Drea stared up at me, her chest rising and falling with quick, deep breaths, sweat rolling down the side of her face. I couldn’t hold back. I had to kiss her. I smashed my lips to hers and groaned, her feel and taste driving me higher. Drea returned the kiss with as much passion, her teeth biting into my lips hard. She clawed at me, trying to rip my clothes off. I could feel eyes on us, my men still working out in the warehouse watching us, but I didn’t care.
