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"Yes."

"Then give me two fingers and put them in for me, nice and slow."

She pushed her fingers inside of her. Her body bowed off the bed. "Oh, Domi," she said with an edge of a sob in her voice. She withdrew and then stroked deep again.

"Pull out and lick them for me. Just as I would."

She did as he asked.

"Now rub them over that tender spot. You know where" he said.

"Ohmygoodness!" she let go a short throaty groan. She used a two-finger swirling stroke of her clit, and it sent shockingly strong pangs of pleasure up through her pelvis. Her moist, sensitive, knob of flesh between the lips of her vagina, seemed to swell from the friction. Catalina drew her knees up and dropped the phone. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, and let go a deep cry of pleasure as her inner walls got steamy, hot and wet, and her release came without warning.

She turned over grunting and wheezing as her mind blinked out and her body took over. Pleasure owned her. She kept going and going until there was nothing left of her. Finally, she came to her senses. She reached for the phone. "Domi? Domi?"

"I'm here," he said in the calmest voice.

"I wish you were," she sighed in the middle of convulsing in the most cataclysmic of ways.

"Last trip, Catalina. Promise me. After this no more leaving. You're mine."

"I'm yours, Domi. I swear it on my life."

"Good night," he said.

"Night," she said and smiled. She kissed the phone--not once, but twice. Catalina lay on the bed covers bottomless for what felt like an eternity. She eventually got up and went to the bathroom. She washed up and changed into a hotel robe. When she walked back out of the room, she found Rosetta had fallen off the chaise and curled up on the floor. She was snoring. Catalina stared at her cousin and smiled. She had a good time with her that evening. Maybe Mirabella knew what she was talking about. Maybe she and her cousin would eventually have their own relationship.

She went to the closet and got out a blanket and extra pillows. She put the pillow under Rosetta's head and covered her on the floor. Whenever her cousin woke, she'd find her room right across the hall. Catalina returned to the bedroom in the suite and eased under the covers. Her life felt perfect. It was perfect. And she was so grateful.

ChapterTwenty-Three

Jean Paul Gautier

Paris, France

Catalina brushed her teeth when she heard voices outside of her bedroom door. She put on her robe and left the bathroom with the toothbrush in her mouth. Rosetta was signing for the delivery of breakfast. Catalina frowned and stared at her cousin as she escorted the delivery person to the door in nothing but her panties and the blouse from her designer dress, that barely reached the curve of her hips. She lingered at the door and said a few words to the man who had a deep blush over his face. Catalina knew the brazen display wasn't for him. She was teasing Raffaele or Paolo, whomever it was that stood outside to guard them. Catalina shook her head.

"Why would you go to the door like that?" Catalina said in disgust.

"What? This? He's a man; he's seen far more." Rosetta grinned. "I ordered breakfast."

"Go to your room and eat it," Catalina said turning to walk back inside and finish brushing her teeth.

"C'mon. We had so much fun yesterday. Let's have breakfast together. Please?"

Catalina threw her hand up in agreement. She went back to the bathroom, spit and rinsed. After washing her face, she returned. Rosetta had ordered every pastry she could think of. All Catalina wanted was coffee.

"So what do we do first?" Rosetta asked.

"Meetings. TheCarrousel du Louvreopened up last year. Mirabella has been invited to host her fashion show there. We will be doing two. Fabiana's line at the Carrousel and then Mirabella's line at the Louvre museum. So, there is much to see and do."

"But can we go to other fashion shows?" Rosetta got up from her chair and pranced over to the table where several invitations were placed. "We've been invited to Gucci, Prada, and John Galliano has invited us to two personal viewings and a fitting for you. I mean this is crazy. I have dreamed of these people. Oh and Chanel! Gautier, the House of Fendi!"

Catalina smiled. She'd been in the company of many well-renowned designers for almost two years now. And she could remember the feeling of excitement and butterflies in her stomach. Karl Lagerfeld was one of her favorite people next to Gaultier. "Pick two. Only two, and we will not only go see them, but you can get anything you want from their collection."

"I can?"

"They always offer, and this time, it will be for you," Catalina smiled.

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