Layla's POV I placed my hand on my waist, my eyes blazing like daggers at him. “Do you even listen to yourself? How do you plan to satisfy me in an hour?” My nostrils flared, and my voice rose in anger. He paused, one of his hands on his pants while he scratched the back of his head. I really needed the money, but I also longed for something hard to ravage my cunt. An hour was just the tip of an iceberg. How was I supposed to endure the rest of my day with only that? Suddenly, he cleared his throat. “I know it's just an hour, forget that we have fifty-four minutes left, but I promise to make it up to you next time.” He moved closer, his hand reaching for me, but I slapped it away. His stare pierced mine. “Don’t you want the money?” he asked, and I swallowed. Damn me, because he knew exactly how to corner me. “Fine! No foreplay, we’re diving straight into business!” I declared, and he nodded, already guiding me to the edge of the couch. The thought that I was about to
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