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Family dinner night arrived, which meant Jack and I would be spending the night hanging out with his parents.

Mr. Miller and his ex-wife had been divorced for years, but Jack still orchestrated weekly family nights for the four of us to spend time together.

I'd always looked at it as his way of trying to get them back together, but he swore that wasn't the case.

"She had an affair for years behind his back," Jack said. "He'd never go back to her. I'd be stupid to try."

I slipped a black nylon skirt up my legs and then put on a fitted floral blouse. Jack watched me while I dressed, his gaze going up and down my body.

"You look too good, Mya. As usual."

He sat on the bed, turning his head away.

I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. He didn't even try touching me, and my body ached with unspent desire.

I'd been more needy than usual ever since his dad fucked me in the bathroom several days ago.

My breasts ached for strong, rough hands, and my pussy pulsed with a desire to be stuffed with hard dick.

But Jack always found an excuse to reject my advances.

When we walked out a few moments later, we found Jack's dad waiting in the living room. His eyes landed on me immediately before darting away.

"Your mother should be here soon," he told Jack, then turned his attention back to me. His gaze lingered on my chest a moment longer than necessary, but Jack didn't notice.

When my future mother-in-law arrived, she pulled me and Jack into a hug. A jolt of discomfort shot through me as she leaned over to kiss Mr. Miller on his cheek, but I shook it off. He smiled at her, returning her peck, then began unloading the groceries she brought for dinner.

"Jack, can you and Mya put the food away after your dad brings it in?" She glanced at me, her eyes scanning my body warily.

"Sure, mom." Jack took my hand to lead me into the kitchen, but Mr. Miller came back in, stopping us.

"I need Mya's help setting up the stereo," he said, eyeing Jack's hand clutched around mine. "She's the only one who knows how to work it. You can help your mother, can't you?"

Jack shrugged, and his mom frowned, but they went into the kitchen without any objections.

"You've been avoiding me," Mr. Miller practically growled as soon as we were alone. He cornered me against the entertainment center where we kept the television and stereo, his eyes raking down my body greedily. Like he couldn't get enough of me.

"I've been..."

"What? Scared?" He chuckled darkly. "That's why I like you. You're always scared until your tits get played with."

My heart skipped a beat, and my eyes darted around the room, making sure we were still alone. "Mr. Miller, please. We're supposed to be setting up the music."

He grinned and gestured for me to begin. I had to turn around and bend over to reach the cords behind the stereo, and I heard him take a step back to watch me.

"Damn," he muttered, and heat rose to my face. I could feel his eyes on my ass, blatantly checking me out while his ex-wife and Jack were only feet away on the other side of the foyer.

I started to stand up straight, but he gripped my hips and held me in place. "Stay there," he whispered, dragging his hands down to grab my thighs just below the hem of my skirt. "Don't worry about them. I'll hear them coming."

My breath caught and my body froze. His strong hands clinging onto my thighs sent an electrical current of pleasure across my skin, so intoxicating that I didn't register his fingers sliding my skirt up to my waist. The cool air tickled my upper thighs and ass, and the sensible part of my brain told me to stop him.

But I didn't want to, and before I could convince myself, his hands gripped my thighs again.

"I missed you..." he said, his voice softer than silk. His thumb reached over to tug my panties aside, and my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head as his warm breath radiated over my core. His wet tongue slid inside me, causing me to gasp and jerk forward.

"Mr. Miller, we shouldn't be doing this..." I whispered, but I made no moves to stop him when he slipped his tongue inside me again. Instead, I clung to the shelf of the entertainment center and arched my back, giving him more access.

He dropped to his knees, his hands moving up to grip my ass cheeks while he continued eating me out with ferocity.

The wet sounds of his licks against my warm skin filled the room, and I leaned my head forward, unable to hold back a moan.

I pushed my ass harder against his face, causing him to growl and tighten his hold on my cheeks.

He tugged me back and forth, fucking my pussy with his tongue.

"Yes..." I whimpered. His warm, powerful tongue worked me better than his son's dick ever had—

Footsteps echoed off the wooden floor of the foyer that separated the kitchen from the living room. Mr. Miller gave one last long lick from my pussy to my ass, then pulled away and tugged my skirt back down.

I straightened up, my heart pounding against my chest, while Jack and his mom rounded the corner into the living room.

"All done," his mom commented, looking back and forth between me and Mr. Miller, who had his head turned away as he wiped his face. "Is the music set up?"

"Um, yeah..." I forced a smile, my heart hammering in my chest. I hoped my cheeks weren't too flushed while I grabbed the remote and turned the music on.

We all sat on the couch and started a game of charades.

I tried to have fun, but the wetness between my legs kept me distracted.

Every time Jack's mom got too close to Mr. Miller or touched him a little too much, I wanted to climb on top of him and claim him in front of her.

After finishing the game, the two of them went into the kitchen together to prepare a snack, leaving me on the couch with Jack.

Jack put his hand on my thigh, looking over at me. "My mom said something that got me thinking..."

I stared at him. "What'd she say?"

He tilted his head, as if debating whether he should tell me or not. "She doesn't think it's appropriate for us to be staying with my dad. She said if she was here it'd be a different story, but because he's alone and divorced, we should get our own place."

"I figured we were already planning on doing that after the wedding," I told him, holding back the frown trying to fight its way onto my lips at the thought of leaving.

"We are," Jack confirmed. "But that's what made me realize..." He squeezed my thigh, sending a spark of surprise across my skin. "I need to start paying more attention to you."

My eyes widened. "...What?"

"You and your needs," he said in a low voice. "I've been so caught up with work that I've been neglecting you."

I bit my lip. "Jack, I've told you this before, and nothing's ever changed..."

"I know, but this time is different. I swear, Mya. Let me prove it. We'll spend all night in bed together once dinner is over, and I'll make it up to you."

Before I had the chance to respond, Jack's parents walked back in. Mr. Miller eyed Jack's hand on my thigh, annoyance flashing over his face.

"You and your mother have to go back to the store and get a few things," he told Jack.

Jack's mom sighed, shaking her head. "I could've sworn I remembered everything, but we can't find the pasta sauce or lasagna noodles. It's like they disappeared out of thin air."

He agreed to go with his mom and gave me a kiss before leaving.

Mr. Miller's gaze drilled into us the whole time, watching Jack wrap an arm around my waist and pull me against him.

As his lips continued moving against mine, I could almost hear an inward growl coming from his dad.

I broke the kiss, and then they left, leaving me alone with Mr. Miller once again.