EPILOGUE
MACKENZIE
ONE YEAR LATER
“You’re gonna wake her up,” I whisper-hiss as my eyelids fight to stay open.
“Then you better stay quiet, Mrs. Harding.” Grayson kisses his way up between my thighs. “Don’t scream.”
“Easy for you to say,” I groan as he swipes his tongue over my c**t.
Though I really could’ve used another thirty minutes of sleep, waking up to my husband between my legs is worth it. However, ever since we got Amora, I’m more cautious of how loud we are. The little girl has been through enough during her life, and the last thing I want is for her to hear her foster parents having s*x.
Grayson thrusts two fingers inside me as he licks my p***y, bringing me closer to the edge. I reach for a pillow and place it over my head as I moan out in pleasure.
“Come on my tongue,
