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There was only Mackenzie

His warers were on her chin, and he slowly turned her until she faced hi, of the way her breathing was erratic She saw the pulse at the base of Mac’s neck and—holy Christ, but did he have so sood?

He leaned down, his war her skin like a rash When his tongue darted out and licked at the corner of her ht that asm

Here In public In a bar

How the hell could he do this to her?

Mackenzie slowly straightened, his eyes never leaving hers “Spicy,” he said softly “Somehow I knew you’d be all about the spice”

She cleared her throat “Actually, I prefer honey garlic Blair’s the one who likes his wings hot”

Mac’s eyebrow rose, and he looked over her shoulder “Does he now?”

She nodded “He does”

It was kind of delicious, the way Mac was looking at her as if he wanted to devour her right there in the bar—right in front of Blair and Sal and anyone else anted to watch

She squirs It wasn’t fair, this power he seemed to have over her

“I like spice too,” Mac said softly Dangerously

“Really?” Was that her? Sounding all breathless and soft and…freaking girlie?

“Yes Really Except…”

She held her breath She waited for hih the pulsing going on between her legs was so Weren’t ovulating women horny as hell?