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The things I’m going to do to her when I finally get her in my bed.

“Here.” She leans over and places a pile of bills on the coffee table beside my laptop. “I’m twenty short, but I’ll get it to you by tomorrow.”

She turns and starts to walk away.

I frown down at the bills, not understanding.

“Layla, wait.” My voice is gruffer than intended. It always is with her, even though I keep reminding myself to be gentle.

She stops, back turned to me, and her shoulders rise and fall on a heavy breath before turning to look at me.

“What is this?” I pick up the bills, which after a quick count is around five hundred dollars.

“Rent.”

Is she serious?

“I’m not charging you to stay here.”

“It’s what I was paying before, and it’s less than I’d pay anywhere else. So take it. Please.”

There’s something in her tone that stops me from arguing.

“All right.” I put the money back on the table. “If that’s what you want.”

“I do.” Her expression is stoic, but even though she tries to hide it, there’s a flash of emotion in her eyes when she finally meets my gaze, and her cheeks turn a cute shade of pink.

That’s right, sweetheart. You’re mine. You’re body knows it. I’m just waiting for your heart and mind to catch up.

She licks her lips and looks down at the floor, as if she wants to say something.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was wondering…” She shifts nervously, from one foot to the other.

God, she’s fucking beautiful. She draws her plump lower lip between her teeth and I have to suppress the groan that rumbles in my throat.

“Just ask, Layla.”

“I’m not sure if you noticed, but the washing machine doesn’t work. I don’t mind using a Laundromat, but it might be easier…”

No I hadn’t noticed, because I had my own clothes dry cleaned.

“I’ll buy a new one today.” Frustration bubbles inside of me. I’d given Travis money for a new one two months ago. God only knows what he spent it on.

“Thanks.” She gives me a stiff smile, then walks to the door.

“Layla.” Her name sounds like a growl on my lips, because no matter how hard I try to suppress my need for her, the minute she walks into my line of vision, I’m instantly rock hard. And right now, seeing that sweet little ass of hers walking away is killing me.

She stops with her hand on the doorknob and looks at me, eyes wide.

Does she know how much I want her?I doubt it. Because if she had even the slightest clue of the things I want to do to her she wouldn’t be walking away, she’d be running.

“Whatever you need. Don’t be afraid to ask.” I say the last word with emphasis, “Ever.”

There’s reservation in her eyes, but she nods before shutting the door behind her.

I slam my laptop shut and head upstairs to the shower, my rock hard cock in my hand before the water is even lukewarm. My balls are drawn painfully tight against my body, my seed begging to be spilled.

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