Chapter Twelve

The next day was a blur. Meetings upon meetings had made that ache return behind McKinley’s eyes. The brightest part of his day had been how amazing Grace had been when he introduced her to Lars. She had been utterly convincing without going overboard.

“You’re a lucky man, McKinley,” Lars had told him. “She’s the perfect mix of sophistication and sass.”

She’d impressed everyone with her efficient professionalism and charmed them with her charismatic magnetism. They’d gotten along quite well and managed to appear to be lovers behaving discreetly. It was a successful day. Just much longer than he had hoped it would be. Now they were both exhausted, and his plan to woo her into bed would have to have to wait.

When they got back to the suite, McKinley loosened his tie and was about to pour himself a drink.

“Tea would be a better choice than alcohol,” she said gently. “Shall I make some for you?”

“No, it’s fine. I’m sure you’re feeling just as beat as I am,” he said. “We should probably head to bed.”

When Grace raised an eyebrow, he gave a weak laugh. “To our separate beds. I’m not sure I’d even have the energy to do more than fall down onto the mattress.”

She smiled. “Tomorrow’s schedule is not quite as grueling. I’ve left some Vitamin C in your room for you. Take it. And take some Ibuprofen for that nasty headache you have brewing. You’ll find some on the counter in your bathroom.”

He looked at her quizzically. “How did you manage to do all that? And how did you know about my splitting headache?”

“It’s my job to know what you need, and your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes when your head hurts,” she commented.

“You’re a clever woman. Thank you, Dr. Grace. I shall follow your instructions to the letter. If you’re still willing, I’d love some tea,” he admitted.

“Give me a few moments to get out of this dress and these heels,” she said tiredly. “Then I can make some soothing tea for both of us. No caffeine, I promise.”

He took the opportunity to undress as well, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt so he wouldn’t appear to be seducing her.

When he came out of his room, he called for her, “Where are you?”

“I’m in the sitting room,” she called back.

He climbed the single flight of stairs up to the sitting room and found her there, sitting in a rich burgundy silk robe with matching slippers. He sat down in the vacant chair and took the cup of tea she handed him.

“I feel like a bum,” he laughed gently. Then he moaned when he sipped his tea. “Oh, this is good. Perfect temp too! Usually, Alice makes the water so fucking hot it scalds my tongue.”

He hadn’t meant to bring up Alice and was instantly sorry that he had. He watched the relaxed look disappear from her face. In its place was a look of annoyed consternation.

He thought about apologizing, then decided against it. Better to just move on as though talking about Alice was unimportant.

“Thank you for today, Grace,” he said, sipping more tea. “You were amazing. Everything ran smoothly, and you made me look good.”

She smiled. “You’re very welcome. Thank you for saying so, but I was just doing my job, Mac.”

“You did more than your job, and it will make the rest of the time here in Amsterdam go much easier,” he replied. “Now that I’ve gained their trust, I can focus on the details of the acquisition without wondering if I’m stepping on toes.”

“I’m happy that the day went so well. As tiring as it was, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I enjoyed feeling like I was conducting an orchestra as they played a difficult concerto,” she said as she kicked off the slippers and tucked her feet up into the chair with her.

It was a casual move, nothing sexual about it, but Mac felt his loins stir. If he stayed here like this with her for much longer, his resolve to wait until she came to him would vanish. He finished his tea in one final gulp.

“Well, my darling, I should go to bed. And you should as well. What time are they sending breakfast up?”

“Breakfast will be here at 7:00 a.m.,” she said, rising. She took McKinley’s empty cup and her own and set them in the kitchen area. As she walked to her room, he put a hand on her arm and kissed her gently.

“Goodnight, Gracie,” he said.

“Goodnight, Mac,” she replied.

When he climbed into bed, he could still taste her strawberry lip gloss on his mouth. It almost made him want to repeat last night’s self-pleasuring. But he was even too tired to stroke his dick.

