His hands overtake my hips, his mouth next to my ear, and not even ten seconds pass before a pair of expensive dress shoes stop in front of me. I track the legs they belong to, long and muscular, finding an unimpressed stare on Ryan’s handsome face. “You can go,” he says to Rio, keeping his intense ocean eyes on me. Rio’s hands shoot up in surrender. “She made me do it.” “Oh, I’m well aware.” “I’m gonna…” Rio tosses a thumb over his shoulder. “Yeah,” he says, taking off.
