Cane's POV
I opened my eyes and the room was dark except for the moonlight slipping through the curtains. She was standing at the foot of my bed.
Stephanie.
My heart slammed against my ribs. What the hell was she doing here? I locked the door. I know I locked it. She was furious with me earlier, practically spitting fire. So why was she in my room in the middle of the night?
I sat up slowly, the sheets sliding down my chest. My eyes fell and I took in what she was wearing.
A thin, almost see-through nightgown. White. So sheer I could see every curve, every shadow. Her nipples pressed hard against the fabric, dark and clear. The hem barely reached the tops of her thighs.
My mouth went dry.
My dick was already hard, straining against my boxers like it had a mind of its own.
She didn't say a word. She just stood there and looked at me with those eyes dark, hungry, nothing like the hate she threw at me earlier
Then she started to take slow steps towards me. Her hips swaying.
