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“And I’m starting to think there might not be a stalker at all.”

He frowns. “What do you mean? You have the proof in your hand.”

“Maybe. But something about this whole thing feels off. Like how he hasn’t escalated beyond the letters and her tires being slashed—which, now that I think about it, seems too convenient. After all, having them slashed meant she had to ride with me.

“Funny how there hasn’t been a single sign of the bastard. If I’d been allowed to set up cameras, I’m sure we would’ve caught him already. But the studio was dead set against it, in case footage of the movie was leaked.”

“Are you saying you think Monica is doing all this to herself?”

I look out the door that Monica just stomped out of and sigh. “I don’t know, Hoops. I really don’t. What I do know is I can’t wait for this case to be over.”

“I hear ya. I better go catch up to her.”

I grab the helmet off the shelf and hand it to him. “Keep your eyes peeled. We don’t know what’s going on with Havoc’s old chapter. And the last thing we need is a dead actress on our watch.”

“You got it.” He looks down at the letter. “What are ya going to do with that?”

“I know a pathologist who owes me a favor. I’m going to have him test the blood—if it even is blood—and see if anything pops up in the police database. Now go. Keep an eye on her and call if anything seems off.”

He nods and leaves me staring down at the note. I pull out my cell phone and scroll through my contacts until I find the number I'm looking for and call.

When they pick up, I sit on one of the kitchen chairs.

“Genesis?”

“Bruce, I’m cashing in my favor.”

32

AMITY

Today is my last stunt—unless I have to refilm. I’m sad filming is coming to an end because I really had fun. But I’m also glad it’s over. I need to put some space between me and Monica before I do something that’ll leave her needing yet another nose job and me getting blacklisted.

I hate who I am around her. Before G, I could brush shit off and walk away, but now that he’s in the mix, it’s like tossing a lit match into a room full of dynamite.

I shiver as I feel fingers skating down my spine before G presses his lips against the bare skin of my shoulder.

“Mmm… waking up next to you is one of my favorite things.”

“What else makes your favorites list?”

“Tasting you,” he murmurs, trailing his lips down my back as he moves down the bed and cups my ass.

He nips me with his teeth, making me yelp, before he pulls my cheeks apart, exposing me to him.

“I love the view from your RV,” he growls, making me laugh, which quickly turns into a moan as he drags his flattened tongue across my wet pussy.

He flicks my clit before circling it, teasing me with light touches before dipping inside me. I fist the sheets as he feasts on me like he’s been fasting for a week.

“Mmm…” he groans, sending waves of pleasure straight through my pussy, making stars burst behind my eyes.

I can feel how wet I am—hell, I can hear it—but G drinks it down like it’s nectar of the gods. I pant and gasp, trying to hold back, wanting to delay the inevitable. But G plays my body like an instrument, knowing all the right chords even better than I do.

“Grab the bed frame.”

It takes a moment for his words to break through the haze of pleasure. The man’s hands are magic, but his tongue… Holy crap, it’s like a drug that leaves me floating, feeding off the lust and giving me the ultimate high.

I reach up, grabbing the bedframe with both hands. As soon as I have a firm hold, G lifts me like I weigh nothing, and I squeal as he slides underneath me. He lowers me back down, my knees straddling his head and my dripping pussy inches from his face. He adjusts his large hands on my hips and yanks me down, burying his tongue inside me again.

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