The Last Escort Part Twenty-One Chapters 81-84 free porn video

Chapter Eighty-One

Mac and Grace could barely keep their hands off each other as they hurried from the pool back to their suite. Once they were behind closed doors, Mac said, “Get on the table and spread your legs for me, Grace.”

Grace was still reeling from the fact that Mac had not only made her cum in the swimming pool but that a complete stranger watched it happen and stroked himself under a towel on a lounger nearby. She wasn’t sure what had gotten into Mac, but she didn’t mind a bit.

“You were so fuckin’ sexy being a badass corporate bitch the past two days,” he said in a low growl as he slid her bikini bottoms off. “And now here you are, all mine, ready to give your body to me. That’s such a turn-on, baby!”

Grace smiled seductively. Her entire body was humming from the way he was taking charge. “My body is yours, whatever you want; however you want.”

He was already hard as a fucking rock when she added, “No limits, Sir.”

Holy shit! He was surprised he hadn’t cum in his pants when she called him Sir. He’d never been a shy lover, but he’d also never considered himself ultra-dominant either. Now he had the love of his life with her legs spread and her pussy glistening, offering herself submissively.

“My Grace; my sweet, sexy, slutty Grace. You make me think of all kinds of decadent things I want to do with you.”

“Good,” she purred. “Because I’ve never wanted anything more. I don’t want you to hold back. No worrying about my past, no fretting over how far is too far. I don’t see us as the Master and slave kind of couple. But there are times I need you to take charge and own me; this is one of those times. I promise to tell you if anything gets to be too much. But tonight, I need you to treat me like a sex toy.”

Mac felt his lust ready to take over. “I’m only going to ask once. Are you sure?”

“You opened Pandora’s box in the pool. I’ve never done anything like that. I want more.”

“Be careful what you wish for, slut.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Take off your top. I want you naked,” Mac demanded. He went into the bedroom and came out with the vibrating bullet and a bottle of lube. “Spread your ass cheeks apart for me, slut.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said as she obeyed his command.

He squirted a healthy amount of lubricant directly into her puckered hole that gaped open for him at the moment. Then he slid the silver bullet into her ass and turned it on low. He watched as pleasure washed over her face. Then he pulled up a chair and feasted on her delicious pussy. Little by little, he turned up the vibrator’s speed until it was on high. Her hips rocked, and she moaned like a needy little slut.

He licked, sucked, and nibbled until her back arched, and her climax left her shuddering. Then he did it again. And again. And again. And each time, she said, “Thank you, Sir.”

His cock ached for attention. He looked at the door to the terrace and decided it was growing dark enough to take Grace outside.

“Get off the table and go out onto the terrace. I want to use my slut out in the open.”

She didn’t hesitate at all; she simply got down from the dining room table and walked out onto the terrace. Once outside, she asked, “Where do you want me, Sir?”

Mac grinned wickedly. “Sit in that chair, slut, and open your mouth. I need your talented mouth and tongue.”

She sat down, and he walked up to her, took his dick out, and rubbed it on her face. His mind tried to tell him that this was demeaning. But his lust took over, and he remembered that she’d asked for this. He trusted that if he crossed a line, she’d speak up. The look in her eyes spoke volumes; she was enjoying this as much as he was.

“Do you want this in your mouth, slut? Do you want to suck my cock?”

“Oh, yes, Sir!” she replied quickly. “Use my mouth to make your cock feel good.”

“Open up and show me how much you want it. Show me what a good little cocksucker you are!”

She licked and sucked his rigid shaft slowly and seductively. “Oh, fuck! You’re such a little tease!”

She grinned and looked up at him with her blue eyes and said, “Fuck my throat, Sir.”

He grabbed her head, with its curls still damp from the pool, and eased his dick into her throat. She moaned, and the vibrations felt fabulous.

“I’m gonna fuck your throat, slut, since you asked me so nicely. I’m gonna use what’s mine.”

