(Katrina)
I stared across the table at Grayson. The look in his eyes making me arch my eyebrow as he leaned back in his chair, sliding his hand out. That's when he began stroking the wood softly.
The action coming off as sensual, and I knew exactly what he was trying to do.
"I think I like the other one better. This one just doesn't feel as intimate." He declared, his words sounding innocent enough, but what he did to me at the other table would say otherwise.
We were out furniture shopping, and apparently that turns Grayson on. Every time we sit on a couch or lay on a bed, Grayson tries to get me to do something naughty.
Like back at the table we just sat at, his hands wandered into my lap, causing me to stiffen as he began sliding between my thighs. I had to use both of my hands
