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Valley had only touched my thigh, but as close as she got to my dick, it was impossible to make it stop twitching and growing in my damn pants.

I had noticed before that she hadn’t been wearing any underwear underneath that tight dress, and if she did, they must’ve been made out of the thinnest damn fabric in the world.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom and tuck my damn dick away so it wouldn’t be too obvious that Valley was turning me on with just her presence.

When I came back from the bathroom, I decided to walk through the kitchen and stop right behind Valley, as close to her as possible.

This whole house was shaped weirdly, so the dining room was in a large, rainbow-like shape.

Although I couldn’t see or hear the others, I had to be careful.

But this girl was driving me insane, and she had to realize that it wasn’t okay to tease an old man like this.

Not unless she wanted to be teased right back.

She tensed immediately, and I reached around her to cup her throat with my hand and tilt her head back against my shoulder.

“I told you not to play games with me,” I growled, my lips close to her ear.

I felt her shiver underneath my touch, but instead of me making her feel uncomfortable, she fucking leaned back against me and closed her eyes while her lips slowly parted.

“But you seem to like the games I play,” she breathed, her ass pressing against my crotch.

I tightened my grip on her throat and clenched my jaw. “And you dare to keep this up with your father sitting in the room next to us?”

She was reckless.

“Yes,” she replied, as if it were the easiest question to answer.

My dick throbbed in my pants, and I cursed myself for even getting this close to her when I just could’ve gone back to the dining room.

I looked at her relaxed face, her eyes still closed as her tongue came out to lick her pale, pink lips.

“You are something else,” I murmured under my breath, letting my lips trace her ear and my beard tickle her soft skin. “Tell me, Valley. How often do you go after guys your dad’s age?”

I could already imagine what her answer would be, but I waited for her to catch her breath as I loosened my grip to let her talk.

“Almost always,” she whispered back with a slight smirk on her lips.

She didn’t seem afraid one bit of getting caught.

Maybe she liked that just as much as she liked older men.

I tightened my grip on her throat again, making her hold her breath while I pressed her against the kitchen counter.

She was just about to put the teabags into the cups filled with hot water, but she placed them onto the counter to reach up to me with one hand, and put the other between her back and my stomach.

She was also not afraid to get what she wanted.

Her hand moved closer to my crotch, but before she could get to it, I pressed my body against her tighter to lock her arm in between us, making it hard for her to move.

“Is that what you really want, Val? You know if I let you touch me, there’s no going back,” I warned, but she saw it as an open invitation.

I was still pressing my thumb and fingers against her airway, making it hard for her to breathe and speak.

Her hand wiggled between my stomach and her back, waiting a few more seconds before I left her suddenly, making her take in a deep breath and turn her head to look at me with teary eyes.

“Stay away from me, Valley,” I warned again, hoping she would take the hint.

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