot, he pulled the plug on the tub and grabbed two fluffy towels. Mac couldn’t help but bend down and capture a nipple between his teeth as he patted her body dry.“Oh, fuckkkk, Mac! Take me to bed!”“Now, who’s the insatiable one?”Mac carried Grace to the bed, spread her legs, and devoured her, repeatedly bringing her to the edge. Finally, when she begged for release, he used his talented tongue and wicked fingers to push her right over.Once Grace caught her breath, she insisted on trading places with Mac. She licked a slow trail from base to tip while cradling his sac. Once she reached the tip, she let her decadent tongue dance around and tease him.“Fuck, Grace! You’re driving me crazy!”She looked up at him with a seductive grin as her hand gripped him firmly. After some relentless torment, she took all of him like a hungry predator devouring its prey. Not to be outdone, she edged his climax until it was he who begged her. Chapter Fifty-FourGrace and Mac slept soundly after a day of sightseeing and an evening of pleasure. They woke surprisingly early and enjoyed some tea while they looked at all the pictures Grace had taken. Taking photographs seemed to be yet another area where Grace excelled. She had captured the sheer beauty and essence of the landscape and surroundings and made him realize that it all looked even more beautiful through her eyes.Since they had run out of time the day before, Mac called the driver and asked about a trip to see some castles nearby. After some discussion, they settled on Trim Castle for the morning and Drimnagh Castle for the afternoon. Trim Castle was located on the south bank of the River Boyne. Grace was fascinated with its history, having learned that its construction by Hugh de Lacy, and his son Walter, had taken thirty years. “As a little girl, I always imagined castles to be luxurious and grand,” Grace admitted. “While this is an impressive structure, I don’t imagine it was very comfortable living here.”“Ah, you’d be much better suited to a palace, my love. All the creature comforts there,” Mac teased.“Well, less drafty anyhow,” Grace laughed.Drimnagh Castle proved to be more attractive as far as Grace was concerned. It was, of course, in Drimnagh, a Göztepe Escort Bayan suburb of Dublin.“Did you know that this is the only remaining castle in Ireland with a flooded moat around it?” Grace asked.“I did not,” Mac mused. “How does it stay filled?”“Apparently, it’s fed by the Camac River. Oh, look, there’s a school on-site here too!” “That’s Drimnagh Castle Secondary School,” their driver, Liam, explained. “It’s a Catholic secondary school founded by Edmond Rice. It’s been in existence for some sixty years. Both of my brothers and I matriculated from there. Our father did as well.”“Is it all boys then?” Grace queried.“Aye, it is.”After touring the castle grounds, Liam suggested a drive-by tour of some of the other castles in the area. Mac and Grace ended their day with a two-hour dinner cruise on the Canal Boat Restaurant, enjoying cocktails, a three-course meal, and spectacular views of centuries-old locks still operated by hand.It was a fabulous day filled with wonder and romance. The authors of stories Grace had read with Ireland as the setting hadn’t oversold its allure at all. It was a magical backdrop that made this business trip seem like so much more.That night, as they lay in bed, Mac reached for his wife’s hand, kissed her fingertips, and asked, “So, where would you like to go on our belated honeymoon, Gracie?” “This may sound crazy, but I feel like this trip has been a honeymoon. We’ve seen some incredible sights and have had some amazing sex. I can’t imagine anything better!”“Surely, you’d prefer some time on a tropical island and lay half-naked on a beach somewhere, wouldn’t you?” “Well, that does sound delightful. But if we don’t do so right away, it wouldn’t bother me. This trip has been magical, Mac. I know it’s primarily business, but we’ve managed to make it seem like a vacation. I’m content for now unless you have an urgent desire to get half-naked on a beach somewhere.”Mac gave a weak laugh as he shook his head. “You never cease to amaze me, Gracie. Most women would be pining for a secluded romantic honeymoon in the sun.”“This has been romantic, Mac,” Grace said softly. “Don’t get me wrong, in the middle of winter in New York, I might start wishing for a few balmy nights on the sea and sand. But right now, I’m happy to go home after we finish our business here in Dublin. Let’s save that fun in the sun for when we’ve had it up to our ears with snow and cold.”“If you weren’t already my wife, I’d propose right here and now.”“And I’d say yes all over again.”“We’re damn lucky, aren’t we, Gracie?”She smiled and sighed, “We are, indeed.”“Since this is a honeymoon of sorts then, what would you say to a little naughty newlywed action?”Grace laughed out loud. “Oh, well, since you put it so elegantly, why not?”“You’re awfully sassy. I think I should put you over my knee and spank that beautiful ass of yours.”Grace wiggled her eyebrows and batted her eyelashes. “If that is what my Sir wishes.”Mac grew instantly hard. He wondered why they both enjoyed these occasions when he Escort Göztepe felt the desire to spank her, but who was he to complain?She lifted her nightgown and lay across Mac’s lap, aroused by the feeling of his stiff manhood underneath her and the sting of his hand on her tender flesh.Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!“You’re such a naughty little girl, enjoying how I turn these creamy white cheeks to a bright pink hue,” Mac said seductively.“Yes! Oh, God, yes!”Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!Her juices began to flow, causing Mac’s increased arousal. He wanted to spank her more, but he desperately needed to be inside her. He picked her up and turned her, so she sat on his lap facing him. Wild eyes filled with lust while he eased her down onto his rigid pole and opened her up to accept all of him.They kissed passionately as she rode him slowly and deliberately. He increased the pace as he grabbed her crimson ass cheeks and pulled her down on him, grinding their bodies in intense pleasure.Her orgasm ripped through her body without warning, brought on quickly by the friction of their mating. As she flooded Mac’s cock with her sweet nectar, he felt his balls tighten and let go, filling her with his seed.It was hot, fast, and wildly satisfying. But then again, it was always amazing with Grace.Chapter Fifty-FiveMac and Grace arrived early on Tuesday morning to get ready for their presentation. There would be additional paperwork for the lawyers to hammer out, but for all intents and purposes, Brendan O’Sullivan’s company was becoming part of Stewart Enterprises. Brendan had agreed to run the Dublin office for as long as it took to hire and train someone to take over. Then he would be a consultant whose job was to make short, somewhat frequent trips to the European offices. That wasn’t to say that McKinley Stewart would no longer be present in his European market, but he would be able to spend more time in New York and focus on expanding some of his U. S. offices as well.In the back of his mind, Mac was setting things in place well in advance of the children he hoped to have and raise with Grace. He didn’t want to be constantly traveling abroad once a little one or ones came along. Of course, he didn’t mention this to Grace. He didn’t want her to feel pressured. He was happy to wait until she was ready to be a mom and felt confident that having Brendan in a new role would make her less worried about balancing her career and motherhood.The Dublin staff was warm and welcoming. They seemed delighted about the acquisition and enamored with Grace. After the presentation, they brought lunch in from O’Donoghue’s Bar, and they all chatted away while dining on soup and sandwiches.“Ye canno’ leave Ireland without kissing the Blarney Stone, lass,” said a woman named Brenna. “It’s only a bit over three hours, don’t ya know. It’s a touristy thing to do, but gobs of fun. If you’ve time, you shouldn’t miss it.”“Have you seen any castles yet, Miss?” one of the older gentlemen asked.“Oh, nonsense, it’s the cathedrals you’ll want to be seeing,” said another.Brendan stepped in and said, “She and her man will own the company sooner than later, lads. I think it’s safe to say that if they miss anything this time ‘round, they will be back again.”Grace nodded. “Of course, we will be back,” she said with a genuine smile. “I’ve absolutely loved our time here.”

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