Page 152 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

“Let’s take a quick photo. We are at our favorite spot. Now it’ll be all of ours,” she says.

The four of us get together, and Cara pulls out her phone.

“Say, Mrs. Sinclair!” Cara shouts.

“Wait, are you married?” Catherine asks, shocked.

“Let’s take the picture.” Luke groans.

Cara snaps the photograph, and we all separate. Luke and Catherine start to talk about what’s happening as I intertwine my hand with Cara’s.

“How are you feeling, my love?”

“Like the happiest person on the planet.”

EPILOGUE

Cara

One Month Later

“Fuck,”I moan as my fingers twist in Grant’s hair.

My legs tighten around his head as his tongue laps up my juices and between every inch of my folds. His palm starts to work my clit, and I know I’m going to be coming any minute.

“Come, love,” Grant murmurs before getting back to work.

I rock my hips into his face, and moments later, every inch of me feels like it’s coming to life.

“I’m coming,” I scream as I hold onto his hair.

Grant doesn’t let up as he continues to lick gently as I ride through my orgasm.

My legs widen and fall to the sides of the bed. Grant gets up to his knees and smiles.

“Yes. You make me come like no one ever has,” I tease.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

He collapses next to me on the bed and pulls me into his warmth. The sun shines through the window, reminding me that we can’t lie in bed all day.

“We have to get ready,” I whisper.

Grant nuzzles his head into my neck.

“We have time,” he says.

I giggle as I try to get out of his hold.

“I’m a groomsman. I have to get over to Grayson’s house.”

“We’re his neighbor, my love. It’s fine.”

Neighbors.

If you had told me six months ago that I would have been completing a mission alongside my dad’s best friend, my archnemesis, and all-around thorn in my side, I would have laughed.

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