Grace nodded and relaxed her throat to accommodate more of Mac’s thick prick. He slid in further, amazed by her ability to take him like this, and moved in and out slowly.

“Fuck! You feel so good, baby!” he cried out as he picked up the pace and started fucking her throat faster and harder.

“You doing okay, baby?” he asked. She nodded vigorously.

Then he let his lust take over, and he held her head against him and pumped into her throat. The gagging noises she made were so fucking hot that he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer. He felt his balls tingle before they tightened. As they let go, he pulled out and covered her face with rope after rope of hot, sticky cum.

“God, baby, you look so hot sitting there with my cum all over your face!” Mac panted. “You were fucking amazing!”

He realized that the vibrator was still buzzing away in her ass and said, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

He came back outside within seconds and said, “Get up on the table, slut.”

With her face still covered in cum, she got on the table and spread her legs. She knew what his intentions were, and she wanted him to see that she was all in.

He took the lube and rubbed it all over the neck of the wine bottle he had grabbed. Then he slid it into her pussy and moved it in and out in slow, deliberate moves.

“Oh, God, yes!” Grace moaned. “Fuck my pussy, Sir!”

He grinned wickedly and pumped the bottle into her hard, fast, and deep. “You like this in your cunt, don’t you slut? You’re such a dirty girl, letting me use you like a fuck toy.”

“Yes, Sir! I’m your dirty little fuck toy!” Grace cried out.

He continued to ram her slutty little hole while he used his thumb to rub her clit. Within seconds, she came violently, screaming, “Oh, fuckkkkk!”

He pulled the bottle out and flipped her over. Leaving the bullet in place, he pushed his cock, now hard as a rock again, into her tight little ass.

“You wanted to be used like a fuck toy, slut. Well, then take my cock in your ass like a good girl! Beg me to fuck you harder slut!”

“God, yes, Sir! Please fuck my ass hard and deep!”

Mac pumped away while he reached under Grace and found her swollen clit.

“I’m gonna fuck your ass hard until you cum, Grace!”

Grace was panting and moaning as Mac fucked her ass like a jackhammer. When her orgasm finally ripped through her entire body, Mac emptied himself into her ass, filling her with his seed.

Eventually, he slid out and took the bullet out with him. He watched his cum ooze out of her puckered hole and grinned. “You’re so amazing, Grace. You are so fucking hot. I love you so much.”

She sighed happily as he helped her up to a sitting position. “I love you too, Mac. Thank you so much for giving me exactly what I needed. I can’t say I want to be used that hard on a regular basis, but I definitely want to make it a special on the menu!”

He laughed as he brought her into his arms. “You know that I love to make love to you slowly and tenderly too. But yeah, this was decadent. Thank you so much, Grace. I just felt like you unleashed an animal in me. Thanks for letting the beast come out to play.”

Grace suddenly stiffened, and he thought he’d said something wrong. “What is it, baby?”

She relaxed and laughed. “Look over there.”

Mac looked in the direction she was pointing and saw the man from the pool deck on a nearby terrace, naked as a jaybird, with his spent cock in his hand.

“I guess he enjoyed more free live porn, huh?” Mac laughed.

“Well, he sure got an eyeful,” Grace sighed.

“Come on, let’s go get cleaned up and figure out what to do for dinner. You have to be starving by now. I don’t want a grumpy Grace on my hands.”

“I feel like Chinese food,” she said.

Chapter Eighty-Two

Mac texted Bjorn.

Is there Chinese food within walking distance?

His reply came quickly.

Yes, Magasasa Classic. It’s about a five-minute walk. But I’m headed in that direction if you are ready to leave right now and would like a ride.

We’ll be right down.

“How quick can you be ready?”

“Do I need to do makeup and hair?

“Nope. You’re beautiful without any fuss,” Mac said.

“Then I’m ready now.”

When Bjorn dropped them off at the restaurant, Mac told him they would just walk back to the hotel after dinner.

