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Once she has calmed her breathing, I help her get her hands against her canvas. Some of the paint is still fresh, so we’re making a mess, but when she turns to give me a smirk, that’s all the permission I need to get inside her. I don’t want to go slowly—I’m way too excited for that. I enter her from behind and start thrusting as deep as I can. Bella meets me thrust for thrust. This woman is so effortlessly sexy; it’s surreal. Her heart-shaped ass hits my hips after every thrust, and I grab her long hair, clenching it in my fist. When she looks back at me, she licks her lips. I can't help but encase her lips with mine and nip at her lower lip. Bella moans inside my mouth, and that just encourages me to thrust harder into her. After a couple more thrusts, Bella lifts her hands from the canvas and places them behind my neck. I can feel the paint on my skin, and the sensation brings a wake of goosebumps to my neck.

“Bella, I want to see you when you come on my cock,” I tell her as my dick leaves her pussy, and she whimpers at the loss.

Oh, this beautiful girl. My dick misses his cunt, too.

She holds my hand and gently pushes me down on the couch in her studio. Bella positions herself on top of me, straddling me, and my cock enters her smoothly. Her hands paint my chest as she starts riding me, and I let her set the pace—this is my favorite view of her tits, by far—bouncing to the rhythm of our lovemaking. When Bella starts making her little sounds, the telltale sign that she's close to reaching her orgasm, her walls close on my cock, and that’s all it takes for me to come with a roar, feeling her milking my release.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” I say against her head once she rests on top of me.

“It truly was,” she replies as she lifts her head, giving me a sweet and sated smile.

“Wanna go wash off in the pool?” she asks, mischief in her eyes. I get up from the couch, holding her bridal style, and run toward the pool with Bella squealing. I laugh unabashedly—I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my life.

“Are you ready for our next stop?” I ask over lunch on the terrace.

“What do you mean? I thought we were staying here all week,” Bella says as she takes a bite of her risotto.

“We could if you want, but I was hoping we could spend at least a few days on my yacht.” Bella’s eyebrows go all the way to the sky, and I chuckle at her response.

“Oh, fun! But wait a minute, does your yacht have Wi-Fi? Remember, I have work to do, and the last thing I want is for people to think I’m being favored because we’re together.” I look at her, my eyes full of mirth, and she shakes her head in amusement.

“I know I should know better—you’re a billionaire; of course, you have Wi-Fi. Plus, you seem to be the kind of man who enjoys different transport vehicles.” I smile at her assessment.

“You’re not wrong. I do enjoy my toys. And the yacht is pretty cool, if I say so myself.”

“So where would we go?” she asks, giving me her undivided attention.

“On the other side of the Adriatic Sea, there’s a small island in Croatia called Ilovik. We could visit there and also spend a few days in the ocean, with no one nearby to bother us.”

“Sounds like so much fun. But then we need to go back to the penthouse. Remember, I didn’t bring any clothes?” She gives me a pointed look.

“I know, but that’s not an issue. Remember, we won’t need clothes, anyway,” I say with a wink, and she chuckles.

“But we can go shopping before we leave.”

She surprises me when she says, “Okay!” with a shrug. I thought she was going to show more resistance to the idea. I can’t wait to spoil her.

I have clothes here at the villa, so I pack a small bag for myself. I wasn’t lying when I told her we wouldn’t be needing many clothes.

Bella decides to wear the jean shorts she wore yesterday and styles them with one of my shirts. It’s huge on her, but she looks effortlessly sexy. I’m not sure when exactly she took over my heart, but then she also went for my mind and my soul. I’m completely at her mercy—all I see is her.

On our way out, I inform Rocco and Aldo that they can go back to Bologna. Mario will go with us on the yacht. I pass my G-Wagon key to Mario, and he smirks at me.

Yeah, I’m riding in the back with Bella. Sue me, I think to myself.

“Are you going shopping with me?” Bella asks, batting her lashes. I chuckle because there’s no way I could say no to her.

“Sure, where do you want to start?”

“I don’t know Rimini, remember? You’re the expert.”

“Right. Well, let’s go to Corso d’Augusto. It’s a pedestrian street filled with stores.”

Mario nods and drops us off at the beginning of the street. I get out and then help Bella out. The first store that catches her attention is by a very famous Italian designer. There’s a dress in the window that I immediately know will look stunning on her. We go in, and she starts browsing the store, grabbing clothes here and there. From dresses and skirts to shorts and T-shirts—a little bit of everything. I ask the attendant to put the dress I saw in the window in Bella’s changing room.

I grab a champagne flute offered to me by an attendant as I get comfortable on a sofa outside the changing rooms. Who would have thought going shopping with a woman would be so relaxing? I usually despise shopping for clothes for myself, which is why I have a personal shopper who takes care of all of my clothing needs.

“Are you ready, G?” Bella asks, peeking out her door, and I smile at her. She comes out wearing the dress I chose. It’s made of pure silk with a yellow flower print. The bodice is doubled with lace, and the bottom hem is trimmed with lace inserts. I can picture her wearing this dress for a candlelight dinner or visiting a museum with me.

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