Page 16 of Backstage with a Billionaire Rockstar

I stop breathing for a moment, being taken back in time to when that nickname made me lose control like I never have before.

“Let me hear you, darlin’,” Evan growls into my ear while thrusting his hips in and out of me frantically.

My pussy clenches around his cock, pleasure building and building until there’s no possible way it can go any higher. I’m a mess, my legs shaking uncontrollably from the way he makes my body feel, and every time he moves, I can hear evidence of my arousal.

Every time he slams himself into me, my release pushes to the edge another inch until it’s teetering over it. One more thrust, and it’ll fall, I’m sure of it.

I’ve never been more thankful that I took a risk than I am right now.

“That’s it,” he rasps into my ear, pushing my legs back as far as they will go so he can get closer to me. I moan loudly as he grinds his hips into me in slow circles. “Come for me, darlin’.”

Just like that, I explode and scream out his name into the dark room. My vision whitens, everything around us but him fading into the background, and I watch as he groans before jerking with his own release.

A finger snaps in front of my face, pulling me from the memory, and I find Evan looking at me with a grin on his face. My face heats, and I glance around, becoming confused that it’s now empty.

Where the hell did everyone go?

I look down, noting that the paper is still in my hand and not in Evan’s, then I hurriedly shove into his chest before attempting to walk away. Instead of allowing me to walk away, Evan’s fingers wrap around my wrist and he spins me around to face him.

There’s a smirk on his face as he looks at me. “Like what you see, darlin’?”

He has no clue what he’s doing to me. I rub my thighs together as discreetly as I can, but his gaze dips down at the movement and he loosens his hold on my wrist. It would be wise if I backed away, put the necessary distance between us, but I can’t get my feet to move.

“Evan,” I whisper.

My phone pings, forcing me out of the moment, and I back away from him immediately with a frown. When I walk over to the device, it’s nothing more than a simple Apple News notification that I don’t care about – thank goodness it interrupted what would’ve been a mistake.

I clear my throat and look at him, my professional demeanor back in place where it should’ve been all along. “Take a look at that.”

He does, his eyebrows dipping at the message, then looks up at me. “What the hell is this?”

“I was hoping you could enlighten me.”

I crossed my arms, my mind already racing through possibilities. "We need to compile a list of everyone who's had access to the tour bus and venues. I'll need to interview the crew, maybe set up additional surveillance."

I met Evan's eyes, my tone serious. "And you need to start remembering every interaction, every fan encounter that felt off. No detail is too small.”

“If I could, Mia, trust me… I would.” He shakes his head, reading the words over and over again. “I don’t understand why they’re after me.”

"They mention losing everything they love. Has the band recently fired anyone? Any bad breakups in your past?"

Evan ran a hand through his damp hair, leaving it adorably mussed.

Focus, Mia.

"We let go of our old manager, Mack, a while back. But he seemed fine with it. As for exes..." He shrugged. "Nothing serious enough to warrant this."

“You have no idea who would want to come after you, even after seeing that?”

“Not a single one.”

He angles his body closer to me, chest rubbing against my arm, and I pull away with a frown. “Uh, why don’t you go finish up and we’ll talk when you’re more… presentable.”

Evan wags his eyebrows. “You could come join me if ya want, baby.”

Between baby and darlin’, I don’t know which is going to make me lose control first. I roll my eyes at him and flash him a rare smirk. “You wish, Goldie.”

His eyebrows jump and he chuckles. “Goldie?”

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