Kane’s POV
The moment I walked into her office and saw that f.ucking sexy as sin dress moulded to her body, all rational thought went out of my head. My teammates saw her like this? They saw what I see? Will they be f.ucking their hands tonight over the image of her?
Red hot jealousy rages through me as I slam the door shut behind me and flick the lock; only one thing, certain in my mind; I need to mark her as mine, let every f.ucker know that she’s not for them to think about, and there is only one way that I can do it.
As I push her over her desk, that dress rides up a little, revealing more of her soft skin.
‘But . . . the rules,’ she stammers as her back arches a little, her ass pressing against me as I bite back a groan.
‘Are you telling me no firebug?’ I ask, knowing full well
