Catalina and Diego never got over each other after high school, but years later they meet by chance, and multi-millionaire Diego sweeps her off of her feet.
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Diego and Catali...
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As we walk down the stairs of the private jet at the executive airport in Tampa, I look at Diego. The man who's ravished me for more than forty-eight hours. The guy who's made me breathless, made me laugh until I snorted. Made me beg for his touch.
"You've ruined me."
"How?" he grins. The sun is low in the sky, waning with a fire-red orb over the flat Florida landscape. He's wearing dark sunglasses. The combination of the shades, his black t-shirt, and his dark stubble are devastating.
"I'll never want to fly commercial again."
"Oh. I thought maybe you were going to say I'd ruined you for all other men."
I laugh. "Well, that's a given."
The valet pulls around his Porsche SUV, and as Diego's putting my bags in the trunk, I call out. "Babe, can you grab my phone?"
Diego slams the trunk. "Sorry. Too late. Let's get going, I don't feel like searching through everything now."
"Okay," I say. No matter. I kind of don't want to get back to real life, anyway. It's been really nice unplugging for two days. Although I am curious about the metrics of all the social media posts I'd scheduled over the weekend, especially that Instagram photo series of Sawyer, Liam and Zelda wearing funny hats and playing on the beach. I'd noticed that we were getting a lot of hits from teen girls, the more I posted photos of Liam and Sawyer shirtless.
I'm silent as we cross the bridge over Tampa Bay. Smiling, I take his hand.
"I can't wait to see Zelda. I want to squeeze that little face."
"Cata, I was thinking..."
I turn to him. The sunset makes his tanned skin glow. "About?"
"I want to stay at your house tonight."
"Oh." I'm taken aback. "I really wanted to see Zelda, though. I hope she's okay with us being gone. I'll bet she misses us. "
"I'm sure she's fine. We'll call the guys as soon as we get to your house."
"Why can't we stay at your place?" I ask.
He shrugs. "I guess, I dunno, I want the feeling of sleeping in your bed with you. Like we did when your parents went away. There's something kind of taboo about it. Like we're sneaking around."
I laugh. "But Diego, I'm the only one at the house now. We're not sneaking around on anyone."
He kisses my hand again. "I know. But indulge my fantasy, okay?"
I lean my head back into the soft leather seat. I can't argue with that simple request, not when he sounds so sexy.
"Thank you, sweet boy."
"For what?"
"For everything."
He kisses my fingers one by one. This kind of affection is exactly what I've been missing.