They managed to get a table for two reasonably quickly, and Mac told Grace to order a couple of dishes that she liked, and they’d split them. She chose a shredded pork stir fry, a chicken dish with bell peppers and onions with noodles, and some pan-fried dumplings.

As they sipped tea and waited for their food, Mac gazed at Grace and said, “I meant what I said about you being beautiful just as you are.”

Grace smiled, “I was going to say something snarky, but you really do mean it, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do. Don’t get me wrong; I love when you go all out with the makeup and the hair and some sexy little dress. But seeing you in jeans and a t-shirt with just a hint of lip gloss makes me just as hard for you.”

“How can your dick possibly be hard again? You came twice outside and once in the shower.”

“How can I not be hard around you?” he asked.

Over dinner, they discussed transition strategy, wedding plans, and what they should do over the weekend. Mac watched as Grace used chopsticks as if she’d done so all her life. He shrugged it off. Another little mystery, he supposed.

The waiter came and poured more tea.

“Xiè-xiè,” Grace said. “Cèsuǒ zài nǎli?”

The waiter pointed her in the direction of the restroom. Grace told Mac she’d be right back.

He sighed and remembered Bjorn’s advice. There were going to be things about Grace he didn’t understand or that surprised him. He had two choices. He could accept her and love her with all her mysterious baggage. Or he could let her go and walk away from the best thing that ever happened to him.

Of course, there was no walking away from Grace. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t ask questions. When she returned from the bathroom, Mac asked Grace, “So, where did you pick up the Mandarin?”

She picked up her chopsticks and nibbled on a dumpling. “How about I share that with you on our walk home?” she said, not making eye contact.

“Sure,” Mac answered, letting his imagination run wild as to what her reason might be.

On the walk back to the hotel, Grace slipped her hand in his and sighed. Then, without any real lead-in, she said, “My parents worked in counterintelligence. They met on the job, working for the Defense Intelligence Agency. Their main purpose was to detect, assess, and neutralize any damaging efforts by foreign entities.”

Mac just squeezed her hand and let her keep talking.

“They never meant to have me. My mother’s pregnancy was a complete surprise to her. They agreed that she would quit working to take care of me. When I started Kindergarten, my mother wanted to start working again. So that she could remain at home to care for me, she made a deal with the CIA to use our home as a temporary safe house when they were looking to stash someone of importance for a few days or a week, sometimes longer. My father told me that we were hosting foreign dignitaries. That’s where I picked up bits and pieces of Mandarin and some of the other languages that I’m not quite fluent in.”

Mac was trying to take all this in as Grace continued.

“By the time I was in high school, my mother was working as an agent again and went on a covert mission with my father. The DIA was collaborating with the CIA and the FBI. I have no idea what the mission was, but my parents were killed when a rogue agent gave up their location. The building they were in, along with boxes of counterintelligence information, were blown to bits.”

“Oh, my God, baby!” Mac stopped, turned to face her, and pulled her into his arms.

Grace pushed away. “I need to finish.”

“Of course, go ahead. I’m listening.”

“I was staying with my mother’s sister, who blamed my father for my mother’s death. She told me I was cut from that same cloth and wanted me out of her house. I was seventeen and had no idea where to go. I crashed at a friend’s house until my parents’ lawyer found me and told me that there was a trust set up for my college education. I bounced around from friend to friend until I graduated high school early and then started college right away. Mostly, so I would have a place to live.”

Mac was amazed at how steady and monotone Grace’s voice was as the mysteries of her past came spilling out.

“I never really had time to process the fact that with my parents gone and my aunt disowning me that I was literally on my own at seventeen. I just put my head down, buried myself in learning, and latched onto the first exciting job offer once I was finished with college. And, you know how that turned out.”

Mac was silent for a moment. Then he put his arms around Grace, and he felt her fighting back the tears. “Just let it out, baby. I’m here.”

