Ryan's POV
That afternoon, Ryan had once again been reminded of how wonderful a grateful Vivian Rose was. Had he known what it would do to her, he would have told her that he'd named the island after her the moment that they landed.
Who knows, maybe she would have taken him right on the beach sand, not caring who was watching them. The fact that she had been so overcome by gratitude, that she had pulled her panties to the side and had taken his dick in like a champ was still making Ryan's cock twitch in memory even hours later.
What a vixen.
He wanted nothing more than to throw her over his shoulder, carry her to their yurt, lock the door, and have them both not come out until it was time to leave.
