Hi guys! So sorry it's been so long since I've updated. I didn't think anyone would care about this story at all, but someone recently commented on it asking for an update and I got inspired. So again, sorry for leaving you guys without another chapter. I hope you enjoy this one immensely!
Owen's POV
The rest of my workday seemed to drag and I knew for a fact that tomorrow's shift was going to go by even slower. I have a lot to do before my date with Claire. I wanted to impress her, so I have to go straight home after work and clean everything. There are plenty of dishes in the sink, laundry all over my bedroom, beer cans scattered around the bungalow, and plenty of yard work to do. Knowing that she would be at my place made me even more eager, because for some reason, I think she will be more relaxed there. She's the most uptight person I know, but also the most hard-working and head-strong woman as well. Claire Dearing takes shit from no one and I am over the moon that she could be mine.
Right as my shift ended, I mounted my motorcycle and revved the engine, driving faster than I should have back to my bungalow where the cleaning process would begin. As I entered my house, I took a deep breath and made a beeline for the garbage bags that are stowed underneath my kitchen sink. I took the trash out and collected all of the returnable bottles, putting them into a clean garbage bag and placing them by the door. After the kitchen was up to my standards, disregarding the dishes in the sink, I headed for my bedroom where I gathered all of my laundry and started a load, putting away all of the previously cleaned clothes that had been sitting in a laundry basket for longer than I would like to admit. I ended up mopping the floors, cleaning the windows and weed whacking the front of the house, making sure Claire had no reason to be in a sour mood when she comes over tomorrow.
Going back inside, I make a list of ingredients I will need to cook dinner tomorrow night. I want to make a lemon-garlic pan-seared salmon with asparagus, to show her that I in fact am an amazing cook and more than meets the eye. I quickly realized that I have no actual food in my house, so maybe going shopping tonight would be best. The grocery list was scribbled on a napkin and I grabbed the keys to my pickup truck before tying my boots on and heading out the door.
I go to the grocery store often enough, I am a grown man and need to survive on something other than canned soups and Doritos. Even though I knew Claire would not mind if the fish was slightly burnt or the asparagus wasn't seasoned to perfection, there was something about this woman that made me want to please her… in every way possible. Whoa whoa, this was not the time to be thinking like this! First, I have to impress her and this meal is really my only chance to do just that. It calmed my nerves slightly to know that she was into me just as much as I am interested in her, so I tried my hardest to clear my head and continue my shopping. I have two nice slices of salmon in my basket, a bundle of fresh asparagus as well as the seasonings to go along with everything. Before heading to the checkout lines, I decide to get a nice bottle of wine to pair with the fish and to add a bit of class to our dinner. As I made my way over to the wine racks, I realize that I know nothing about wine, much less a wine that would pair nicely with the dinner I was preparing. I pick up a red and a white bottle, staring at them as if the labels on them were written in a different language. I was just about to take my phone out and simply google it, when I heard a familiar giggle come from behind me as well as arms wrap around my waist. I immediately freeze, petrified by the unknown of who was attached to my back.
"Is this all for me Mr. Grady?" the voice asks me. I relax against her touch when I realize that the voice belonged to Claire and a silly smile is plastered on my face as I turn around to face her.
"It is indeed Miss Dearing, but this was all supposed to be a surprise and now you've ruined it" I say as I try and hide the basket of ingredients between my legs, failing miserably. Claire takes a step back and arches one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows, before letting her eyes check me out from the new distance she added.
"I'll pretend to be surprised Owen. I'll enjoy whatever meal you make me and salmon is actually my favorite." She told me, grabbing the bottle of white wine from my hand and placing it in my basket. "Looks like you were a little lost." She said, not breaking eye contact with me and biting her damn lip again. That lip will be the end of me. I exhale roughly and place the bottle of red wine back on the rack, thanking her and carefully picking up the basket, not wanting the wine to crush the fish.
"Tomorrow than Miss Dearing." I say politely with a nod of my head. I was trying my hardest to be a gentleman, even though it is taking everything in me to not kiss her right now. I start to walk away when she grabs my arm and makes me look at her.