Chapter Thirteen

The first week seemed to fly by. During one particularly dull day, Grace had excused herself and made use of the spa. Hours later, she came into the final meeting looking refreshed and sporting a French manicure. He smiled, pleased that she had indulged a little.

“So, who are we dining with tonight?” he asked.

“It’s just us,” she replied.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. We were supposed to dine with Lars and his wife, Inga. But, apparently, their daughter, Elke, who was an understudy in a play, suddenly got moved up to a starring role in the lagere school production, so they had to decline,” she explained.

McKinley tilted his head. “Lagere school?”

“Primary school, or elementary school. Elke’s eight years old, so this is a pretty big deal.”

He frowned. “I’m not sure I even knew they had a daughter.”

“No worries, Mac. No one expects a man of your stature to remember every detail,” she assured him.

Still, he felt like he’d been walking in a fog all these years that was just now lifting. He shook off his feeling of ineptitude. “What would you like to do for dinner?”

“Well, you still have one meeting, but it’s a short one,” she told him. “Come to the room when you’re done, and we can decide then.”

He agreed to her plan, but he was delighted when he found pizza and beer waiting for him in the dining room of their suite upon his return.

“You are a goddess!” he said, taking her into his arms and planting a kiss on her lips. “Sorry, but pizza and beer deserve that kind of a greeting!”

“Your head doesn’t hurt today,” she mused. “I thought you might be too tired to go out. I hope you don’t mind eating here instead.”

“After a week of fancy meals and food I don’t always recognize, pizza and beer are perfect,” he grinned.

They enjoyed their casual meal, some great conversation, and some mild flirting. But eventually, they agreed to each retire to their rooms, alone.

Grace took a bath and relaxed, while McKinley watched a Rugby game on the flat-screen built into the wall. They both climbed into their respective beds around 10:00 p.m., although neither one of them was able to fall asleep yet.

McKinley picked up his phone and texted Grace on a whim.

What color nightgown do you have on tonight?

Grace picked up her phone and wrinkled her nose.

Who says I have a nightgown on?

He chuckled and typed a quick reply.

You’re very sassy. By the way, I like the French manicure. Do the toes match the fingers?

Grace giggled.

Most guys wonder if the carpet matches the drapes. Yes, I got a French pedicure as well.

So, she was in a playful mood. Two could play that game.

I’ve seen the floor. It’s tile. And spectacular tile at that!

She grinned.

It’s just been waxed too!

His cock twitched. Fuck if she wasn’t making him hard.

Maybe I should check to see if they do manscaping at the spa.

He’d wanted her to think about his dick, and he’d succeeded with that comment.

I actually enjoy a more natural habitat, just FYI.

He smiled.

Good to know.

She sighed. She wanted him, but this flirty teasing was too delicious to rush. Still, she wanted to give him hope, and she knew exactly how to do that.

It would appear that our suite in Paris only includes one bedroom. Shall I see if I can secure a second room? Or can we share a space?

He went completely hard.

Share a space?

She grinned.

Sure, you don’t mind sleeping on a pullout sofa, do you?

Oh, she was sassy!

You’re a tease, Grace Remy!

She laughed out loud.

You’re right. I am a tease. No worries, we do have two bedrooms. Keep up the good behavior, and I might be inclined to visit yours in Paris.

He wanted to go to her now. But he knew that would spoil everything. He needed to be patient. So, he posed a question.

What do I need to do to earn that privilege?

Pleased that he was willing to play along, she sent a cryptic message.

Tomorrow night, text me when you are ready for bed. I will give you instructions then.

He felt giddy.

I’m looking forward to tomorrow, Grace.

She answered quickly.

I am too, Mac.

Chapter Fourteen

The next day was filled with anticipation. Although the schedule was full, Mac didn’t seem to mind. All he could think about was Grace. Last night’s texting tomfoolery had boosted his spirits. He could only hope whatever she had planned for tonight was even better.

