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“Can I take you somewhere... private?” Before I answered, Cameron had my hand in hers and was dragging me from the crowd of townspeople, out of the tent, and back toward the house.
“Cameron, slow down.” I stumbled in the dark. The path lights were kept on low to limit the ill effects on the local bat population.
“Can’t. We’re going to be late.” She checked the time on her phone without slowing her pace.
At the house, she marched through the mudroom without taking off her boots and to my office. Her laptop, already open and turned on, sat in the center of my desk. On the screen, a zoom call was open, and my lawyer from California waited for us.
“Cameron, what’s going on?” The fine hair on the back of my neck stood on end, and the BBQ I’d eaten earlier in the night churned in my stomach.
“Zoom call.” She shrugged and waved me to one of the visitor chairs in front of the laptop in the gloomy room.
I sat; a stack of legal documents titled Phillips/Morgan Prenuptial agreement rested on the desk in front of my place, along with a pen.
Shaking my head, I shot to my feet and backed away from the papers, the lawyer, all of it. The memories of Veronica assaulted me like it had happened yesterday.
“Hey, stop.” She pressed a hand to the center of my chest. She could probably feel my heart racing from the adrenaline flooding my system.
I clutched her wrist and concentrated on her. Just her—Cameron.
The fear receded, and something else remained—something more overwhelming than my past and my shitty memories. A realization. She’d asked me to sign a prenup. There was only one reason for that...
She must have seen the moment I figured it out on my face. Because she smiled. Not a run-of-the-mill smile but a once-in-a-lifetime kind of grin that promised me the world if I was brave enough.
“I don’t want to be a lonely widow anymore. I love you and want to be with you, always. If you’ll have me.”
“Okay,” I croaked.
“And I don’t want what you have earned to come between us.”
“Sure.”
“Wilson Phillips.” She stepped back and lowered herself to one knee. I followed her down. We were face-to-face. Nose-to-nose. Kneeling. “Will you sign my prenup and marry me?”
I think I said yes before I tackled her to the thick oriental rug. I kissed every part of her I could reach. Her lips. Her eyelids. Her chin. Her neck. My hands roamed up her back and down to her ass, taking hold of my future wife like she might disappear at any moment.
“Ahem!” The laptop speakers broadcast the lawyer’s cough with startling clarity.
We froze, my hand palming her left breast and her mouth sucking on a patch of skin to the right of my Adam’s apple.
She giggled.
I dropped my head to the curve of her neck and whispered, “Should we reschedule the formalities for another day? Or do you really want to do this now and miss the fireworks?”
“Maybe reschedule.” She shifted, and my erection pulsed against her thigh. I stifled a groan.
I sat up most of the way. Enough to see over the edge of the desk and into the view of the camera. “Ron, we’re going to reschedule. Have a great Fourth.” I clicked the end call button as the first of the silent fireworks lit up the night.
Silver and red sparks cascaded through the dark sky. The wall of windows to the left of the desk framed the spectacle like a movie screen. The glow made the room shimmer and turned Cameron’s hair into spun gold.
I unbuttoned the red, white, and blue checked blouse she wore, revealing her skin inch by inch. The explosions of light turned her pearly skin yellow, then green, then purple as the fireworks flashed outside the window. Her bra followed the shirt to the floor.
“You watch the fireworks; I’m busy sucking my fiancée’s nipples.” I turned her chin so she faced the window, her profile burned into my retinas by a golden waterfall of sparks.
I laved each peak and sucked the hard points between my lips. Her gasps and moans, some from my tongue, others caused by the awe-inspiring explosions outside, were a better soundtrack than the rolling booms that normally accompanied pyrotechnics.
I pulled my shirt off, and she splayed her hands over my chest, tangling in the short hair, pinching my flat nipples. My erection pressed painfully against my zipper, and I opened my fly, seeking temporary relief.
“We should enjoy the show to its fullest.”
