“Where is she?” Kane yelled, smashing his fists on his desk, rattling his penholder. The pain in his fists was fleeting, but his frustration was at an all-time high he felt like he could lift the damn mahogany desk and toss it out the window. Kane was running on little sleep, most of his dreams consumed with velvety chocolate eyes and honey-colored hair. A teasing smile and mouthwatering body always just out of reach. He had jerked off, hoping it would alleviate his discomfort, but the bastard just kept coming back. It wouldn’t be sated until it was sunk balls-deep inside of Eve. Her throaty moans as she called his name as she came around him.
“We’re looking everywhere,” Jake said from the doorway. He was wise to keep his distance.
Jake slept less than he did. Kane didn’t know if the m
