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shuffled to the sink then shut off the stove and drained the potatoes, her head tilting back to the side as she rinsed them.
    I didn’t like when my Becs was stressed, and I planned on pampering her tonight after dinner.  Normally pampering would lead to other pampering.  I walked back behind her, running a fingertip across her shoulders.  “How about after dinner, you take a bath then I’ll give you a nice long massage.  I’ll even clean up the dishes.”
    I could sense her grin as she shook the potatoes around in the strainer.  “I could agree to that.”  I kissed her shoulder again then went to grab plates and silverware to set the kitchen island, our typical meal placement.  Becca continued making me mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables.  She had chicken roasting in the oven and the scent of the herbs was starting to waft through the air. 
     
     
     
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    I placed the last dish in the dishwasher and headed towards our new bathroom.  I think it was one of Becca’s favorite parts of the house.  We had a wonderful view of Lake Michigan.  The moon lit the gentle waves of the water and the lightness of the sand.  I walked through the master bedroom while taking off my tie.  Typically the first thing I did was change my clothes.  I hated wearing the fancy suits and shoes.  If it were up to me, I would wear basketball shorts and t-shirts the rest of my life.
    By the time I made it into the bathroom, my eye softened at the sight of Becca completely relaxed in the bathtub, located in the center of the circular room surrounded by floor to ceiling windows.  Maybe it was odd to have that many windows in a bathroom, but we didn’t have any neighbors.
    Bubbles surrounded her body as candles were lit and placed on a rectangular sofa table.  Her eyes were closed as she rested her head on the back of the tub, her hair piled high on top of her head, tendrils escaping down her cheeks.  She looked calm and at ease.  I almost didn’t want to disturb her.
    Almost.
    I proceeded to silently unbutton my shirt, not wanting to infringe on her tranquility.  Dropping my shirt to the floor, I knelt behind the white porcelain tub and my hands found her shoulders.  She jumped at first but then relaxed again.  I wasn’t going to jump in with her, not unless she asked.  I was craving a shower, personally, and I had other plans for our reunion. 
    “This is nice,” she sighed, tilting her head to the side.  I couldn’t help but take her invitation, running my nose along her neck.  “Are you going to join me?”
    “I won’t intrude on your quiet time.  I just thought I’d rub your shoulders for a while then hop in the shower.”
    Her hands found mine, stopping their motion.  She leaned her head to the side then moved one hand to my cheek, pulling my face to hers.  Her kiss was soft and sensual, gently stroking our tongues in a slow rhythmic beat.  It was sweet and loving and a constant reminder of why I fell in love with my Becs to begin with.  She was attentive and caring, everything I craved my entire life but didn’t realize it until I found her.
    She pulled her head back to look into my eyes, still cradling my face with her hand.  Her eyes formed big saucers as she stroked the stubble along my jaw.  “Please,” she whispered softly.
    How could I say no?  I stood and removed the rest of my clothing, not missing the look of satisfaction on her face.
    Yeah, you own me, my love .  She slid forward, exposing her beautiful back, silently asking me to sit behind her.  I sunk into the nice warm water, my legs finding their place on the outside of hers, using my hands to pull her back to my front.  She giggled when I did so.
    “Do you enjoy having me wrapped around your pretty little finger?”  I teased, kissing her neck.
    She giggled again then held her left hand above the water, exposing her Cartier princess cut diamond engagement ring.  “I enjoy having this wrapped around my finger.”
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