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Riggs cleared his throat, but instead of pushing my hand away or pulling his leg aside, he spread his legs wider so I could reach even further down his inner thigh.

Muscular, and so damn thick.

He definitely still worked out daily, and for his age, that was quite impressive.

“She’s eighteen, darling. And nowadays kids have other plans than to settle down and marry in their twenties,” Della said, understanding what I was saying.

“I’m not saying she has to get married in her twenties, but it would be nice to have a son-in-law someday. Even grandkids.”

And that was something I definitely would never have.

“You know how I feel about kids, Dad. I don’t think I’ll ever have any.”

“Oh, nonsense. You’re just not ready to have a family of your own yet, but soon enough you’ll see that it’s something you’ll definitely want.”

I didn’t think so.

I knew I wouldn’t, and no matter how much he wanted grandkids, there was no way I’d make that wish come true for him.

I tightened my grip on Riggs’s inner thigh again, and after he moved his leg again, he placed his hand on mine and squeezed it hard, not caring if he was hurting me or not.

My breath hitched as he did it again, and after shooting a glance his way, he moved my hand further down toward his knee.

That’s not where I wanted my hand to go.

I stopped him from pushing my hand further away, and when he realized I was fighting him, he shot a glare at me and growled quietly.

He fucking growled!

Luckily, Della was talking Dad into not pushing me to do what he wanted, but letting me decide what went on in my life.

Dear God, if they only knew…

I kept looking at Riggs while he gripped my hand tighter now, and seeing him this worked up I couldn’t bite back a smile.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight, Riggs,” I told him, making Dad and Della look at me again.

“He’s had a long day, sweetie. Why don’t go make him a cup of tea?”

I nodded, pressing my lips into a tight line and then pulling my hand away from his thigh.

“What kind of tea would you like?” I asked him, trying not to sound like a tease.

“Surprise me,” he mumbled, finally letting go of my hand.

6

Whatever game she was playing with me, I wasn’t here to fuck around.

Not tonight.

Not after the many calls from my younger brother who’s got himself into some major trouble.

He was stupid enough to mess with the law, and like always, I had to get him out of it again.

I’d let him suffer a while longer while I dealt with my own little problem.

She knew exactly what she was doing to me, and it was a pain in the ass getting up from the table without Andrew and Della noticing the bulge forming in my pants.

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