Once Grace had everything set for McKinley’s day of meetings, which included a luncheon with the CEO and the board of directors of the firm he was acquiring here in Amsterdam, she decided to map out her day.

Mac was sorry that his meetings didn’t include Grace today. “Will I see you at the luncheon?” he asked.

“No, sorry,” Grace said. “It’s best if your paramour doesn’t attend the lunch.”

Mac frowned. “That’s a rather old-fashioned term. Where did that come from?”

“From the secretary of the board of directors. It beats being called a whore. When I was making the arrangements, she assumed I was your admin on the phone and specifically requested that Mr. Stewart’s latest paramour not join him for lunch,” Grace explained.

Mac winced, “Grace…”

“No worries, Mac. I’m going to take the day to myself and do some sightseeing and shopping. The board seems to be a rather stuffy lot. No sense in causing them to get their panties in a bunch. To be honest, I was dreading it, and now I have time to be a tourist for a day.”

He nodded. Grace waited for him to come to her defense, insisting that she be there with him. But when he didn’t, she couldn’t help but let some sarcasm slip out, “I’m just surprised that the board members have such closed minds when I’d bet a month’s salary that several of them frequent The Golden Key.”

She left him with that thought and changed her clothes for her day in the city.

Mac sighed. He’d have to wait until the early evening cocktail party in the Conservatorium Lounge to spend any time with her. Grace had chosen it over one of the private dining rooms for today’s event because the glass ceiling and floor-to-ceiling windows flooded the space with natural daylight. With its plush sofas and coffee tables, it was the epitome of casual elegance. And, as with everything she had planned thus far, she’d been spot on to choose this venue.

Grace asked the concierge for advice on where to shop for a dress. He smiled and said, “For a fashionable woman such as yourself, I highly recommend De Negen Straatjes.”

When it was clear she didn’t understand what he meant, he clarified, “The Nine Streets. It is where trendy people shop.”

She smiled at the compliment, “Thank you!”

She looked at the map on her smartphone and decided to save The Nine Streets for her last stop. That way, she wouldn’t have to lug any shopping bags around the city.

She enjoyed the Van Gogh Museum, followed by a picnic lunch in Vondelpark, Amsterdam’s version of Central Park. In the early afternoon, she spent a couple of somber hours at the Anne Frank House before heading to look at the trendy shops of The Nine Streets.

By the time she got back to the hotel, she was in the mood for a bath. She made a final check that all was set for the cocktail party and then indulged in the tub with the lavender body gel she’d picked up this afternoon.

Having survived the luncheon, McKinley invited Lars to stay and have a drink with him. Remembering what Grace had told him last night, he asked, “How was Elke’s play?”

Lars was stunned. In all the years he’d known McKinley, he’d never once asked a personal question. “It was wonderful! She’s quite the little actress for her age. Thank you for being so understanding that we had to cancel our dinner plans on such short notice. Your lovely Grace was sweet enough to send flowers. I hope you realize what an amazing woman you have in her. Don’t fuck it up, McKinley,” Lars said bluntly.

“I beg your pardon?” McKinley was taken aback by such candor.

“I’ve seen you in New York and L.A. with eye candy on your arm,” Lars explained. “Always a different stunner with vapid eyes and the intelligence of a flea. This Grace of yours, aptly named, is an astute and clever woman. You’re not typically good with someone who challenges you the way, I imagine she does.”

McKinley was annoyed, but it was hard to be offended. “You’re quite right, my friend. And I’ve already fucked it up. I’m actually working hard to get back into her good graces.”

“Or back into Grace?” Lars said, amused at his own play on words.

Mac laughed, “Indeed!”

“Well, from what I’ve seen, she seems to have genuine affection for you. And she certainly seems good for you,” Lars noted. “I’m sure you’ll find a way back into her bed.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Later, when it was time to convene in the lounge, he looked for her, but she didn’t seem to be anywhere. Being the wide-open space that it was, it would have been hard to miss her. He shot her a quick text.

