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“If you’re touching me, I’m enjoying.” She reached out to stroke me and I caught her wrists, turning her back to my front. I sat back and opened my legs in a V, pulling her to sit with her ass pressed to my hard-on.

I undid her fly and slid my hand inside her jeans, under her panties. Hot wet flesh met my questing fingers. I pressed her clit, and she gasped my name. Sucking her earlobe and nuzzling her neck, I rocked my cock against her.

Everything about Cameron made me excited, but touching her half-clothed on the floor of my office while fireworks lit the sky moments after she asked me to marry her might be the best yet.

“I want to hear you orgasm,” I whispered in her ear. She whimpered and shifted, already riding my hand. “Feel you come all over my fingers.”

She tipped her head back on my shoulder. I nipped at her racing pulse. Working my fingers inside her, I angled my palm to provide friction against her clit as she rolled her hips.

A brilliant spray of orange and purple burst in the sky. I picked up the pace, wanting to pull every ounce of pleasure from her body.

I loved this woman. And I loved who she made me. I’d never felt half of what I felt for her for anyone else. She was what I’d been missing. Not more money or more success. Just her.

I wrapped my arms tighter and whispered encouragements, stroking her center with hard circles that drove her to the brink.

“So close. I’m so... oh yes.” Her words trilled off into a high-pitched moan.

I sunk my teeth into her neck and pinched her nipple with my other hand. Intense gold and red sparks filled the sky, brighter and longer than the last explosions. Her panting breath changed to a long, low scream, one that made my dick weep inside my jeans. She shook and shivered, shouting out her release.

“Yes. So fucking hot. So absolutely amazing.” I held her in my arms as she fell back to earth like the fading sparks in the sky out the window.

“More, fiancé. I want you,” she murmured, still delirious from her climax.

“I’d never dream of denying you anything after you asked me to marry you. I’m yours; do with me what you like.”

She took my words as an invitation and twisted in my arms, shoving me flat on my back. She pushed my jeans down. Her hands and mouth were on me in the next moment. It was my turn to shout and pant as she sucked my cock deep, over and over. The lights dancing in my vision could have been fireworks or lack of oxygen. She was a goddess.

And if she didn’t stop soon, I’d climax before the fireworks.

I lifted her up, kissing her deep and long as I willed my body back from the edge. I needed to be inside her. Sitting up, I reached for the heel of my boot. No go.

As I fought to no avail with my footwear, she got one of hers off. Her hiss of exasperation matched my groan of frustration. Jeans and boots looked great but were damn inconvenient when you wanted to strip in a hurry.

Pushing her back, I prowled down to her feet and yanked her other boot off. I flung it away, not caring where it crash landed. She lifted her hips up, and I jerked her jeans and panties off. I didn’t give a shit about my bottom half once I freed my erection.

I had what I desired. Naked, wet, and willing Cameron.

I came down on top of her, fitting my denim-clad legs between her thighs.

The flicker of the explosions outside raced over her features. I cupped her face, our lips only inches apart. Something monumental shifted inside me.

Time stopped.

“I don’t need the prenup. I need you.” The words tumbled from my lips without permission.

“I want you and love you. I need your whole heart not clouded by a single shadow of the past. So we sign a stupid document, lock it in a safe, and forget about it.” She searched my face with concerned eyes, and her hands clutched my upper arms like she worried I might try to escape.

“Are you sure?” The unexpected vulnerability hit hard, knocking the breath from my gasping lungs.

“Absolutely. I love the man you are. Not what you have.”

Every trace of my long-held belief that I’d never have someone love me more than my money evaporated. The truth of her declaration shone from her blue eyes, a beacon pulling me toward the life I wanted.

I rocked forward, my hips fitting between her spread legs and my cock poised to enter her. Wrapping her tight, I buried my head against her neck and crushed her to me. I trembled and tried to breathe past the pain in my chest. Parts of me that had been hollow filled as I thrust home. The pain dissolved.

She wrapped her arms and legs around me tight, taking my every inch and more—she took my heart.

Outside the window, the fireworks reached a silent crescendo. The sky lit up like it was noon. But we didn’t notice. We were lost in a blinding finale of our own making. One that exploded with declarations of love and promises to share the rest of our lives together.

There would be a wedding at some point; I knew that, but in my mind, that night on the office floor, Cameron became my wife.

The End

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