19. Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Isabella Bianchi

W aking 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.

After our breathing calms from that decadent quickie, we take a quick shower and then head downstairs for breakfast. The crew is already working on their different tasks for the day with bright smiles on their faces. I'd be a happy camper, too, if my view were an endless beautiful ocean.

"What's the plan for today?" I ask Gabo after a dreamy bite of roasted salmon and capers on rye toast.

"I thought we could enjoy the yacht today, go for a swim. Have lunch on the yacht's bow. Maybe you could get some inspiration and draw something? I know I'm always inspired so long as you're with me."

I melt on the spot. "That sounds like fun. You know what? I thought about something that I consider crazy and would love to do with you."

Gabo's eyes open wide, expectant about what I'm going to say next.

"Do you have jet skis?"

"Now I feel offended," he scoffs, and I laugh.

"You're right, silly me. So maybe we ride those for a while and then we swim?"

"Do you know how to use a jet ski?" Gabo asks.

"No, but I know you'll teach me."

"You're absolutely right. Let's go. We need to put our gear on," he says as he extends his hand to me.

"What gear are we talking about, exactly?"

"Wetsuits, of course. The water will hit you like needles at the speed we'll be going."

"Hold on to you for dear life. Got it," I tell him, and he laughs out loud.

"You're adorable. Did you know that?"

"Among other things, yes," I answer.

"Yes, adorable, confident, smart, determined, sexy, beautiful, kind. Should I keep going?" he asks as we get to our room. He then goes into his closet, looking for swimsuits, I assume.

"It's doing great things for my ego, so I wouldn't mind if you keep going," I tell him with a giggle.

"I'll never stop praising you, Bella mia." He gives me a soft kiss as he hands me a wetsuitthat looks like the perfect size for me.

"Did you have this here already?" I ask, curious how he had it on hand.

"Yes, there are a bunch of sizes for both men and women. Anytime I had friends over, they could wear these. But now I'm going to order a custom-made wetsuit for you."

I chuckle at his extravagance, but I know it's a moot point to tell him no, so I leave it at that.

Gabo rides incredibly fast on the jet skis, and all I do is hold on tight to him. Even though I'm terrified of having a freak accident, I know I'm safe with him. After a few laps around the yacht, I feel more comfortable and let go of the vice grip I had on his middle. He slows down the jet ski and brings it to a halt.

"Is everything okay?" he asks, concern in his tone.

"Yes, G. Everything is great. I'm just feeling more comfortable now, so no need to hold on so tight to you."

He releases a breath and moves around the jet ski until I'm in the driver's seat. "Let's go, principessa. Take us for a ride." He places his hands on mine and shows me how to push the throttle as I let go of the brake. After a few tries, I get the hang of it and start riding around the yacht, faster each time. The time flies by, and before I know it, we're having a candlelight dinner and watching the sunset. Another blissful day with my guy.

Tomorrow, we're heading back to Bologna. Gabo has to go back to work, and I need to go back to my summer class. I've been trying to work on the project for Gabo's firm, but the man refuses to let me work. I don't want to look like I'm just taking advantage of my title as his girlfriend, so I've been waking up early to log in for at least a couple of hours of work each day.

Gabo decided to give the crew the day off so they could enjoy the island, leaving the yacht for ourselves. I've been sketching all morning. Gabo wasn't lying when he said I could get lots of inspiration here. It's been beautiful to see how the color of the ocean changes according to how the sun's rays hit the water. I've been trying to work on something I want to give Gabo for his office, but having him around all the time makes it difficult to surprise him. He has been sketching portraits of me, and I'm in awe of his talent. It's been fun getting to know each other more. I always thought I enjoyed the silence while painting, but talking with Gabo has been a nice change.

"Hey, G. What was your favorite soccer team growing up?" I ask him. It's unbelievable, but we've discussed every single topic under the sun, and we agree on most important things, yet we haven't talked about soccer. I wonder if he's not as into it as my brother Luca and his friends are.

"I grew up following La Católica , but to be honest, besides the Soccer World Cup, I don't pay much attention to soccer anymore. What about you?"

"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.

"Forever."