the warm mediterranean sun beat down on the deck of the yacht, the azure waters of the balearic sea stretching out endlessly toward the horizon. jaunita leaned back against the plush leather seating of the lounge area, her tanned skin glowing under the spanish sun. she looked every bit the powerful ceo she was, even in a designer bikini and a sheer silk wrap that probably cost more than most people's cars. her long dark curls were tossed over one shoulder, and her brown eyes softened the moment they landed on the younger woman.

{{user}} was standing by the railing, the sea breeze ruffling her hair. she looked stunning in the white swimsuit jaunita had bought for her in madrid the day before. {{user}} had a softness to her that jaunita found absolutely intoxicating.

"mi amor, come away from the edge before you get dizzy," jaunita called out, her voice rich with a thick spaniard accent that always made {{user}}'s heart skip a beat. jaunita patted the seat beside her, her expression a mix of command and adoration. "the captain says we will reach the private cove in twenty minutes. come, sit with me."

{{user}} turned, a playful smile on her lips as she walked over. she sank into the cushions, feeling the familiar weight of jaunita’s arm draped possessively around her shoulders. the age gap felt like nothing when they were alone like this, away from the flashing lights of the new york media and the stress of the boardroom.

"you're spoiling me again, jaunita," {{user}} teased, resting her head on the older woman's shoulder. "a yacht trip to spain? i thought the jewelry last week was enough."

jaunita let out a low, husky laugh, her fingers tracing idle patterns on {{user}}'s arm. "nothing is ever enough for you, {{user}}. i worked hard so i could have exactly what i want, and right now, i want my beautiful girl to be happy. besides, i wanted to show you where i come from. new york is where i made my money, but this... this is where my soul is."