Because clawen and booty calls mix nicely. Hope you enjoy. ;)
Claire was stressed out. That morning, she'd had a Skype meeting with the board and Mr. Masrani on their hybrid project. Statistics swam through her head. After all the money they'd invested in that thing, would it really generate enough public interest for an enormous surge in visitors' attendance? Would it be enough to keep the park running for another decade? Masrani seemed to think so. But Claire had her doubts. And they'd been nagging at her all day, nearly driving her insane.
She needed something . . . appropriate . . . to distract her from everything. In fact, her assistant, Zara, had suggested it. It was a joke, of course, but it made Claire wonder why she hadn't thought of it before.
So it began with a very unusual order.
"Coffee break, everyone." She announced as she strolled into her office building. "I want to see you back here in one hour exactly—no more or less—with Starbucks cups in your hands."
There were shocked exclamations and curious glances. But no protests(surprise, surprise). One by one, they filed out the door, relieved to get the air and energy Claire Dearing almost never offered.
Zara was the last to go. She raised an eyebrow. "Mind informing me on what this is all about?"
Claire gave her the trademark half-smile. "You'll see soon enough."
Five minutes late, he showed up at her office, taking in his vacant surroundings with interest.
Claire cleared her throat from behind her desk. "Owen Grady."
"Claire Dearing," He smirked. "Fancy place you got here. But where are all the corporate zombies?"
She met his eyes. "I sent my staff out on break. I wanted to have a word with you . . . alone, Owen. May I call you Owen?"
"Uh, sure." He shrugged, suddenly looking nervous. "Is this about the raptors? Look, I know things have been slow, but we're giving it all—"
"Actually," She stood up from her chair and approached him slowly, running a hand along the expensive mahogany as she glided around the desk. "This is more of a . . . business interaction."
Owen's face was a picture of innocence. He had no idea where this was going. "Interaction? What the hell does that even—"
And then she was less than a foot away, her gaze sweeping over his muscular frame, a strange glint in her eyes. It burned with hunger.
Her fingers trailed their way up his forearms—kicking his heart into overdrive and setting his nerves on fire—until they slid to a halt at his neck.
"Oh," Owen murmured, his mouth dry. "That kind of interaction."
And before he knew what was happening, Claire had a fistful of his collar in her hands and she was yanking his lips down to meet hers. Their mouths slammed together so hard they nearly tumbled to the ground. And it didn't take long for the room to be filled with the sound of ragged breathing, ruffling clothes, and the occasional deep-throated moan.
With a grunt, Owen practically hurled their bodies against Claire's desk, papers spilling onto the floor, and a half-filled cup of coffee cascading over a pile of unfinished paperwork. Normally, she'd be extremely upset about that, but she was too preoccupied at the moment to care.
Owen ripped his mouth away from their thick, messy, and violent kiss—lipstick smeared all over—crouching over the desk and panting breathlessly. "How much time do we have?"
"Their break lasts an hour." She gasped, gripping his shoulders so hard it hurt. "It was an order. Not a suggestion."
"Good to know." With that, his tongue was back in her mouth and her hands were fumbling for his belt.
Claire's back slid farther across the desk just as she managed to split open his pants and start shoving them down. Owen raked her skirt up her thighs and got a nice look at her wet lace panties.
"You ready for this?" He hissed against her lips.
She locked eyes with him. "As if the Operations Manager of Jurassic World wasn't prepared for everything."
With that final stamp of approval, he was tearing away the last barrier between them and heaving his entire length inside her.
Claire Dearing had engaged in "business interactions" quite a few times. Never during her Operations Managing career, of course. Months before she came to Isla Nublar. During other jobs. Other careers. She hadn't been satisfied at all. No man could give her what she wanted, and she'd long given up on testing each one. But this was different. She knew it the moment she cast her eyes on him. The moment he spoke to her in that rich, deep voice. The moment their lips collided. And the moment he sliced into her folds.
Her breath hitched in her throat, and she dug her fingernails into his back, hissing at the clothes that kept her from him. Unfortunately, ending up completely naked in her office wouldn't make a convenient escape for either of them. But her head was spinning at the thought of it.
She'd expected him to take it slow at first. But hell, he was doing anything but. Owen rammed into her hard and fast, growling and groaning as if he'd waited an entire lifetime for this. For her.
She could feel a rush of heat tunneling through her. God, not now, she begged. Not now.
Claire gripped him like a life vest, grinding against him, and trying so hard to make this moment last forever.
"Owen . . ."
The moan of his name on her lips nearly drove him to the brink, and he bent down to meet her mouth in another scorching kiss. She took his breath away, demanding so much from him, and with nothing he wouldn't give.
Claire Dearing, woman of his dreams and head of Jurassic World, was sprawled out on her desk, being fucked by Owen Grady, lowly raptor trainer. The thought of it made his mouth water.
His legs and abdomen were on fire, and he quickened his pace, feeling Claire tense up beneath him and start shouting something incoherent. As soon as he heard his name screamed to the heavens, he lost it, bunching up his muscles and keeling over, exploding inside her folds and being met with her own steaming fluids. He drowned out her cries of ecstasy with his own, finishing it off with a crash of their burning lips.
Their breathing was hoarse and loud, and Claire tried in vain to slow down her rapid pulse.
They stared into each other's blue eyes for a moment longer than necessary.
"Please tell me this isn't just a one-time thing." Owen pleaded.
Claire pushed him off of her, planting another kiss on his lips. "That depends if I'm ever feeling stressful again."
"Oh, that's all it takes?" He grinned and yanked up his pants.
"Tell you what," She smiled, pulling up her panties and smoothing down her skirt. "Let's make it a date."
"At my bungalow?" He murmured with a wink.
Bungalow? Claire rolled her eyes. "An actual date."
"Sure," He grabbed her hand and kissed it overdramatically. "Saturday at six. I'll let you choose the place."
"You have yourself a deal, Grady." She handed him a tissue to wipe off the lipstick plastered all over his stubble and led him out of the office. "I'll call you later when I've made up my mind."
She ran into her assistant in the bathroom while she was trying to clean up. Apparently, she'd been there the whole time, judging by her flushed face and lingering smirk.
"What the hell, Zara!" She hissed, feeling her neck redden completely. "You were supposed to be on break!"
"And miss watching a perfectly delicious booty call?" She laughed. "I'd exchange that for coffee any day, Ms. Dearing."
"You are so not getting that raise I promised."
Zara waved a hand at her dismissively. "Of course, of course. So the date . . ."
"Oh, God, you heard that, too?!"
"Well, the conversation certainly wasn't as loud as your screaming, but I managed to catch most of it." She replied.
"Zara!"
"I'll send you a copy." Zara teased, waving the device in front of her face.
"Oh, my God." Claire sputtered. "Give me that phone!"
"Along with a copy of that paperwork you drowned in caffeine."
Claire stared at her, exasperated. "Ugh, fine. I'll give you your damn raise. And you'd better send me that video. But remember. Not a word of this. To anyone."
"My lips are sealed."
When I began this, it was intended to be a one-shot of some sort. But now I'll be making an attempt to tie it into canon (aka the first date) and we'll see what happens.
Thanks for reading!