She went limp against him and sobbed; the sounds muffled as her face was buried in his neck. Mac felt his heart being squeezed and vowed to spend the rest of their lives together, finding ways to show her love and joy.

When she had no more tears to cry, she looked up at Mac and said, “Take me back to our suite and make love to me.”

Mac smiled down at her. “There’s nothing I’d like better.”

Chapter Eighty-Three

Once they were back in their room, they undressed slowly and got into bed together. Mac tucked her hair behind her ear and lifted her chin to kiss her tenderly.

“You’re so impossibly beautiful.”

“Oh, sure, with my eyes all red from crying…”

“Even with that. You just take my breath away.”

He kissed her again and cupped a breast with his hand. “Everything about you is exactly what I want and need.”

He kissed a trail down her body until he reached the soft, bare skin of her mound. Once there, he let his tongue trace sensual circles around and eventually captured her clit between his lips. She gasped softly, her hips lifting ever so slightly, and then she sighed as Mac licked and sucked so gently, she thought she might die of happiness.

His tongue darted around among her pink folds, and then he resumed sucking on her hard little nub until her hips moved in a sensual rhythm. He felt her body tense and knew she was close. So, he slid a single finger inside her, pushing her over the edge. She cried out, “Oh, God, yes!” as her orgasm rippled through her entire being, leaving her momentarily breathless.

“Oh, my God, Mac!” she whispered hoarsely. “You’re so incredibly talented in the fine art of feline dining.”

Mac laughed heartily. “Leave it to you to find a delicate way to describe feasting on your pussy.”

“I want you inside me, Mac. I want to feel you moving in and out of me and…”

She stopped, unable to speak as he sent her over again unexpectedly by rubbing the head of his stiff shaft against her sensitive pleasure button.

As she trembled, he pushed himself inside her and moved slowly in and out. He loved her like she needed to be loved and made her shudder three more times before he let go and emptied himself into her.

Mac held Grace in his arms as they enjoyed the afterglow of sweet lovemaking. They were quiet for a long time until she broke the silence. “So, what’s your favorite color?”

Mac laughed. “Blue, just like you.”

“Good to know,” she said, smirking.

Mac stroked her arm softly, “Thanks for trusting me, Grace.”

“You needed to know more about my past,” she said. “I could feel it. As hard as you were trying not to care about the fact that there was so much you didn’t know, I knew you’d feel better saying our vows if you didn’t feel like you were in the dark.”

“I appreciate it more than you know. I could have married you without knowing. But the fact that you trusted me enough to share things with me cements the bond we have in my mind.”

“It’s why I said I wanted Chinese food and why I spoke Mandarin to the waiter. I knew you’d ask a question and that it would give me a segue to talk about my parents.”

Mac kissed the top of Grace’s head. “I know that wasn’t easy. The fact that you did that for me, for my comfort level, touches me beyond words.”

She looked up at him and smiled. “It wasn’t so hard since I knew you’d be there for me.”

“Is there anything about me that you’d like to know?” he asked.

Grace nuzzled against him, “Maybe some time you can tell me how you came to be rich and successful. But not right now. I’m exhausted from all the sex and crying and more sex. I can barely keep my eyes open, and I don’t want to fall asleep during what I suspect will be a fascinating conversation.”

“You’re sassy even when you’re barely awake,” he laughed.

“Mmm-hmmm. Shut the lights off, Mac. Let’s go to sleep.”

The weekend was filled with a mix of sightseeing and wedding plans. Grace snuck off at one point on Saturday with Bjorn as he took her to pick up Mac’s wedding ring from Ole Lynggaard Jeweler’s. It was a textured yellow gold band. Simple, yet sophisticated. She hoped he would like it. He didn’t strike her as the type of guy who would wear an elaborate ring.

On Sunday, Grace and Mac signed the prenuptial agreement. Grace insisted that she didn’t want Mac’s tiny house in Queen’s Village included. But she decided it wasn’t worth arguing over, especially since she had no plans of ever divorcing. She remembered that, for her, the purpose of the prenup was so people wouldn’t accuse her of being a gold-digging opportunist. So, she agreed to everything, and they sent the papers to Michael Stone.

