Ryan’s POV

Heading over to Vivian’s apartment Ryan Terrell was not in a good mood at all. But his anger was not focused on the woman that he was going to see.

Instead, it was caused by, and only meant for a woman that he never wanted to see, let alone think about ever again. And yet, she insisted on being a thorn in his side. Knowing Gwendolyn Stuart the fourth, it should not have come as a surprise to him that she had taken offense to the way in which he had ended their phone call the last time they had talked.

But part of him had been hoping that after four years, she would have at least matured somewhat. That she had actually learned that other people could tell her ’no’ and mean it. But Gwendolyn was proving him wrong.

Instead of leaving him alone and letting both of them continue on with their lives, Gwendolyn was currently in one of Ryan’s hotels, making a fool of herself.

She was being such a nuisance that the hotel manager had seen it fit to call him.

"I demand to speak with Ryan Terrell! Tell him to come out at once, or he will not like the consequences!" He heard her yelling in the background. Pausing in his walk through the hallway that led to Vivian’s apartment, Ryan rubbed at the bridge of his nose, his eyes closing as he tried to reign in his irritation.

"Sir, she is very insistent that you come here," She says that she will not be leaving otherwise.

Ignoring both the hotel manager and Gwendolyn, whom Ryan could still hear making a ruckus in the background, he took a few breaths. And only once he felt calmer did he speak.

"I do not care what that woman says or does, escort her out of the premises and make sure that she does not return,"

"But sir, she is the Stuart heiress,"

"And I am your boss, kick her out and stop bothering me," Phone still pressed to his ear.

Ryan resumed walking towards Vivian’s place. When he got there, he only knocked once before the door began to open. He was just about to hang up when the manager’s voice came again.

"Sir, she is threatening to jump over the reception desk!"

Ryan was just about to tell the man to have security tackle her if they had to when the door opened all the way, and Vivian came into sight. Completely forgetting what the conversation was about. Ryan ended the call and stared at Vivian, his eyes wide.

Wow!

Standing there in nothing but a bra and lacy panties, Vivian smiled up at Ryan, her cheeks pink. As he walked into the apartment, he could not stop looking at her, nearly tripping over his own two feet as a result.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?"

***

Closing the door, Vivian leaned against it and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. The simple act making his throat go dry.

" What pleasure?" She asked innocently.

Ryan gestured at her. His hands tracing the curves of her body in the air, while his eyes took her in hungrily.

"I have never seen you in these before. So obviously I must have done something super good for you to open the door for me dressed like that," Giggling, Vivian walked past him, sashaying her hips way more than usual and Ryan had no choice but to turn and get a good view of her back, his eyes enjoying the new angle very much.

"Oh Ryan, stop being silly. I was getting changed when you knocked, so I decided not to leave you waiting too long and just come let you in"

Following her as she made her way to the bedroom, Ryan grabbed her and pulled her close. Her back to his chest.

"Ryan, I have to go put on a shirt," She mumbled weakly, not even putting up a fight as he began kissing the curve of her neck.

"Why would you do such a thing?" Ryan asked. His hands cupping Vivian through her bra.

"Ryan," She pleaded, but he took note of the fact that she was pressing herself even closer to him.

Turning her around, he let go completely and went to sit on the foot of the bed.

"I am in the mood for a strip tease. Would you please indulge me?"

***

The very brief strip tease had had a very predictable ending now. Vivian was kneeling above him, her dripping cunt, welcoming his dick over and over as Ryan who was on his back thrust into her. Pulling out each time he lowered himself onto the mattress and slipping back in when he pushed himself up.

Vivian, done waiting for him to breach her, finally stopped kneeling in wait. Instead she impaled herself on his dick and began contracting and relaxing around the shaft. When she began to move, she did not pull off all the way. Instead she left his tip in each time, and always took the rest of him in with a slowness that was maddening.

It took no time at all for the two of them to come and when Vivian fell on top of him, Ryan gladly accepted her weight. His hand moving down her back, kneading the soft muscles there before his finger slipped into her waiting cunt. Calming the little cries of protest that she had been making ever since his dick had softened and slid out of her.

"There, is that better?" He asked and Vivian made a little humming sound, her walls clenching around his fingers to show her satisfaction. Kissing the top of her head, Ryan maneuvered them until they were in a more comfortable position. She was asleep within a matter of seconds, and Ryan followed her soon after, completely forgetting that he had not meant to stay. That all he’d wanted to do was talk to her a bit before heading out to handle Gwendolyn Stuart the fourth.

With the woman in his arms taking up all of the space in his head, Ryan did not even think about his ex, not even in his dreams.