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tired.” She lowered
her hand to his groin and squeezed. “I’ve missed you.” She flicked
her tongue at his chin.
    Giovanni reached and removed her hand, pinning
it to the shower wall by the wrist. “Bella,” he said in a deep
earnest voice that conveyed all of what he carried in his heart for
her. Lust filled him once more, surging against his instinct to
maintain control. He ignored the invitation in her smile. “I’m home
now. It’s my job to take care of you,” he said.
    Mira looked to the water, and the scene
between them just minutes ago kept the tension mounting. Her gaze
returned to him. Pearls of moisture made her face, neck, and
shoulders, all of her glisten. “Then do your job,” she teased.
“Take care of me.”
    With his cock throbbing, Giovanni stepped back
and reached over to the silver dial and turned the shower off. He
opened the glass door and made sure she stepped out on the tile
floor carefully. The first thing he did was dry her. He took his
time to blot her damp skin, and then he used swirling wipes around
her lovely breasts and her ass, both being the most seductive parts
of her body, second only to her pussy. He brushed the thick towel
between her thighs. Mira parted them for him by resting her foot on
the toilette. One glimpse of the slight glisten of moisture between
the lips of her pussy and he froze. He sucked in a deep calming
breath and his gaze lifted to hers. She blinked down at him with
anticipation. He nearly ran his tongue into her; the temptation was
so close to his face. But he withstood the urge. Tonight wasn’t
about him. And he’d prove it.
    When he rose from his knelt position before
her, he went to the towel cabinet and selected three of the
thickest. “Spread these over the bed and lie on your stomach. I’ll
join you soon.”
    She frowned at his request and looked at him
with those questioning eyes. Giovanni’s left brow winged up over
her hesitance. “No worries, Bella, you will enjoy this.”
    She turned and walked out. What he proposed
for her this evening he hadn’t done since college. And to be
truthful, he was rarely the doer. But pregnant women needed to be
stress free, relaxed; and there was no way in hell he’d hire some
outsider, male or female, to come in and touch her body. Not the
way he intended to this evening. What he didn’t know, or remember,
he’d figure out in the doing.
    Giovanni returned to the cabinet and began to
search for oil, or lotion. He found things she groomed her hair
with but not much else. He removed her black makeup bag that was
shoved to the back of the cabinet and placed it on the sink.
Running the zipper around the circular lid, he lifted it and did a
quick search inside. A small tube of baby oil was there. It would
be perfect. His gaze then fell on a tiny velvet jewelry box. It
wasn’t the one for the charm bracelet he gave her for Christmas,
which she wore even when she slept. He inspected the box, opened
the lid and blinked at what lay on the velvet cushion. A child’s
bracelet made of gold. Carved along the white gold nameplate in
raised cursive lettering, was the word Mirabella. This was the
bracelet she lost when they first met. The one she said was given
to her by her father. He turned it over and his eyes narrowed on
the little insignia stamped on the golden clasp. He’d seen it
before. Where? Giovanni’s memory failed him. However, he was
certain of the familiarity.
    “ Giovanni?” Mira called out. “I’m
ready.”
    “ Un momento ,” he said.
Giovanni held the bracelet up against the light and squinted at the
insignia. Why the fuck was it so familiar? After a long moment of
reflection, he decided to pursue the mystery later. She waited for
him. He dropped the bracelet back in the box and placed the case
under the sink. He dried his body and slipped on his silk pajama
pants over his erection, then turned the tap water on hot in the
sink until the water was steaming. He then dropped a few hand
towels in and