The transition meetings went relatively smoothly. Frederick Flemming even showed up on Wednesday to lend his support to the acquisition and to confirm that Kiersten Jorgeson was more than qualified to carry on as the head of the Copenhagen office. He watched Grace in action and was impressed. He suggested to Kiersten that she take notes on how Grace handled situations that required assertiveness.

On Thursday, the wedding guests started to arrive, and after the last transition meeting, they gathered at Nimb Brasserie for an impromptu Rehearsal Dinner. Then on Friday, Grace was treated to a spa day with Virginie, Inga, Jacinta, Johanna, and Kiersten. They enjoyed massages, facials, and mani/pedis. Adele was allowed to join for the last part and felt very grown up to be included.

While the women were being pampered, the men had a mini bachelor party. Max, Lars, Iker, Franz, Sal, and Frederick gathered to play golf, drink, and finish out the day with poker in the suite that Mac had moved into temporarily.

Grace and Mac had decided to be apart on Friday so that Saturday would be even more special. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t text each other; they agreed.

Hey, baby, did you have a fun day?

Yes, it was incredibly relaxing. How about you?

I had fun. I sucked at golf, but I did well at poker. I missed you, though.

I missed you too. I can’t believe we are getting married tomorrow!

I can’t wait to see you in your dress. Are you gonna wear panties under that wedding gown?

I’m not telling. It will be a surprise for you.

Sassy!

Always! But you love me anyway!

I do love you, Grace.

I love you too, Mac.

Phone sex?

Tempting. But it will make it that much more special tomorrow night when we make love as husband and wife if we don’t.

I hate when you’re right.

I’m always right.

I think someone needs a spanking.

Promise?

Indeed.

Goodnight, Mac.

Goodnight, Gracie.

Chapter Eighty-Four

Virginie and Adele showed up at Grace’s suite at 8:00 a.m. with orange juice and croissants. “The hairstylist and makeup artist will be here at 8:30 a.m., so I thought we’d have a light breakfast first,” Virginie said.

It helped to have them there. Grace hadn’t felt nervous at all until she woke up this morning. She had a nightmare that she had overslept and missed the wedding.

Virginie added a little champagne to the orange juice for herself and Grace. “Just a little, to help you not feel nervous,” she said, winking.

While the girls were getting ready, Mac was having coffee with Lars, Franz, and Max. “I can’t thank you all enough for agreeing to be a part of my wedding, especially on such short notice. I really appreciate it.”

Franz laughed. “We’re not here for you. We’re here for Grace,” he joked.

Lars added, “Ja, we’re here to make sure you don’t fuck things up. She’s a keeper, your Grace.”

Max nodded, “He’s right, you know.”

Mac laughed. “Yes, I do know. I am a lucky man. And I don’t intend to fuck things up. But I appreciate knowing you’ll all kick me in the ass if I start veering off course.”

“Well, gentlemen, thanks for the coffee, but I have to go tune my guitar and warm up the vocal cords,” Max said, getting up to leave.

“What will you be singing today, Max?” Lars asked.

“I’m sure Grace would kick my ass if I told you ahead of time,” Max laughed. “See you all later.”

After Max left, Franz poured himself another cup and said, “You know, McKinley, there was a time I suspected I might be walking your bride down the aisle. Of course, I had thought it would be my daughter, Johanna.”

Mac nodded.

“But I’m pleased that it’s Grace whose hand I will pass off to you. She’s a much better match for you. She makes you a better man,” Franz said. “But know this, I may just be a stand-in for her father, but if you hurt that girl, I will kick your ass.”

“I promise you won’t need to. Grace means everything to me. I won’t screw up this time.”

“Good! By the way, I think your friend Sal might be in trouble. I’m fairly certain that Johanna has already set her sights on him,” Franz laughed.