Where are you?

He felt a tap on his shoulder. “I’m right here, darling,” she purred in his ear.

He felt his cock stir. Then he turned around and felt like he’d gotten the wind knocked out of him.

“Wow,” was all he could manage to say. He was rarely at a loss for words, but she’d rendered him speechless.

She gave him an amused grin. “Thanks. I was just checking to make sure everything was set.”

“I don’t recall selecting that dress for you,” he said, finally regaining his ability to speak.

“You didn’t. I bought it today at a boutique called Anecdote. I hoped you’d like it,” Grace said.

How could he not? It was a deep, rich, green tea-length dress that clung to her body without being lewd. The back dipped down to her waistline in an elegant, flowing V-shape. He realized that to pull that off, she couldn’t possibly be wearing panties or a bra. Fuck!

He leaned in to say something vulgar about his cock, but he thought about his conversation with Lars. Instead, he whispered, “You look and smell delicious.”

Grace tried hard not to blush. She had a cocktail party to oversee, after all. But she was secretly giddy inside that the dress had caused the desired effect.

He watched as she moved throughout the lounge, mingling with those in attendance. He caught several men checking out her ass, which looked exquisite in the dress. Especially as she walked with four-inch silver heels, he thought privately.

Recalling the flirty banter of their texting last night, Mac pulled out his phone and sent her a message.

What color bra and panties do you have on under that dress?

She was too entrenched in her conversation with a member of his board of directors to notice she’d received a text. He was disappointed but knew he needed to mingle as well. He chuckled when he realized that Grace was probably right about the board members secretly patronizing The Golden Key sex club. The guy she was talking to seemed to be unable to take his eyes off her.

About a half-hour later, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out and glanced at her return message.

Who says I’m wearing a bra and panties?

He was grateful to be standing behind a chair at the moment, as his erection was almost instantaneous. He looked around the room to find Grace and saw her standing by the bar, laughing.

God, she looked beautiful! He thought back to a couple of weeks ago when he’d thought she wasn’t the most beautiful woman he’d ever taken to bed. He was wrong. But then, he wasn’t currently taking her to bed. He needed to work harder on fixing that situation.

I’d come and join you at the bar, but I can’t step away from behind this chair.

She grinned.

Oh? That’s a shame. I might have let you cop a quick feel. Perhaps another time.

Annoyed that his attention was suddenly drawn elsewhere, he thought he saw her sigh out of the corner of his eye. But when he was able to break free from his conversation, she was gone.

As the guests left, he thought for sure she’d seek him out. But she was nowhere to be found. So, he paid for the tab and grabbed his phone. He’d somehow missed a text from her.

I’m full after indulging in all the hors d’oeuvres, so I’m skipping dinner tonight. You have a reservation at the Tiko Bar with Amelia Belvidere at 7:30 p.m. She’s a charming woman, and you’ll enjoy her company. It’s business, so try to behave. When you come back to the room, text me.

Chapter Fifteen

Grace had been right again. McKinley did find Amelia Belvidere very charming, but he also discovered she had a good head for business. It seems that she’d approached Grace after one of the meetings, and she asked if she could meet with him regarding ways to make the acquisition a more seamless endeavor. Lars had originally told Amelia that her ideas would fall on deaf ears. But yesterday, he suggested that she speak with Grace Remy to arrange a meeting after all. It seems that Lars felt Mac would be more open to listening with Grace on board. He wasn’t wrong.

Mac did, indeed, listen. Her ideas were well thought out and would be easy enough to implement. Amelia, a sixty-year-old woman with a soft gray bob and a lovely figure, made a charming dinner companion. But, as delightful as the meal had been, Mac couldn’t stop thinking about Grace in that dress. Or, rather, how to get Grace out of that dress. So, he politely declined an after-dinner drink and excused himself under the guise of another meeting.

