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He cursed and squeezed her ass, filling her.Layla opened her eyes to watch him, to see his grim expression turninto that of pleasure.When he was through, he withdrew and pulledhis loose shorts up.She didn’t realize he hadn’t taken them off.He bent to undo her ankles first then moved to undo her wrists.Before she could push up from the bench, he lifted her into hisarms.

Silver most definitely was good in bed.Asmall smile escaped as he carried her back to his room.Onceinside, he laid her on the bed and closed the door, locking itbehind them.She didn’t bother moving.Every part of her wascontent.

“Are you okay?”he finallyasked.

She rolledontoher stomach and cuddled up to the pillow.“I’mfine.Are you okay?”

He snorted and glancedaway.She watched as he clutched the dresser in thought.Did hehave regrets?He finally reached for the packet of cigarettes andlit one up.He kept adistancefrom her.She never pinned himfor the cuddling type, but she didn’t expect him to completelyignore her afterward either.

“Come to bed.”Shepattedthespacenext to her.

He turned and stared at the spot where herhand was.He didn’t like her telling him what to do.Layla pulledthe blanket over her.It bugged her that in one single fuckingsession that she wanted to curl up next to him like he was herboyfriend or something.He wasn’t.Far from it.

He dabbed the cigaretteout and walked the short distance to the bed.He pulled his shortsoff and climbedintothe bed beside her.She turnedaway from him and he scooted in behind her, lifting her leg overhis.

His cock pressed against her and shestiffened.“You’re about as cuddly as a porcupine.”

“It’s difficult to relaxwhen your dick is pushing against me.”

He chuckled.“Baby, you might as well getused to that.I stay hard around you.Sometimes painfully so.”

She relaxed some and let him wrap his bodyaround her.He pressed hot kisses to her shoulder and then herneck.She needed to stop thinking about their arrangement being ashort-term thing.He didn’t look like he wanted to get rid of heranytime soon and with the amount of money he gave her and plannedto give her, he’d probably want her around for longer than onefuck.But still, the guards were up and she had a very difficulttime lowering them, even temporarily.

She shifted and met his gaze.Layla turned,wrapping her arms around his warm body, cuddling up against him.Hesmiled and pulled her to him, kissing the top of her head before hestroked his fingers along her back.It may not be an idealsituation, but she needed some intimacy.She needed some humancontact.It had been so long since someone hugged her.Sincesomeone gave her any type of affection.

He smoothed his hand over her ass.“Are yousore?”

“No.”She closed hereyes.

“Good.”He leaned down andpressed his face against her hair, breathing her scent in.Hecupped her cheek.“Get some sleep.It’s been a longday.”

She smiled at him and laid her cheek againsthis chest.For the moment, everything felt right and that was okaywith her.

Chapter Seven

Silver stared at himselfin the mirror on the bathroom wall.The shaggy hair and the growingbeard needed to go.He’d only let it get that bad because he didn’twant to take the time to mess with it.Most of the girls around theclub didn’t give a fuck what he looked like and that was fine withhim.He trimmed the beard first then took the razor to his face.Afterward, he decided to trim his hair.When he was through, helooked like an older version of that punk-assedkid that had thehots for Layla so many years ago.He chuckled at the irony ofthat.

“You shaved.”

He stared at her in the mirror.

“And cut your hair.”Shewalkedintothe bathroom with him and surveyed what he’ddone.

“Yeah, well, it wasstarting to get on my nerves.”He rinsed out the sink and sat hisshaving kit aside.

“Doesn’t matter to me.Ilike you both clean shaven and with a beard.”She went to theshower and turned on the water.

His heart warmed at hercomment.Layla stepped into the stall and he turned to watch her.His dick took notice to the water dripping down her naked body andhe sighed knowing he was in real trouble with her.He was a junkieand she was his heroin.He neededa smoke.Maybe a beer.Herubbed his forehead with his fingers and watched as she latheredher body.

“Silver?”

“Hmm?”

“I think you should joinme.”She opened the door and peeked her head out.“There’s somehard to reach places I need help with.”

He chuckled.When he stepped into the showerstall, the steam hit him.Layla wrapped her arms around him,pulling him closer.He squeezed her ass, dragging her up againsthim.

“Why haven’t you kissed meyet?”Layla pressed her chin against his chest as she stared up athim.“I’ve sucked your cock.You’veeatenmy pussy.We’vefucked.But you still haven’t kissed me yet.”

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