Lars piped in, “I’d bet money he’s just as smitten. What an odd but lovely pairing they’ll make.”

“It was Grace’s idea to set them up,” Mac grinned.

“Of course, it was,” Franz laughed.

At about 1:15 p.m., Virginie took Grace up to the Nimb Roof, where Lars waited with Mac for the First Look. Virginie and Lars stepped away and let the photographer snap some pictures of Mac's first time seeing Grace in her wedding gown. Her red curls were pinned up to the left side and cascaded down her shoulder. Her eyes looked bluer than he’d ever seen them, and her lips were a luscious pink that made them look more ready to be kissed.

“I’ve never seen any woman look more beautiful than you do right now. You take my breath away,” Mac said as his eyes welled up with tears.

She’d never seen him so emotional. It was making her choke up a bit. So, she opted for something she knew would make him smile.

“You look incredibly handsome. No one would know you were the same man who caused me to have a mind-blowing orgasm in that very same pool.”

His smile made his eyes sparkle and lit up his face. Her expression matched his, and the photographer captured that moment, having no idea what memory they were enjoying.

“I promise to always love you, Gracie.”

“I promise to always love you, Mac.”

“I’ll see you in the gardens in a few minutes. I can’t wait to marry you!”

Mac headed down with Lars while the photographer took a few more photos of Grace. Then Virginie helped her with her veil and walked her down to the gardens to meet Franz.

The Harmony Pavilion in Tivoli Gardens was stunningly decorated with white lilies and roses. Grace saw Franz and Adele waiting for her and Virginie. “I’d love a moment alone with the bride,” Franz said. Virginie nodded and took Adele aside to fix the bow in her hair.

Franz took Grace’s hands into his and said, “I have no doubt that your father would be so proud if he could be here. You are a beautiful bride, Liebling. I want you to know that I am honored to stand in his place today. I take this job very seriously; I will have you know. I told that man of yours that he better not fuck things up, or I’ll kick his ass.”

Grace laughed. “Thank you, Franz, I…”

She couldn’t finish. Tears threatened to spill if she said another word. Here was this wonderful man that she’d only met mere months ago, stepping in to fill a void she’d silently grieved about for years.

“Shh, Liebling. McKinley might kick my ass if he thinks I made you cry,” Franz said, offering her his handkerchief. And suddenly, she realized why it had touched her so profoundly when Mac had done the same thing. She had a vision of her father offering a crisp white folded cloth to her mother when her nana had passed away. The memory overwhelmed her for a moment.

Franz sensed he needed to lighten things up. “If you blow your nose in that thing, put it back in McKinley’s pocket instead of mine,” he said, winking.

Grace giggled. Then she took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. Then she smiled at Franz and said, “Danke, Franz. I think I’m ready to get married now.”

Franz laughed heartily. “Well, then, as you Americans say, let’s get this show on the road.”

Max sang and played a beautiful rendition of Phillip Phillips’ “Home” as his sons Noah and Elias each carried one handle of a basket that held a pillow with the wedding rings as they walked down the aisle. They were followed by his daughter, Adele, who looked more like a bridesmaid than a flower girl with her hair all done up and a bit of lip gloss. Virginie followed their children, looking gorgeous in a burgundy gown that hugged her hips just enough. He was pleased she’d agreed to let the Nimb provide a nanny for the night so that he could have her all to himself later.

Lars was waiting next to McKinley, or Mac as Grace lovingly called him, and now it was time for the bride to make her entrance.

When Franz took Grace’s arm, Max’s guitar and voice joined gentle forces on Christina Perri’s “A Thousand Years.” Mac stood waiting for her, suddenly wishing he could just whisk her away and have her all to himself. But she deserved this moment and all the moments that would follow. He could share her for the next several hours. Later tonight, when he held her in his arms and made love to her for the first time as his wife, he could be selfish and greedy.

