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He immediately brought platforms pumps.
I stopped to spin in front of the mirrors in a black sequin dress. “I look like a rockstar.”
“You do,” Paul mused. “I like it on you.”
Before Elio left with the clothes selection, I stopped him. “Can you get the patchwork denim and washed leather jacket up front in Paul’s size, please?”
His brows rose and he looked at Paul.
I turned and clasped my hands together. “It’s for me, please Paul. Will you, for me?”
He blew out his breath. “Fine.”
A few minutes later, Elio came back with Paul’s clothes, and I had the pleasure of watching him take off his clothes. His muscular toned body was a sight to behold.He’s so fucking hot.
I gawked at him, and he kept his eyes on me as he removed his shirt and pants.
I fanned myself. “I’m getting over heated.”
“I tried to stop you,” he mused. But he looked amazing in the leather jacket and jeans. I loved him in his tailored suits, but I also liked seeing him casual.
I smoothed the shoulders, and walked around, thinking of any changes I’d make to the fit. But hell he could wear a garbage bag and I’d lose my mind.
“I want to buy this for you. Please.”
His smile disappeared. “No. I agreed to try it on, but I don’t want you spending money on me.”
I folded my arms. “That’s unfair. You get to spend on me. Please, Paul.”
He frowned. “You just keep pushing me. Fine, but not another complaint today about whatever I want for you,” he grumped, but I kissed his cheeks.
We left for the next shop a few thousand Euros lighter, but happy and ready to do more shopping. In a clothing store, I picked up a few outfits for Mom, Dad, and a leather jacket for Xander. Paul didn’t shop for himself. Instead, he pointed at items, asking. “Do you like it, Nadia?”
Of course, he knew me well. I swooned over all the designer dresses, tops, skirts, bags and purses. On our way out of the shops, I’d find Laurence with an assistant picking up everything I said I liked.
I groaned and squeezed his bicep. “Paul, you’re insane.”
“I enjoy seeing you happy.” He kissed me.
“I’ll cook for you.” I hugged him.
“Serve it wearing a polish head scarf.”
“Ha ha,” I told him, but I put it in the vault for later.He has a fantasy.
Paul ended our shopping by going to a watch shop. He chose a few Rolexes to add to his burgeoning collection. As for myself, I chose one for my dad, which monitored not only his heart rate but his steps as well. He’d make fun of it, but I knew he would love it.
He hugged me to him and kissed me deeply.
We left for a stroll near the Spanish steps, and life was still moving ahead. We bought two scoops of gelato and people watched. We could hear languages from all over the world. It reminded me of New York City and how much larger the world had grown for me in a short time. But damn, this gelato…this chocolate is insanely good.”
“You’re making me jealous of that gelato,” Paul half-joked.
I laughed. “You’re not.”
“I am. You’re moaning in pleasure, and I want all your pleasure.”
I swirled my tongue suggestively over the spoon. “Then take it, Paul.”
