VIVIAN'S POV

The next afternoon Ryan showed up at my back door right on time, nervous energy radiating off him like heat from the summer pavement. I had texted him a single message after our first night: “Come to the pool house by 2 PM and wear nothing but your shorts.” He obeyed perfectly.

I waited for him inside the shaded pool house, wearing only a sheer white cover-up that did nothing to hide my full, heavy breasts or the smooth curve of my hips. My nipples were already stiff, pressing visibly against the thin fabric. When he stepped inside and closed the door, his eyes widened, drinking in every...