"You can kiss me you know? I'm not going to think less of you." She says quietly, barely above a whisper. I shakily exhale and look into her eyes again, closing the gap between us and leaving my basket forgotten on the groun. Screw the fish.
"You need to stop biting that lip of yours. It is driving me insane." I say, pulling her closer to me so there is no more space between us. Her eyes don't leave mine as she releases her lip, letting her tongue gently trace over the indent her teeth left on it. I groan and place an innocent kiss on her lips, leaving her wanting more. After the quick peck, she exhaled and averted her eyes, placing her head on my chest and hugging me tight before letting go and taking a step back. She must have realized where she was and straightened herself up, trying her best to look as professional as possible. I looked around, noticing a stranger who had just turned into the aisle we were in. Claire rubbed my hand and squeezed it, smiling up at me shyly.
"Don't ruin this Owen." She said hopefully. "I'm giving you a shot and really, really hope you don't let me down." She's been hurt before, this I knew. Claire was one of the most misunderstood woman I have ever met and there was no way I was going to let her slip away from me.
"Claire," I started, "Get ready to get the pants wowed off of you!" I told her, just loud enough for us to hear. Her cheeks started to redden and she rolled her eyes as she slowly turned around and walked away from me, letting my hand that had been holding hers slowly drop from her grasp as I stared off after her. Fuck. Tomorrow is going to drag.
I cashed out and loaded my grocery bags into my truck before heading home and finally cleaning the dishes and putting away the rest of my laundry. Claire Dearing was going to be the death of me. She already had me wrapped around her finger, right where she wanted me. She knew it and I knew it.
That night I could barely sleep. Visions of our dinner and the events that could take place after swam around in my head. I laid awake thinking of the life I could have with her and how she could be my better half. I have never ever had thoughts like this about any other woman and honestly, it terrified me. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep, I got up and went outside, laying in my hammock that I hung between two trees. The view of the moon over the river soothed my wild thoughts as I slowly drifted off to sleep.
I awoke with a start. Where was I? Oh yeah, I fell asleep outside again. The sun was bright in my face and the vibrations from my phone must have shaken me awake. I unlocked my phone and let my eyes focus on the screen. 6 missed calls from Barry and 2 text messages. 8:37 am. Shit. I was late for work. I ran inside, taking all the front steps at once. I quickly shed myself of my clothes and jumped into the shower. When I got out, I shot Barry a text telling him I was on my way and sped to work on my motorcycle. When I got there, there were more cars than normal, rich people cars. Of all days to be late, I choose the day we have important people visiting. I dropped my keys in my office and sprinted over to the enclosure to find Barry and Mr. Masrani conversing about the raptors. Barry looked up and saw me and squinted, angry that I was late for such an important day.
"Mr. Masrani, sir, sorry I'm so late, I had a rough night. What do we owe the pleasure of your visit?" I asked him as I clapped him on the back to get his attention. He turned around with a smile and asked me to debrief him on all things raptors. I took him on a tour and showed him the progress the girls were making, letting him interact with them as much as possible without actually putting him in their enclosure.
"Well, Mr. Grady," he started, "I'm very happy with the progress you and your men are making with these beautiful creatures. I would love to open this exhibit up to the public, but I'm not sure how to do that yet without putting someone in danger." He continued, staring me in the eyes and emphasizing the safety needed to make my raptors a public exhibit. "They are well trained and very interesting, but we will need to run some tests first. I think I will send Claire Dearing here around lunchtime so you two can discuss the safety measures we would have to take to make this a reality." He finished, looking at my face to see how I felt about it all. I smiled and shook his hand once more, telling him that I was ready for whatever hoops needed to be jumped through for this to happen. As I walked him back to his car, Mr. Masrani told me how he would have Claire contact me with information on a visit. I waved after him and exhaled heavily when his car was finally out of sight.
"You picked the best time to sleep in." Barry said, obviously upset.
