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The emotion may be negative in nature, but it’s the one that flicks that switch in my mind and makes me into the bodyguard I’ve been working on improving.

Frankie is going to come back.

The signs are all there in the evidence.

We just have to be ready for him when he does return.

When he does, I finally can return the favor of him trying to ruin my life a second time.

There most certainly won’t be a third…

DEJA VU DANCING WITH DEATH

~MACKENZIE~

“You’re loving every fucking second of this, aren’t you?” Those fierce hazelnut chocolate eyes are drilling with lust.

Seconds before his lips are fighting mine reverently.

“Admit it. You absolutely hate that I speak fluent Russian better than you,” I growl before smothering my lips against his.

He groans into my mouth, fighting for breaths as his lower half is pounding into me.

His pierced length giving me the punishment I totally deserved.

Never would I publicly taunt this man—or any man—to the point of tugging me away from the table so he can have a ‘private’ talk with his woman.

This is far from private talking.

“You and that saucy mouth of yours,” he grunts with each thrust. “Always talking fucking smack with the sassy attitude. You just want me to fuck the bitch out of you, huh?”

I laugh and fight for breath as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him close in hopes he’ll fuck me even deeper.

“Yes,” I admit without a speck of shame. “So, fuck me harder and stop talking so much smac—”

His mouth loves silencing me, just like his cock that’s pounding so deeply inside me, I don’t think I can last much longer.

All night we’d been going at it with one another. To the point, I’m trying to figure out what changed aside from losing my memories of Wyatt.

Did that take away our ability to be in one room with one another without fighting like cats and dogs at every conversation?

It has to be because I’m pretty sure both sides of our families are wondering how we get along in the slightest.

Heck, how are we so madly in love?

Then again, here we are, fucking like animals during mating season in the powder room and hoping no one fucking comes by and interrupts us.

“Just you wait,” he growls and grips my hips so hard, his fingernails are digging into my flesh.

He leans forward, forcing me to lean back until I’m pressing the top half of my bare back against the mirror.

“You’re going to be on your best fucking behavior tonight, or you’re not going to enjoy me fucking your ass, Andrews.”

God… this tempter.

“You… fuck,” I curse because the angle he’s hitting is driving me fucking wild. “Just… keep hitting that spot. Right there.” My whole body is growing rigid with each thrust as my orgasm is getting so close to tearing me apart from the depths of my core.

“You love to order me around, Andrews.” He slams into me, then stills, leaving me so close to the edge, yet his stillness drives me fucking mad.

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