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girl said, smiling at them and losing it quickly as she stared up at me.

“Holy mother…” she whispered, quickly looking away and turning her attention to Valley.

“Hello, Kennedy. Didn’t know Valley invited you,” Andrew said.

“I forgot to tell you,” Val said, smiling at her father apologetically. “You don’t mind her being here, right?”

“Of course not. How are your parents, Kennedy?” Andrew asked.

“Oh, they’re great. Happy birthday, by the way. Fifty-five looks good on you, Mr. Bentley,” Kennedy said.

Unlike Valley, Kennedy was able to make that compliment without a flirtatious undertone.

“Thank you,” he replied, making me wonder if he thought the same about girls his daughter’s age as I did.

I wasn’t a creep, but I liked my women young.

Maybe in their early thirties, or even late twenties, but something about Valley and how she teased the shit outta me intrigued me.

I wanted more.

Wanted to taste the forbidden, but I couldn’t.

“Would you girls like to help me in the kitchen really quick? I have a little surprise for the birthday boy,” Della said, winking at Andrew.

“Of course,” Valley said, reaching for her friend’s hand and shooting me one last look and letting her eyes wander down my body.

Yeah, she definitely wasn’t just flirting for fun.

She wanted so much more.

“Nice seeing you again, Riggs,” she then said, making my dick twitch as if I was a fucking teenage boy not able to control my damn body.

I gave her a quick nod, then took another sip of my whiskey before turning back around to talk to Andrew.

As the women walked away, Valley put on quite a show with those long, smooth legs and round ass bouncing and her hips moving gracefully.

She checked if I was watching her, and when she noticed I was, she smirked before turning back around and making me look like a total fool.

Let’s play then.

But by my rules.

Riggs was one hell of a man.

I didn’t care about his age, but him being a family friend might’ve been a slight issue.

He definitely noticed me teasing him, and although he liked to watch me, he didn’t seem too pleased with my behavior.

Grumpy old man, I thought. Just what I like.

I couldn’t help a grin as I left my bathroom to head back downstairs where Kennedy was waiting on me, but I took a second to take a faceless mirror selfie and send it to five of the men who I would be seeing later this week via web cam.

A little something to get you excited for our night alone soon, I wrote in the text underneath the picture, and once I sent the messages, I left my phone on my bed to head downstairs again.

Kennedy was standing next to the group of teens consisting mostly of my cousins, and when I reached them, I smiled at everyone before offering them to go outside and hang out by the pool.

The weather was nice, and although summer was already over, it was warm outside.

“Hey, Valley?” Milo, my fifteen-year-old cousin stopped next to me as we stepped outside, and I turned to look at him.

“What’s up, Milo? Heard you’re attending private school now as well,” I said, not really caring about that as they lived about two hours away from here.

“I do. Is it true you slept with one of your teachers?” he asked without a filter in front of his mouth.

Guess we really were related.

“Who told you that?” I asked, tilting my head to the side with an amused smile.

“Everyone’s saying it, but I heard it from Joe.”

Joe was seventeen and attended the private school here in town.

The same one I would’ve attended if I didn’t have to beg Dad to not make me go there.

I turned to look for Joe, and when I found him standing there with his brother and our other cousin, I laughed and shook my head.

“Which teacher, Joe?”

He looked at me with some type of unsureness in his eyes, but then he puffed up his chest to seem more confident. “Mr. Trapani. I’ve heard it from Penn.”

“So, is it true?” Milo asked, grinning like an idiot.

“God, I wish. Mr. T is hot,” I said to confuse but also shock them.

I didn’t have sex with Mr. T, although I wouldn’t shy away from it if he weren’t my teacher.

“She didn’t sleep with him,” Kennedy assured them, and I rolled my eyes at her for ruining all the fun.

“Why not?” Joe asked.

I ignored his question and sat down on the lounger close to the pool with Kennedy next to me and