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"That's because I've rescheduled and canceled more meetings this week than I have in the last year." I would never tell another woman something like that.
It reveals the depth of my affection for my beautiful girlfriend. And yes, the intensity of my need.
A prince isn't supposed to show vulnerability.
Tanzi scoots around me until she's smiling up into my face, her expression filled with soft affection. "Every time you say something perfect like that, I fall harder for you. So, maybe stop?"
"No chance." And once again, I take the risk of being photographed kissing this beautiful woman in a public place.
None of the rules apply when it comes to Tanzi Menendez.
We continue to explore the park, but when Tanzi wants to take the path up to Belvedere Castle, I balk. "It's not a real castle."
"Of course not. It's too small for one, and this is New York City, for two. No royal residences here. But the views are amazing."
"You've been here before?"
"Of course I have. I'm not a heathen." Her raised brows and sarcastic look imply I am.
"We've already been over this."
"But today, you're not in meetings. So, come on." She grabs my hand and drags me up the path.
I let her. No other person would be so brash with me, but she doesn't know that. And I don't care that she doesn't. I do. And I like how she treats me like a regular guy.
"Oh, it's open," she breathes with rapturous delight. "We can go up to the terraces."
"You have the sweetest reaction to life,amore mio." I know she's from wealth.
Her clothes, manner and apartment are all dead giveaways to that. But her enthusiasm is a strong wind, blowing away my jaded view of tourist attractions and pretty much everything else.
She gave me a whole new view of the Statue of Liberty when we went to see it, telling me a story about a friend's great grandparents who were processed on Ellis Island for immigration. Tanzi's emotional reaction to the story drew forth my own.
"Is that why you call me sweet girl?" she teases.
Bellaliterally means beauty or pretty, but we use it colloquially almost interchangeably with girl or woman. Tanzi's so conversant in the language, she gets that.
"I call you sweet beauty because you are the sweetest thing I have ever tasted, and you're beautiful inside and out." So beautiful, it almost hurts to look at her sometimes.
Her eyes go all soft once more. "There you go saying perfect stuff again. Does that mean you're being literal when you call medolce bella?"
"It means that you are a sweet, sweet girl andmy beauty. My woman."
She bumps my arm with her shoulder. "I'm okay with that."
But I know she's more than okay. Tanzi loves when I call herdolce bella.
Which I prove to her a couple of hours later in my hotel suite.
Naked, her beautiful body sheened with sweat, she rides me with a slow, sensual undulation of her hips.
"That's rightdolce bella. Just like that." I squeeze her thighs, brushing my thumbs toward her center, but not touching.
Her slick vaginal walls tighten around my erection. Yes, she definitely likes being called sweet girl.
Tilting my pelvis upward, I spear deeper into her welcoming heat.
Her mouth drops open. "Ahh," she cries. "Do that again."