"I am sorry Barry, long night." I told him, walking passed him and heading to my office. Masrani had been a nice distraction for the first few hours of my shift, but I knew the rest was going to drag. I just wanted to go home and make dinner and make sure everything was perfect. I was on edge and I knew it, so hiding away in my office to finish paperwork seemed like the best idea for today. I got to my office and started on said paperwork that should have been done last week. Better late than never, right? After what felt like days, but was really only two hours, I finished my work and got up to find lunch; something light, I did not want to spoil my dinner. I walked to the vending machine and put in my money, dispensing a soda and a bag of chips; not the healthiest, but it will have to do. When I got back to my office, I was surprised to find Claire sitting in my seat looking up and me through her lashes.
"Claire!" I exclaimed. She had startled me, but her presence was much appreciated.
"Mr. Masrani actually sent me here this time… to do work." She told me, laughing at herself. I closed the door behind me when I walked in and sat down across from her, letting her sit in my comfy chair and take over this meeting. We got a lot of work done and came up with some potential ways to make the raptors a public exhibit. I was satisfied with the outcome of the meeting, but was started to get riled up. Claire looked gorgeous in her plum colored dress that hugged every curve just right. The neckline was low enough to distract me and it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra underneath that dress. She kept smirking up at me and making crazy eye contact. This woman was amazing.
"Is that all Dearing?" I asked, trying my hardest not to make it obvious that I was turned on. She uncrossed her legs and bit her lip again. Claire slowly stood up and made her way around my desk and sat down on my lap. I groaned, trying my hardest to be a gentleman. I needed to impress her first and show her that I wasn't just in this for the sex. I was about to say something when she put her finger to my lips, silencing me. "I know you want me just as much as I want you." I shook my head yes and pulled her closer to my body, letting her get more comfortable on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in, stopping just before our lips touched and looked into my eyes.
"This can't affect our work." She says, seriously, looking more vulnerable than ever. My heart could have shattered. The Claire Dearing, strong and successful, looked as though she was going to breakdown in my lap. I made eye contact with her once more, making sure she understood that I wasn't going anywhere or using her at all.
I closed the gap between us and our lips smacked together, bringing us closer than ever. She moved to straddle my lap and I grabbed her hips to pull her on top of me and not let her go. She let out a small moan when my tongue made its way into her mouth and I moved one of my hands from her hip up to her face, just savoring the feeling between us. Claire started to slowly rock on my lap, causing my pants to become unbearably tight. She knew what she was doing to me and I was loving every second of it. Her hands snaked in between us and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and off of my body, forcing us to stop kissing. The electricity between us was intense and she was scraping her nails up and down my lower abdomen, exploring the newfound territory. My hands move to her bottom and I pull her closer to me, helping her create a rhythm on my lap as she grinds down on me. Her hands are now in my hair, bringing us closer than I thought was humanly possible. The small whines that are coming from her mouth are making me hotter and my mind is getting fuzzy. She breaks away to breath and our foreheads touch, eyes on one another. She is keeping a steady pace on my lap and I feel like I'm going to explode.
