The lock disengaged on the door, and a second later, Cain was standing in the doorway…wearing those motherfucking grey sweatpants that showed off every inch of the anaconda I was now extremely familiar with. A little moan leached from my throat and he grinned, or should I say smirked. Cain didn’t really smile like a normal person. Every edge of his smile was laced with arrogance. It was half of his charm.
