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She smiled and wiped a tear from her cheek. ‘I want that too, Lorenzo. I want us to be a team, supporting each other through everything. To fuckin’ communicate.’

I cupped her face and tilted in to kiss her with tender passion. ‘I am sorry for all the pain I caused. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I grasp now that communication is key. I promise I won’t let you down again.’

She closed her eyes, letting out a sigh of relief. ‘I believe you, Lorenzo.’

I canted her chin and bent my lips to capture her.

Before we touched, emotion welled in me. ‘Mia bella, you are mine,’ I rasped. ‘Even your name signifies you were meant to be mine.’

‘Always so possessive, Lorenzo,’ she scolded with an exasperated smile.

‘I can’t help myself,’ growling, as I melted into her, losing myself in our heated embrace.

Chapter 21

MIA

‘Icome bearing gifts.’

I stood at the doorway to Lorenzo’s office. In my hands was a tray of steaming coffee and a plate of biscotti, duettos and granelati cookies with the enticing flavours of almond, chocolate chip and pistachio lemon.

He glanced up, easing off the glasses on his nose, and I relished how his eyes warmed and mouth curved when he turned to me.

‘Come in, love.’

The man was freakin’ handsome. Who else rocked sweats, a grey tee that clung to the defined musculature of his arms and chest and was barefoot, yet still appeared like an Italian prince?

The hand that beckoned to me made me blush, recalling what those lean fingers had stroked and flicked my clit, how their pull on my nipples drove me wild.

I swallowed and inhaled, needing to calm the fuck down.

Lorenzo reclined in his chair behind his extensive work desk, eyes on me as I approached.

‘Where’s Mauri?’ I asked.

‘He had an errand to run,’ Lorenzo growled as I placed the tray down and bent over to kiss him.

Our lips melded as he raised a hand to brush a finger over my hardening nipple.

‘No,’ I commanded,’ stepping back. ‘First, you take a coffee break.’

‘Later -?’ he ventured with a smirk.

I waggled my fingers at him. ‘Drink and eat up, and you may just find out.’

He obeyed as I spotted a photograph on the surface of Lorenzo’s desk and exclaimed with joy.

It showed Bianca surrounded by four handsome Italian adolescent men.

I recognised Lorenzo in the midst of it.

‘That’s an amazing picture.’

‘We took it on a trip to Lake Como,’ he told me with a wistful smile.

‘We were all so young and carefree back then,’ he said reminiscing, ‘and everything was possible.’

Sadness came over me as I glanced at the photo once more. ‘When did she become your guardian?’ I asked.

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