“Why do you continue to test me?”

Her lips were so plump, soft, and inviting. What did she taste like? His cock thickened to unbearable proportions inside his pants.

She’s the employee.

Drake no longer cared. He didn’t see Christy as his assistant or someone he paid. She was the only woman who’d been able to satisfy him at a distance. He couldn’t handle it anymore, watching and never having. She looked too damned inviting to turn down. Her tongue peeked out, licking along her bottom lip.

“You pay me to.”

He cupped her cheek, rubbing his thumb over the lip she’d just licked. “I don’t pay you to do this to me.”

“I’m not doing—”

Drake couldn’t hear anything more from her. She’d been driving him crazy for three years, especially the last six months with her moving around him, being the thorn and the rose at his side.

Slamming his lips down on hers, he plundered her mouth, tasting her for the first time. She was heaven, and he was in hell. Gripping her waist, he thrust his cock against her rounded stomach. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he grunted as the band that kept her hair up stopped him. Releasing her lips, he tugged the band out of her hair, throwing it to the floor. He finally sank his hair into her brown tresses. The soft length was perfect, better than he ever imagined.

He slid his leg up, pushing her skirt further up her legs until he touched her pussy. The material of his pants couldn’t hide the sopping wetness of her pussy. She started to ride his leg as he fucked her mouth with his tongue.

The fire began to build between them, and Drake knew there was no turning back. They were both going to get burned.