“Another meeting, my ass,” Amelia chuckled to herself. She recognized a man who couldn’t wait to get back to his woman. Perhaps she could use some of that sexual energy to convince Mr. Belvidere to skip his weekly card game, she mused.

Once Mac was back in the hotel suite, he sent Grace a text.

I’m back and awaiting my instructions.

Grace picked up her phone and sent a message back.

Am I worth waiting for? I promised myself I wouldn’t sleep with you until Paris.

He read her text with mixed emotions. On the one hand, he couldn’t help feeling disappointed that she had no intentions of being his bedmate tonight. On the other hand, Paris was only a few days away.

Who says I want to sleep? But, yes, you’re worth waiting for.

She grinned. Maybe Mac wasn’t such an asshole after all. Perhaps, they could have a bit of non-contact fun leading up to Paris.

Get undressed and climb into your bed. I’m already naked in mine.

Mac frowned. What kind of game was she playing? Still, she had piqued his interest. He’d play along for now. He did as she asked and texted her back.

So, I guess I missed being able to help you out of that dress. Okay, I’m naked as a jaybird. Now what?

She laughed. Why on earth was that even a saying?

Grip your cock with one hand and use the fingers from the other hand to play with your balls.

McKinley felt his face go flush. He’d never done anything like this before. Well, he had undoubtedly touched himself, but never at the direction of someone else. But she had said she’d be giving him instructions tonight.

When he didn’t answer, Grace texted again.

Well?

He picked up the phone.

I only have two hands, and they were following directions.

Grace frowned. She hadn’t thought about that. Perhaps she should call him. But she wanted to stir him up some more first.

Gotta love a man who follows directions. It means he’s serious about earning my pussy. You do want my pussy, don’t you, Mac?

His reply was a quickly written, two-word answer.

Fuck yeah

Grace reached between her legs. Teasing Mac was making her drip.

Good. I want your cock, Mac. I want it in so many places. I need your hands and your tongue everywhere. I want you to take me and make me cum over and over before you fill me with your seed. Or maybe you want to shoot it on my tits?

His response was immediate.

Fucking hell, Grace! My cock is so hard! Come to my room, and I will do whatever you want.

It took every ounce of energy not to race across the suite to Mac’s room.

Sorry, Mac. I can’t do that. But I can do this.

He wondered, briefly, what she meant by that. Then his phone rang. He answered.

“Hello, Mac. Are you as hard as I am wet?” Grace asked seductively.

“God, yes!” he answered. “Just come in here and let me touch you!”

“Not gonna happen, Mac. Not tonight. But I will get you off with my voice. Then you can return the favor,” she replied.

“I’ve never…I’m not…” Mac stammered.

“You’ve never had phone sex?” she asked. “Well, then it’s high time you experienced how incredible it can be. Unless you don’t want to play, I can always hang up, and we can call it a night.”

He nearly suggested doing just that, but his cock ached. If he was going to stroke himself anyway, why not do so with her voice in his ear?

“As hard as I am, you won’t have any trouble making me cum, Grace,” he agreed. “But I don’t want to disappoint you if I’m not any good at playing along.”

She laughed softly, “It’s not difficult. You just explain what you’re doing to me in your mind, and I do the rest with my hands and a toy or two. Besides, I’m wet as fuck. You won’t have any trouble making me cum either.”

“I’ll give it a try. You go first. I will learn from you. I take it you’ve done this before,” he said, trying not to be annoyed by that fact.

“Nope, you’re my first, Mac,” she admitted. “I’ve only read about it my trashy romance novels. But how hard can it be when we both want each other?”

Her first. Mac had never been anyone’s first anything. He found himself ridiculously pleased that they were both trying this for the first time together.

“Well, my cock is hard,” he teased.

She laughed playfully. “And if I were there in your bed, it would already be in my mouth.”

“Oh, fuck!” he moaned.

