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. Didn’t care if they saw what was going on. Drea was mine, and I wasn’t going to hide it.
