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"Twenty-four hours."

"That'll cost you sugar. I'm a lot of things, but cheap ain't one." he said caressing his naked chest.

I bit my lip as he grabbed his crotch, palming himself through his torn denim jeans.

My thighs quivered at the mere sight of his strong hands, my mind conjuring up erotic images.

"I'll give you whatever you want. Just, please."

He smirked, getting off his chair.

"Take me home then, darlin'."