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Chapter 9.

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Layla's POV.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand at 7:15 a.m., pulling me from a deep, sex-heavy sleep.

Marcus was already awake, his large hand possessively cupping my bare breast as he scrolled through his own phone beside me. His thumb idly brushed my nipple, keeping it pebbled even in sleep.

“Time to get up, little girl,” he murmured, voice still rough from the night before. “Inspection in ten minutes. Naked in the kitchen.”

I groaned softly, my body protesting as I sat up. Every muscle i
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