"You're biting your fucking lip again." I state, out of breathe and turned on. My language surprised her and she quietly gasped, releasing her lip and taking a deep breathe, laying a light peck on my lips again. "What am I going to do with you Claire?" I said playfully as her head falls back, introducing me too even more of her skin. This woman is dry-humping me and I've never seen someone so beautiful before in my whole entire life. "Look at me Claire." I order, right after I left a series of kisses on her neck. She's panting and a small line of sweat is forming at her brow, but she does as shes told and looks me in the eyes. That's all it takes me for me to pick her up and place her on my desk. I quickly unbuckle my pants and pull them off, leaving me in only my boxers. Her eyes are drawn to the sizable bulge and she sits up and pulls me in by the elastic on my underwear. Her eyes move up to meet mine again as my hands move up her thigh and I feel her lace underwear underneath her dress. I groan as I think about what is under this dress. Suddenly, the room was full of all seriousness and I needed to know if she was okay with all of this. "I'll stop if you want me to." I simply state, staring into her lust-filled eyes. She smiles up at me and cradles my cheek, leaving a gentle peck, but reaching for my hands and placing them on the bottom of her dress. She helps me pull the article of clothing off and my eyes can't stay off of her newly exposed skin. I was right, no bra. "Holy shit, Claire. You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen." I state honestly, waiting for her reaction. "You're not too bad yourself, hotshot." She says, making me laugh. I separate from her and set her dress over the back of my chair, neatly. She smiles over to me and silently thanks me for not wrinkling her dress. I close the distance between us easily and crush our lips together, cupping her breasts in my large, calloused hands. Her mouth opens wide as she gasps when I nip at the skin of her throat, moving my mouth down her neck to explore the new areas of Miss Dearing that I had not been permitted before. Her hands move into my hair and she pulls and teases it while I take one of her erect nipples into my mouth and play with it using my teeth and tongue. My other hand made its way down her body, squeezing her curves gently and playing with her skin, taking mental notes on what makes her shiver and react. I find my hand at the waistband of her panties and I slide my hand in, feeling the wetness that I created. I look into her eyes and insert a finger into her opening. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she goes weak, letting her head rest on my shoulder as I create a rhythm inside this amazing woman. Her hands come up and hold onto the arm of the hand that is turning her on so much. Her breathing gets faster and I feel her biting down on my shoulder. Everything she is doing is turning me on immensely. I add another finger inside her and can't believe how tight she is. She moans out loud and I can hear her panting in my ear. "Owen, Owen… I'm gonna come, Owen." Fuck. Her grip on my arm intensifies and I ignore the sting of her nails breaking through my skin. That's gonna leave a mark, but you don't see me complaining. My two fingers pick up their pace as my thumb applies a steady pressure to her clitoris. She grabs onto my wrist and reconnects our lips, trying to find some way to distract herself from the intense pleasure she is receiving. Our lips are moving hot and fast and I take her bottom lip into my mouth, finally biting it like I've wanted to so badly, finishing her off with one final flick of my wrist. I feel her walls clench around my fingers and she screams out into my mouth, trying to control her moans by kissing me. When she has calmed down a bit, I pull my fingers out of her and insert them into my mouth, sucking her juices up and enjoying every second of it. Her eyes haven't left my own and she whines when I step back.
"What about you?" She asks, grasping the elastic of my boxers again, pulling me towards her. I pepper some delicate kisses on her face and leave a final one on her nose before stepping back. "I'm fine." I tell her, "You're pleasure is more important to me. Besides, you're still coming over for dinner tonight." I say, hopeful that we could have a repeat of what just happened in a few more hours. She blushes up at me and nods her head, telling me how excited she is.
I pick up my clothes off the floor and start to get redressed as I let her collect her dress from my chair and dress herself as well, turning around to give her some privacy. When I turn back around, she is fully clothed and looks as if she is ready to leave. I walk toward the door, realizing it is not locked and making a mental note to start doing that.
"Well I guess I'll be seeing you later, Claire." I tell her, slowly opening the door, not wanting her to leave, but knowing she's must. "Yes, Owen, you will be…. I hope to see some more of you." She said before stepping into the hallway and placing a cloth item into the pocket of my shirt and smirking at me. Slowly, she strides out of my office and walks away, making me stare at her as she exits.
"I might have to change the menu tonight Miss Dearing." I shouted after her. She stopped in her tracks and turned around, giving me a confused look. "And why is that Mr. Grady?" She ponders. "I think I've found something I'd much rather eat tonight." I tell her, watching the color reappear in her cheeks, her jaw dropped as she cleared her throat, turning and swaying her hips a little bit extra. I've got her right where I want her.
I renter my office and try to finish my workday without thinking about what me and Claire have just done on my desk. I smile at the memories and sit back, thinking about how amazing tonight is going to be. A knock at my door grabs my attention and I tell the unknown person to come in. Barry strides in and starts talking about the raptors and how it's almost feeding time. I get up and follow him out when he stops me and points at my shirt pocket, asking me what's in it as he fishes Claire's black thong out of it. I blush and snatch it from him turning to go put it in my desk. When I return to the hallway Barry is still laughing and making jokes ab how we better get more funding and less rules now. I just roll my eyes at him and get ready for the relentless teasing that is about to ensue.
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