I squinted as I opened my eyes, the small glare from the light down the suspended stairs bright enough to obscure my vision. I stretched on the plush bed, rolling over as I arched my back, not at all surprised to find the other side of the bed bare given the light from downstairs. I stilled for a moment, my hand grazing over the spot my lover usually occupied as I debated going to see what he was doing. Curiosity finally got the best of me, and I slipped out of the large bed, bare feet hitting the ground gently. I grabbed my robe and wrapped it securely around my nude form before tiptoeing over to the railing and peering down from the loft to the area below.

I felt my eyebrows raise some at the sight of Gray at his desk, clad in only a pair of boxer shorts as he rested on one elbow, his free hand diligently moving in quick precision. I turned my head to the side as I realized that he was wearing a pair of glasses, and seemed to be utterly engrossed in whatever it was he was doing. That of course only made me more curious to what he was doing.

I quietly slipped to the stairs, making extra care not to shake them any as I made my way down, for some reason feeling like I was intruding on something that I wasn't meant to see. I reached up and pulled my hair back, twisting it into a pony tale before releasing it and feeling the heavy mass simply unravel and become free once again as I approached the large man.

Gray had grabbed some type of instrument and was quickly marking lines on the piece of paper that I realized were blueprints or drawings a moment later. I felt my eyes widen more, as in my time at Cameron Enterprises I had never seen him do this type of work. Of course I knew he designed, its just…no one had ever seen him do it.

After several minutes Gray stopped his continuous sketching and let out a sigh. I frowned at it and stepped closer, my hands resting on his shoulder and squeezing gently, kneading at the tension I felt there.

"Did I wake you?" his husky voice asked, his hand dropping the pencil and coming up to rest on one of mine.

"I was cold," I said teasingly, squeezing his shoulder a little tighter. His hand slipped up a little higher, gripping my wrist firmly. I didn't know how the man had did it but some how he managed to swivel his chair and yank me into his lap, one of his arms wrapping snuggly around my waist and catching me completely off guard.

"I can fix that," he mumbled into my hair, his long fingers combing through my hair gently, pushing it over my shoulder so his lips could press against the back of my neck.

"Gray," I whispered, my breath catching in my throat as his tongue jutted out, sliding around to the side of my neck before pressing a light suckling kiss. I shivered to the feeling, my eyes shutting as I did my best not to let out a moan. I opened my eyes and desperately focused on something, which happened to be the drawings in front of me. "What are you working on?" I managed out, though my voice trembled some.

"Nothing important," he replied, his chin resting on my shoulder, eyes studying his work thoughtfully. His right hand grabbed a pencil and he made a small notation on the picture, jotting some sloppy notes down out to the side in a type of short hand I didn't understand. Not that I could focus on it if I could, seeing as how the hand that had been around my waist had came up to brush over my check, fingertips sliding down my jaw line and throat only to disappear beneath my bathrobe.

I couldn't help but to let out a small squeak and stiffen, the boldness that this man could have never ceasing to amaze me, as I was sure my shyness never ceased to aggravate him. Gray however only chuckled, and though I couldn't see it I was sure he smirked as he continued to write a few more notes.

"I've been designing a lot more. I'm more creative recently," he said quietly, putting the pencil down and turning my face to him. "When I'm with you," he added, his face heating some. I felt my gaze soften, and couldn't help but to smile at him encouragingly, despite the fact that his other hand was relentlessly teasing my left breast.

"I don't think muses usually distract their wards with seduction," I managed out as I cupped his face, fingers tracing the silver rimmed glasses. I studied his face, memorizing every detail about him. The lenses magnified his sapphire eyes, and I blushed at the all to familiar darkness filled them, that to seeing to be magnified a hundred times. "I didn't know you wore glasses," I said absentmindedly.

"I need them to read the scales," he said bluntly, his large hand coming up to remove them, tossing them carelessly to the side. I looked at the discarded item and to his face, frowning.

"They look nice on you," I assured him quietly, my teeth gritting as the hand that had been teasing me came out of the robe, hurriedly pushing it down my shoulders.

"I think you'll find your opinion on the matter is slightly biased," he muttered, nipping on my shoulder playfully.

"Ah but Mr. Cameron…I think you'll find at moments like this, my opinion is the only one that matters." Gray stopped his nibbling, pulling back to look at me, a smirk growing on his face. I shivered some as the robe I had been in pooled around my waist.

"Is that so, Ms. Brooks?" I nodded, reaching over him and placing the glasses back on his face. I let my fingertips brush over his cheeks lightly, a large grin growing on my face.

"I like them." I whispered before slowly taking them off of him. I folded them up and placed them on the table once more, resting my head against his bare shoulder. I let out a small gasp when I felt his fingers gliding over my chest teasingly, before he opted on patting my thigh.

"You are tired womon. Let's go to bed."

"Oh?" I murmured, my shoulders slumping in disappointment as I stood, allowing the bathrobe to fall forgotten to the floor. I slowly climbed the stairs, sighing when I realized he wasn't following me. I looked down to see Gray returning things to their place before he turned his desk light off. I had laid in the bed and just covered up when he reached the top of the stairs.

I heard the sound of material sliding against skin, hitting the floor before I was suddenly pinned beneath the large man, his hot breath spraying my neck.

"Sleeping wasn't exactly what you had in mind, was it?" I murmured playfully, my fingers coming up to comb through his wild hair. Goddess above this