When Franz lifted her veil and kissed her cheek, Mac saw Johanna out of the corner of his eye make seductive eyes at Sal. Grace had been right about those, too, after all. But then, she’d been right about almost everything since the first moment she walked into her interview.

Franz handed Grace’s arm to Mac and whispered, “Don’t fuck it up.”

The officiant said a lot of things about love, trust, and caring for one another. Then it was time for their vows.

“Grace, when I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were going to be trouble,” Mac started, making their guests laugh. “What I couldn’t have known is how much I already loved you by the time you walked out the door. I’ve said and done some foolish things along the way, but I hope that when my words and actions fail me, that you can see through all that into my heart. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. I promise I will never stop loving you and that I won’t mess things up.”

Max grinned at Mac, silently thanking him for changing the wording of his vows a bit since there were children present.

Grace bit her bottom lip, trying hard not to cry. She took a deep breath and clenched Franz’s handkerchief just in case.

“McKinley.” She sighed, “Mac. I love you. I think I’ve always loved you. I dreamed about you before I ever met you and knew that someday I would find you. Every bump in my road, every misstep I’ve taken, has led me right here to you. So, as much as life has thrown some major curveballs my way, I wouldn’t change a thing because all of it was worth it to end up with you. I promise I will continue to be trouble, and I will love you forever.”

Max had to dab his own eyes before he could start to sing his version of Train’s “Marry Me” softly while the bride and groom said, “I do.” And when he ended the ceremony with Ed Sheeran’s Perfect as McKinley and Grace walked down the aisle as man and wife, there wasn’t a dry eye in the garden.

The reception at Nimb Terrasse was lovely, complete with delicious food and talented local musicians. But when it came time for the bridal dance, Max took the microphone and said, “I dedicate this to McKinley, I mean Mac, and Grace.”

As Mac and Grace looked into each other’s eyes, Max sang “In Case You Didn’t Know” by Brett Young, and their guests were treated to a very tender look into how they felt about each other. If anyone doubted that theirs was a true and lasting love, it was quite clear after the bridal dance that they were meant to be together. Even Michael Stone, who had shown up as a last-minute guest, had to admit to himself that maybe McKinley had been right about the fiery redhead with the passionate heart.

"I wonder what would have happened if the escort position had been filled before I got there," Grace said wistfully as she danced with her new husband.

"There was no one else I even considered hiring. I was so grateful that you were the last escort for me to interview," Mac admitted as he gazed into his new wife's big blue eyes. "I knew that you'd be the last escort ever from the moment you said that McKinley seemed like a mouthful of a name to call out in bed."

Grace giggled, "Well, it is!"

"God, I love you, my sassy redhead," Mac said as he pulled her into an embrace as everyone clapped.

When the song was over, the musicians took over again, and people danced for the next hour. Then Grace said, “If anyone would like to join us for some rides, we have enough passes for everyone. There will be fireworks after dark, so I hope you will stick around and enjoy the rest of the night! On behalf of Mac and I, we would like to thank you all for being a part of our special day. Please join us tomorrow at 9:00 a.m. at Nimb Brasserie for brunch.”

Mac leaned in and said, “I’m dying to know, Mrs. Stewart, panties or no panties? Do I have to wait until I make love to you tonight to find out?”

“No, but you will have to wait until we are up high on the Ferris Wheel, Mr. Stewart,” Grace answered with mischief in her eyes.

Moments later, when the ride was way up in the sky, Mac slipped his hand under her dress and grinned. “Now, all I have to do is guess what color they are.”

“You can have one guess every ten minutes,” Grace teased. “And as soon as you guess correctly, you get to take me back to the suite.”

“You are a tease, Mrs. Stewart. I will start with the obvious. Are they white?”

“Nope, not a chance. But think hard because if you don’t guess within the hour, you’re going on The Demon roller coaster with me.”

“I think Mrs. Stewart is trying to earn her first married spanking,” Mac said, grinning.

“Maybe,” Grace answered seductively.