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“Gabo, pelotudo. You scared me.” She swats my chest as I try to hug her.

“Please forgive me. I didn’t think I was going to scare you,” I tell her, and she huffs a breath before lifting her face for a kiss.

“Give me five minutes to put on my dress and shoes, and we can head out,” she says after one more kiss, and I lustfully watch her walk back to her closet. I don’t know when we became so comfortable with each other, but all this feels so normal. Sharing a bed, having her own space in my penthouse, and having her studio in my villa—all of it feels right.

I feel my hands getting clammy and my heart racing. I’m only planning to tell her I love her, so I can’t imagine what a mess I’ll be when I ask her to marry me.

“Ready.” Bella comes out of her closet, and my brain short-circuits. She’s wearing a floor-length beaded dress that hugs her perfect hourglass figure, with a deep V neckline in the front and a bare back. Her hair is up in a chignon. She’s a fucking angel who has come to Earth to bless my life for eternity. What did I do to deserve her? Only God knows, but I’ll be thankful for the rest of my life.

“You like?” she asks, a blush creeping up her neck.

“Like? You look stunning, principessa.” I go closer to her, and once I have her hand in mine, I help her spin to see her better. She’s glowing.

“Here, I brought you something from Abu Dhabi.” We walk to a table near the sofa I have in my room. I pick up a velvet box, and when I open it, Bella gasps, and her hands cover her mouth.

“You got that for me?” she asks, incredulous.

“Of course. Let me help you.” I take out the necklace, and Bella gives her back to me, so I can clasp the necklace at the back of her neck.

“There’s only one of these in the world. Fifty sapphires and one hundred and fifty diamonds arranged in a raindrop pattern.” I place a kiss on the back of her neck once I’m done, and goosebumps appear on her skin. She’s wearing a different perfume tonight. It’s flowery and citrusy. I like it.

“Gabo, this is too much. I don’t have anything to give you,” she says as she touches the necklace, admiring it on her neck.

“You don’t need to give me anything, I simply love spoiling you,” I tell her as she turns around and crosses her arms behind my neck.

“Thank you, G. You make me infinitely happy.”

I see her eyes sparkling, and I take her lips with mine. I cradle her face with my hands and deepen the kiss. It’s tender and slow but intense and binding at the same time. I reluctantly let her lips go, and after one more peck, I place my hand on the small of her back, showing her the way to the garage.

“Which car are we taking tonight? Or is Mario driving us?” she asks as the elevator doors open.

“We’re taking the Rolls Royce,” I inform her as I get the key from the panel where I keep all of the car keys.

“Oohhh, we’re really fancy tonight. Are you sure there’s no way you’ll tell me where we’re going?” she asks as I help her get into the car. Her dress is a little tight, and as good as she looks, I can’t imagine it’s easy to sit.

“No, principessa. You’ll have to be patient until we get there,” I say as I start the car and make my way out of the garage.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Mr. Godoy. I have my ways,” Bella says while wiggling a bit in her seat.

I have both hands on the steering wheel, looking straight at the road. It’s the kind of focus I clearly need to stop worrying about how she will react when I tell her I love her. I’m a successful billionaire who has made businesses with powerful men around the world, but telling my girlfriend how I feel about her has me on edge. The power this woman has over me is something I’ve never experienced before, and maybe that’s what has me nervous. I’m playing over and over in my head how I’m going to tell Bella I love her when I feel her hand on my pants.

“What are you doing?” I ask, intrigued.

“I told you I wasn’t so sure about being patient.” The next thing I know, Bella is leaning down, her head getting closer to my lap, and ever so slowly, she unzips my trousers.

“Holy fuck,” I say, stunned.

“I told you. I have my ways to get what I want.”

Bella takes my cock out and starts moving her hand up and down my length as she puts it in her mouth. It doesn’t take me long to get rock-hard. I start breathing through my teeth and grabbing the steering wheel for dear life.

“You taste so good, G. I can’t wait to swallow every last drop of your cum,” Bella says, and I press the gas pedal. She chuckles, and it only makes me want to get deeper in her mouth, so I thrust hard, and she chokes.

“Bella, you don’t have to do this,” I tell her, worried she’s not enjoying it anymore, but she surprises me.

“I’m not a quitter, and I want you all the way inside my throat. So thrust away, G. I’m a big girl, I can take it.” Her words awake a madman inside me. I keep driving as fast as I can as I start thrusting my cock into the back of her throat. She starts moaning, and the vibration of her vocal cords is the extra push I need to jump off the proverbial cliff and empty myself in her.

“Fuck, Bella. That was the best orgasm of my life,” I say, completely satiated.

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