Allan listened and watched Riana, remembering the one night weeks ago he walked into their hotel room to find a box of condoms on his side of the nightstand. He’d been confused by it. He knew she liked making love—no, having s*x—with no barrier between them, so what brought on the change?
“Riana,” he’d called out to her.
“Yup,” she then walked out of the bathroom in her lace underwear and his heart picked up the pace. He was never going to get used to seeing her n***d without his c**k immediately appreciating her with a tight, very painful salute.
At least they hadn’t been at the beach. He smirked at the memory.
A few days before that, when she’d shed off the pool dress to expose a swimsuit held together with string and barely any fabric in between, he became worse than a horny teenage
