Greyson has been married for a few years now after they were arranged to be wed by their parents. Since then, other than the few times they ran into each other within the house, they have hardly spent any time together. He is always working and it doesn't help that they had no relationship prior to their marriage; thus, they live as strangers.

Despite this, he has never harbored any hatred or ill feelings towards her. In fact, he wishes he could become closer to her- especially since there is no harm in forming at least a friendship between the two of them. Although Greyson wished to grow closer, he found himself unable to act on his feelings. It was almost impossible to start a conversation without making things unbearably awkward, and it didn't help that she had a habit of avoiding him whenever they happened to come across one another.

Today, though, he was determined to start a proper conversation. Since they first began living together, he had noticed that she had a habit of spending her mornings reading on the couch until he got off of work, then she would spend the rest of the afternoon in her room. This fact would help him in his plan to improve their relationship.

He had made sure to work overtime the night before so he was able to finish work early today. Greyson, proud of himself for coming up with such a sneaky idea, walked through his front door, making sure to not make any loud noises that would send her scurrying to her room. He then took his shoes off and snuck into the living room. He stood still for a second when his eyes landed on her, his ears and cheeks warming as he took in the picture before him.

There she sat, a book in her hands as her knees were cast to the side of her, making her figure ever more visible. The sight of her made him breathless, leaving him with nothing but the feeling of butterflies in the pit of his stomach- well, that and the sudden rush of blood that went straight to his dick. He shook his head, he's seen her almost every day for the past three years and yet he still manages to get hard from something as little as her just sitting? You would think he would have gotten used to it by now.

After a few minutes of gazing upon her, he gulped down his growing inner turmoil and began to creep up behind her. He then turned to peer over her shoulder and look at the book she was reading. As he read it to himself, he began to smirk, so these were the books she was so immersed in while he was gone?

"His lips roughly covered hers, and the sound of their coarse breaths filled the room..." He read, his voice low and sultry, a smug grin on his face

"As their breathing quickened and their excitement filled the room... His hand slowly grasped her breast and..." he trailed off before letting out a raspy chuckle

"So this is the kind of stuff you're into? How lewd of you"