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“My brothers are huge fans of Alumnos de la Plata, so I grew up watching that team. But now that Cata plays for the Golden Warriors, that’s my favorite team. Besides the Argentina National team, of course.”

“Is Cata one of your friends?” Gabo asks as we continue working on our projects.

“Yeah, she’s my best friend, actually. Her sister is married to one of Luca’s friends, and we met at a concert years ago. We’ve been best friends ever since,” I share, reminiscing about the amazing Eras concert we attended in Buenos Aires.

“Oh, so she’s Colombian, right? I heard all of Luca’s friends married Colombian women.”

“She is, and she’s the most badass soccer player I’ve ever seen. It wouldn’t surprise me if she ends up playing in a bigger league soon.”

“I hope she comes to play in Europe. You’ll see her often, then.”

My brain screeches like a broken record. “What do you mean?”

“Well, now that we’re together, I’m thinking you’ll spend more time in Europe. Am I wrong?” he asks.

I focus my gaze on what he’s painting. Today, it isn’t me; it’s a palace. He told me all about it the other day, and I’m so proud of him. I mean, a sheikh hand picked him to design a palace. Not many people are talented enough to tell that tale.

“I don’t know, G. I honestly haven’t thought that far out. Yes, we’re together and we’re having fun, but my original plan was to be here only for the summer and then open a gallery in Santiago,” I tell him honestly, forcing my brain to deal with the tough conversation I know we need to have.

He puts his pencil down, and I mimic his action, giving each other our undivided attention.

“I told you I’d be patient and show you with my actions that I meant it when I said you’re not a fling to me, but you have to meet me halfway. If your dream is still to open the gallery in Santiago, I will support you in any way you let me. I could have my interior design team work on the gallery, and I can host a meet-and-greet of new artists in Bologna or anywhere in the world you want. But I’d hope you’d consider living in Bologna for at least part of the year.

“A long-distance relationship isn’t ideal because I seem to have to be close to you all the time, but if that is what will bring you happiness, I’m willing to do it. I’d move to Chile for part of the year as well.”

This man is so incredible. Here he is, a billionaire willing to compromise leaving his empire for me. I feel like a spoiled, selfish little child.

“Don’t let this get to your head, but you’re right, G. I promise we’ll figure out a schedule that will work for both of us. The fact that you’re considering even going to Chile for me means everything. Your life is here, yet you’re willing to make sacrifices for me.”

“Are you serious, Bella mia?” Gabo says as he lunges for me, and I giggle at his eagerness.

“Why would I lie? We’ll figure this out.”

“Thank you,” he says as he kisses me, carrying me bridal style to the bow of the yacht.

“What are you doing?” I ask him, curious what he has in mind.

“Sealing the deal the only way we can,” he says as he places me gently on the outdoor sofa. His swim trunks are off and on the floor, and my bikini follows. I sit up and grab his cock to taste him, but he swats my hand away.

“I need to taste you first.” He goes down on me, and he always does a great job pleasuring me, but this time, he feels different, like an animal that has been starved for days. He flicks and sucks my clit, and I can’t help but yelp in pleasure, then he spits on my pussy.

He spits! Oh, my God.

I never thought that would be sexy, but seeing him so feral almost made me come. He continues with his assault, and when I’m feeling close to release, Gabo grabs my ass and turns me around, putting me on all fours. Damn, this man.

“Fuck, G. That was so hot.” I hear him chuckle, and the vibration against my clit gives me the push I need to jump off the cliff. He continues licking and sucking until I’m spent.

“My turn, G. And you can’t say no.” I get up and motion for him to lie down on the sofa.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says as I take his cock into my mouth. I’ve never thought cocks could be described as beautiful, but Gabo’s is. It’s thick and long with a vein going around it, as if labeling him as a stallion. I get as much as I can inside my mouth and start sucking, Gabo moans in appreciation and holds my head, trying to set a pace, and I let him. I love the way he owns me, the way he commands me in bed.

When I release him with a pop, he says, “Bella, I need to be inside of you. Now.” His tone is urgent and desperate. So I straddle him. We both moan in unison and it’s the best sound in the world. It’s incredible how in sync we are.

The sun is warm against my skin, and beads of sweat drip down my chest and fall onto Gabo’s. We’re a tangle of limbs, sweat, and arousal, and fuck if this primal sex isn’t the best we’ve had so far. Gabo starts playing with my nipples as I ride his cock, setting the pace. The feeling of being naked in the middle of the sea, having sex with the most thoughtful and amazing man on early is just like Gabo said, the only way to seal our bond.

Gabo sits up and starts nibbling at my neck. “I never thought it could be like this, principessa. Everything's better with you,” he confesses against my skin, and even though I feel the exact same way, I can’t form words. I’m too entranced by the way he’s making me feel, so I do the only thing I can manage at the moment: I kiss him. Slow and steady, matching the way his cock enters my pussy. Gabo’s hands go to my ass, pulling me flush against him, making him go deeper, which I didn’t think was possible.

When Gabo hits that magical spot inside me, a shot of pleasure courses through me, and I see stars. The sensation is so powerful that I shout the only word that seems to be able to form on my lips.

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