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She slides it on, bathing her little cunt in her stalker’s release. She shudders as she adjusts herself, not yet accustomed to the feel of her monster.

The hunger in me intensifies. Before she can stop me, I lunge for the pair she took off; the ones that were pressed against her cunt.

I grip them, pulling them to my face, and groan, the sound primal and desperate. I inhale her scent like an animal, my lips brushing against the fabric. I lick and suck at it, tasting her essence.

I want to taste it straight from the source, but I need her more desperate for me before I do that. I need her so horny she won’t resist.

Fuck, I’m an animal for this woman, and I don’t care who sees or knows.

Chapter Twelve

Amelia

Incineration. Fire. Hell. That’s all that’s flowing through my veins.

He rocked my world yesterday, did things I never thought were appropriate, but I couldn’t stop him for the life of me. I wanted it. I wanted to watch my stalker unravel for me. And after all that, he just slept on the floor next to my bed, not giving me what I wanted, leaving me with something I don’t know how to deal with. Hot and bothered between the legs. I couldn’t sleep all night, hot flashes attacking me every time I shifted and felt his mess in my underwear.

It’s Saturday, and Margaret has given me the day off. I exchanged numbers with Ruby last week; the customer I clicked with. I’m still not used to the phone and sometimes forget I even own it, but thankfully I saw her text to hang out.

We meet at the bookstore down the street. Ruby is already waiting for me near the fiction section, and my senses are assaulted by the scent of old paper and vanilla that seems to stick to this place.

“Hello!” she sing-songs like the sunshine she is.

I set my heavy bag down on a nearby table. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day, Ruby,” I say.

She nudges me playfully. “Good. Because I intend to make sure you leave here with at least five books.”

I glance at the overflowing stack in her arms. “I take it you read a lot?”

“Please, books are my first love.” She rolls her eyes dramatically. “You ever get lost in one? Like, really lost?”

“Not really. I mean, I’ve read, but…” I trail off.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never read a romance book.”

I shift awkwardly. “I haven’t.”

She acts like I’ve personally insulted her, which is awful because I really enjoy her company and want her to enjoy mine too. “You're missing out on a lot.”

“Aren’t all genres basically the same? I mean, books are books.”

“No. Absolutely not. There’s angst, heartbreak, spice—” She pauses, narrowing her eyes at me. “Wait. You do know about the spice, right?”

“Spice? Of course, Ruby, I literally work at a restaurant.” I’m confused as to what spice has to do with anything with books.

She doubles over with laughter. “Oh my God. Not that type of spice!”

“What type then? I mean, there are a lot—cumin, ginger, paprika…” I start listing them off using my fingers.

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun.” Ruby manages out between fits of laughter.

She scans the titles before plucking a few books from the shelves and handing them to me.

“These,” she declares, “will change your life.”

I glance down at the covers. My face burns instantly.

“Ruby,” I whisper-shout. “These men are half-naked.”

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