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“Do you like it?” I ask her. Her blinding smile is all I need as an answer. “You look stunning, principessa.”

She winks at me and goes back to the changing room. She tries on more dresses and looks absolutely mesmerizing in every single one. Once she’s satisfied with a pile of clothes that’s taller than her, we go to the cashier to pay. She tries to get her wallet out of her purse, but I place my hand on her forearm. She looks up at me, confused.

“You’re not paying, Bella. This is on me.”

“But I can pay for it, you know?”

I smile at her as I pass my black Amex to the clerk. “I know you can, but I want to spoil you, principessa.”

She closes her eyes as a timid smile forms on her lips. Resting her forehead to my chest, she murmurs, “Thank you for taking such good care of me, G.”

I place a kiss on her head and grab the bags to go to the next store.

By the time we’re done shopping, we’re starving. We grab a table at a small cafe nearby, and Bella sits as she tells me, “Just feed me, G. My legs are killing me.”

I chuckle at her antics but go inside and place an order for coffee and sliders.

“We’ll just have an appetizer to tide us over. Dinner is ready and waiting for us on the yacht,” I inform her, and she does her happy dance in her seat.

“I’m so excited, G. I’ve never been on a yacht.” I love her honesty; no need to pretend to be someone she’s not.

“Is there something crazy or over the top that you have always wanted to do?” I ask.

She thinks it over as the coffee and appetizers are delivered to our table. “Not really. I love the things I do. Namely, painting and dancing. But I’ve never considered doing something extreme, like jumping off a bridge or out of a plane. What about you?”

“I’ve always wanted to climb a mountain. I’m not sure if it’s a snow mountain or just a regular one,” I confess, feeling a blush creep up my face. She looks at me, analyzing me.

“I’m sorry, that sounded more adventurous in my mind. I guess maybe jumping off a cliff would be another cool thing to do,” I say as I take a sip of my coffee.

“You don’t need to apologize. If you think climbing a mountain is adventurous, then it is. I would totally do that with you. Jumping off a cliff, however? I’ll wait for you on the yacht or something.”

I throw my head back in laughter. “It’s a deal. Maybe we should visit Gio sometime. From what I understand, he doesn’t live far from the Blue Ridge Mountains.”

“That would be lovely. Maybe he would even hike with us.” I see the longing in her eyes; she misses her family. I make a mental note to suggest visiting her siblings as often as possible once I ask her to move in with me.

“Ready, boss?” Mario appears behind Bella, startling me. I look at her, and she’s done eating her slider.

“Is everything alright?” I ask Mario as I get up from my seat, and Bella comes to stand next to me.

“Yes, of course. It’s just the area is getting a little crowded, and we don’t have backup. It’s best to be safe.”

“Understood,” I say as I place my arm around Bella’s back and start walking toward the car. I can’t wait to be alone with her again and have her wear the lingerie we bought with a pair of fuck me stilettos.

Chapter 18

Isabella Bianchi

Waking up on Gabo’s yacht was surreal. The main suite is on the top level and features 180-degree windows. We forgot to close the shades last night since we couldn’t take each other’s clothes off fast enough after dinner.

The crew was waiting for us on the main deck. At first, I felt self-conscious that all these people would hear me moaning all week long, but then they disappeared into their quarters, and I swear the only thing we could hear was the ocean. The yacht is ninety feet long and has a ten-man crew, which explains why I felt like we were alone. It’s huge.

It was a beautiful, clear night. That’s why we left the shades up we wanted the moonlight to be the only witness of our passion. Neither of us has said the words yet, but I know that’s the way we both feel. No matter how much I try to keep my feelings at bay, every time I see him, my heart makes a somersault. Gabo is the man of my life. I’m still scared about being in a relationship and potentially hurting each other, especially if we have kids. But this incredible man, with his wit and charm, has taken up residence in my heart.

“Good morning, principessa. Are you ready for an ocean day?” Gabo asks, pulling me close to him. My back is to his front, and I can feel his hard length between my ass cheeks. We fell asleep naked. I shake my ass, making him groan, and I giggle.

“Do you want to take care of that before we go downstairs for breakfast?” I ask him, his hand on my breast already.

“I always want you,” he whispers in my ear as he enters me from behind. I hope this feeling of belonging every time I’m with him never goes away. It makes sex that much more special.

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