Page 123 of Pretty Lies

Nothing would be better than this—than her. The realization slammed into Cory with a weight he hadn’t expected. He was never coming back from this.

From her.

She’d always be his end.

He would always keep coming back to her.

“Love you,” she whispered, her chest tight to his and their lips brushing when she spoke.

Every breath she panted out, he sucked in. She’d come quickly—it would take him a bit longer this time but that was just fine. Christ, her pussy would be dripping when he was done.

“I’m marrying you,” he told her.

Sure.

Absolute.

He just knew it.

The way she looked at him when he said it?

She knew it, too.

As for the rest?

It could all wait.