“Mm, that’s right, baby, stroke that cock for me,” Grace purred. “Imagine using me to please your dick. Any way you like, as often as you like.”

He put his phone on speaker and laid it on the pillow next to his ear, so both hands could get back to taking care of his rigid shaft and heavy balls.

“You need my pussy, don’t you, Mac?” she taunted. “You need my ass and my mouth too. You need to do erotic things to me that some women would object to, Mac. But not me; I’m all in. Use me however you like.”

She was making herself hot as she envisioned Mac fucking her pussy with his nice, thick cock, and her ass with a large dildo at the same time. When she told him what she was thinking, she could tell he had to ease off his stroking for a moment.

“I’ve already arranged for room service for our first night in Paris. With champagne, of course. Can you picture sliding the neck of that bottle into my hot, wet pussy?” she said, tormenting him.

“Fuck, Grace! I want to fuck you hard, and use you like a whore,” he admitted. Then he quickly added, “And I want you to cum for me again and again. I want your body to be sore from use after I fuck you like I own you. I want you limp from cumming so hard and so often.”

She rubbed her clit furiously. “I’m gonna cum, Mac. I can’t hold off.”

“Oh no, you don’t,” he said firmly. “You specifically said you were going to make me cum first. So, you don’t get to cum until I do. Get between my legs and start sucking, my sweet little whore!”

He spat on his hand and stroked his cock, imagining her sucking it hard. “Did I say you could stop touching yourself?” he asked, fully immersed in her game now. “Rub that cunt for me, slut. But don’t you dare cum. Mmm, flip over and pull those cheeks apart for me, baby. I’m gonna fuck that tight ass now.”

He gripped his shaft tighter. “Oh, fuck! God, baby, your ass is so fucking tight!”

She took the dildo and fucked her own ass with it in rhythm with his thrusts. She could ascertain his pace by the guttural sounds coming from him as he imagined himself fucking her roughly.

“God, Mac, I need to cum so badly!” she cried out. “Please, I need it! I can’t hold back much longer!”

“Not yet!” he commanded. “I want that pussy now! Flip on your back and spread your legs wide for me. I’m gonna take what you’ve been teasing me with, my little slut. I’m gonna fuck your pussy like it’s never been fucked before!”

Grace took a thicker dildo and eased it into her pussy. “Oh, fuck! Mac! Your cock! It’s opening my pussy! Fuck, I need to cum, baby!”

“Almost!” he shouted. “Fuck, your cunt is tight!” He stroked himself hard and fast while she buried the synthetic cock in her tight, wet hole.

“Fuck! I’m gonna fill you with my seed! Cum, baby! Cum with me!” he cried out.

“Oh, fuck!” she screamed. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Mac shot his load onto his own chest as he envisioned coating her tits with his seed.

Grace drenched the towel she’d be wise enough to lay beneath her, squirting her juices as she came in waves that wracked her entire body.

Moments later, they lay panting, exhausted from making each other cum so intensely. It was a very successful first-time phone sex experience for them both.

“Holy shit, Grace! That was amazing!” Mac said, his breath still ragged.

She laughed, still breathing heavily as well. “You said you didn’t know how, but you clearly underestimated your skillset.”

He smiled and said, “Thank you, Grace, this was incredible. And, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but thank you for not giving in and coming to my room. Not that I would have turned you away, but this was so special.”

“It wasn’t easy to stay away, Mac,” she admitted. “But I’m glad I did, too. I’ve got to say this turned out even better than I had expected. I’m looking forward to Paris, but I’d do this again sometime in a heartbeat!”

She was looking forward to Paris. That was music to his ears. “You were right to make me wait, Grace. To make me earn my way back into bed with you. I promise you; I won’t be careless like I was that first night.”

“I have great faith in you, Mac,” she said softly. “Now, we should probably get cleaned up and get some sleep.”

He agreed. But when he climbed back into bed, sleep eluded him. He couldn’t stop thinking about all the things they would do together in bed in Paris.