GREGORY's POV

I couldn't believe Kale had been watching how our Boss had been slamming into me. Damn it… Why didn’t he fucking lock the door?

“Can you show all you’ve got?” My Boss whispered into my ear, his breath warm and possessive, a silken blade sliding across my nerve endings.

My knees wobbled like they were no longer mine. My breath caught mid-throat. Heat brewed inside me, thick and hungry, like a sinful storm trying to break free.

My gaze was frozen on Kale.

He had taken a small step backward, like someone escaping a crime scene. His back hit the door, and it closed with a soft thud...