Page 121 of The Close-Up

“Come on.” I lead him to the bedroom. “We have an engagement to celebrate.”

Simon’s smile turns mischievous as I pull off my top and slide off my jeans. He starts unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“Maybe we can play a sexy game of Simon Says?” I ask.

He lifts an eyebrow. “Simon says lose the bra and panties and climb on the bed.”

I bite my lip, get all the way undressed, then jump on the bed. He eyes his laptop, which is sitting on the nightstand.

“Should we?” he asks.

I nod excitedly and make a come-hither motion with my hand. He flips on his computer and the webcam.

“Ready for a close-up?”

I wink. “Always.”

Simon rakes his gaze across my body. His eyes practically catch fire. “How am I going to make it two weeks without you?”

I yank him by the belt to the edge of the bed, then start to free him from his pants. “That’s what the video is for, silly. Just be sure to wear earbuds when you’re watching it. Wouldn’t want anyone overhearing—or seeing. Like that one time when you were at your cousin’s bachelor party in Vegas.”

His face turns red. “Can we please not make me relive the embarrassment of that? I was drunk and hadn’t seen you in like, four days.”

“I’m just flattered that you’d prefer to hole up in your hotel room and watch a video of me rather than get a lap dance.”

His hands skim along the sides of my torso before they rest on my ass. He gives both cheeks a firm squeeze. “Any time you want to give me a lap dance, I’m open for business.”

Giggling, I lean up to nibble his bottom lip.

He grins just before capturing me in another long, hot kiss. When he pulls away to look at me, his eyes hit that perfect balance of intense and tender. When he gazes at me like that, I swear I can feel just how much he loves me. Simon. My best friend, my boyfriend—my fiancé—my heart, my fantasy-turned-reality, the person I love most.

“I can’t believe I get to marry you, Naomi.”

“That goes double for me.”