When She Fell for the Billionaire(79)

I’m his. He’s mine. Her heart ached at the sweetness of those words. His face blurred before her.

“I made you cry again.” He swiped a thumb across her cheek.

“It’s that kind of crying I like best,” she sniffed.

His lips pulled wide in a sexy grin. “Is there any other kind with me around?”

She rolled her eyes. Gorgeous, so-full-of-it, panty-dropping jerk.

He chuckled, as if reading her thoughts. He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “We’ll make it work. I have a plan.”

“A plan?”

“The yacht will be my office. I travel a lot anyway, so it won’t make that much difference if I have my base on it. We can sail to all the best sea glass beaches in the world so you can go hunting to your heart’s content. How does that sound?”

“We’ve only known each other for just a few days, and already you’re asking me to move in to your yacht? To your family slash corporate yacht?” It sounded incredible, and sweet, and awkward. “Isn’t it a bit premature?”

“The yacht will take a year at the least to build. By then, I’ll have removed all apprehensions you have about our relationship. While waiting, I can fly to Los Angeles every month to see you.”

“Build a yacht?” He wasn’t making sense.

“I’ll ask the Jagers to build me my own yacht.”

“The Jagers?”

“You’ve met them. Wolf and Johann.”

She nodded.

“Their company built the Argenti.” His hand drifted up to cup her breast. “My personal yacht is not going to be as big though. But it will still have a helipad. So we can come and go anytime we’d like to.”

“A helipad,” she said weakly as he swung a leg over her, trapping her between his thighs . “Nice.”

“And you’ll have your own studio,” he added, his hands wrapping around her wrists. “so you can work in between ports.” He pulled her arms above her head, rendering her helpless and so, so excited. “ How does that sound?”

He was making her head spin and her heart sing. “Umm…nice?” she said, because he was smug and arrogant and so sure about them. And she wanted to bolt out of bed, lock herself in the bathroom, and squee until all the giddiness in her heart had been squeed out.

“Nice?” he said in a mock growl. “That’s all you can say?”

“Actually,” she said, her smile wobbly, “your plan sounds perfect.”

“My plan is perfect,” he quipped maddeningly. “ Even the name of the yacht is perfect.”

She quirked an eyebrow.

“It’s going to be named Strega. What else?”

Sabrina laughed delightedly, and Luca looked like a proud little boy who had done a magic trick and was happy about pleasing the crowd.

“It’s a very good name for a yacht,” she said, cupping his jaw. “This witch is very pleased. Allow me to show you how much.”

She drew his head down, captured his mouth, and went about bewitching him. He gave the response of a man completely under her spell, body and soul. He hid nothing and stared into her the moment he was most vulnerable.

Look at me. Look what you do to me, his eyes seemed to say as he shattered inside her. I am completely under your power.

Sabrina welcomed his delicious, heavy weight as he collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his back and squeezed him tight. In this moment, in this room, in his arms–everything was as perfect as it could be.





Chapter 24





Markos picked up on the eight ring just as Luca was about to hang up. He was in the business center with some key Argenti staff who had been flown in to help with the fundraising party. He signaled Olivia to take over while he stepped out of the room and entered the still-empty salon next door to conduct the call in private.

“Luca,” his friend answered tersely.

“What the hell were you playing at by not telling me Sabrina was your sister?”

“We still don’t know for sure,” Markos replied curtly, “unless a DNA test is done.”

“You heard your mother.” Luca couldn’t believe Markos was still in denial. He only had to look at Sabrina, then in the mirror, to see the evidence staring back at him.

“If she is who she says she is, she’d be willing to undergo a DNA test.”

“This makes for quite a change. At least you’re not the one on the receiving end of another paternity claim,” Luca drawled sarcastically. Having come to know Sabrina over the past few days, Luca knew she wouldn’t be keen to undergo one.

Markos swore. “You don’t know how many desperate, conniving women are just out for money.”