He’d almost reached the end of the hallway when he heard a familiar moan. “What the hell?” he demanded, stopping in the open doorway of the last room on the right. Riley was facedown on a massage bed—fully clothed, thank freaking God—and Hector’s hands were on her. “You have beautiful spinal flexibility,” Hector told her. “It’s the yoga,” she said on another sex-noise moan. “I thought I told you not to let this guy talk you into bed,” Nick complained.
