Owen was in the lab, monitoring his raptor eggs when he got that unexpected text. Dr. Wu was positive they would be hatching if not that afternoon, then in the next couple of days. The former Navy man was already building a bond with those embryo, he talked to them and made sure they were comfortable in that incubator. He didn't see why he shouldn't have the best for his eggs just the same way a pregnant woman would with her unborn child. He would sit and hatch those eggs himself if it didn't look funny.

"Sorry, girls..." He smiled upon opening the text message, "I have to go get laid~" He shifted on his stool while texting that redhead back, "and what if I'm busy?" He replied, already on his way out.

Claire was driving across the park, her cellphone clipped to the air conditioning vent. She smiled at the notification and stopping, she grabbed her iPhone so she could reply, "Hmm... I'll find another way to dry my panties, no worries. See you around." She smiled to herself before pressing send.

Owen stumbled onto the steps on his way up to her office the moment he read that text. "Explicit content, okay..." He mumbled to himself before pulling himself back up; "They better be wet when we meet up there, young lady." He pressed send.

The redhead nibbled on her lower lip at his last reply, "oh, they are...soaked and sticky. I'm actually pulling over to take them off...save you some time."

Owen didn't even finish reading that when he ran upstairs all the way up to her office. He stumbled against the door and once inside, he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the side. "You better hurry, I have a friend down in my pants that's throbbing to see you." He managed to text her back before getting comfortable on the couch.

He untied his shoes and kicked them off. Owen started to try different positions on that couch, trying to find one that would look sexy and casual upon her arrival.

The redhead made it to the building, he could hear her heels clicking against the floor. He quickly decided to change positions and just sit on the couch while scanning a magazine.

Zara was telling her something but he couldn't quite tell what it was through the closed door. He shifted on the cushion at the sound of it being opened and cleared his throat.

"And please just—get lost." Claire requested of the assistant. "And clear the floor with you." She grinned lightly. "Thank you."

"You have a meeting in—"

"I already set the reminder on my cellphone." She nodded, "thank you." She repeated.

Judging by how things had gone down in that shower a few weeks back, the redhead didn't want anyone nearby who could hear her. Claire bit on her lower lip and gently closed the door and locked it.

She slowly turned around and smiled at the sight of Owen shirtless just sitting there with a magazine in his hands. "Did you say something about having a friend over?" She pursed her lips.

The boner he was displaying behind that magazine made him nod.

The redhead smirked playfully and was about to step out of her heels when Owen stopped her, "No~" He shook his head, "you leave them on." He commanded.

Claire fixed it back on and straddled his lap while taking the magazine away from him, "Can I see him?" She asked about his friend.

Owen leaned back against the couch rest and let his hands rest on her round ass. The red dress she was wearing that day tight against her curves and driving him crazier than she already did.

"Momentarily." He murmured before brining one hand up her spine, his fingers flirting with the zipper in the back of her dress. He was trying to decide if he wanted to fuck her wearing that dress or take it off.

The redhead fixed her green eyes on his hazel ones and smiled softly at him, feeling his fingers brushing her long hair and tucking it behind her ear. She was gorgeous, it drove him insane. How could she have the softest of features but be so fierce and bossy? It did things to him, and the way his hard was pressing against her thigh gave it away.

Claire leaned against him and kissed him soundly, she moaned into his mouth after letting her tongue take control of their kiss. Owen let his one hand move from her ass to the small of her back and pushed her closer, his other one still playing with the ends of her long hair.

After a few seconds, he pulled back and adjusted. He used both his hands to bring her hair over one shoulder and with a soft smile he gently started to press small kisses down the naked side of her neck.

Claire closed her eyes and moaned softly at the feeling of his warm hungry lips nibbling on her freckled skin. She tilted her head to the side allowing him more access. She shifted slightly, making him groan. She smiled to herself and let her left arm rest against his shoulder while her right hand went down between them, and finding that bulge she tenderly started to massage it over his pants.

"Fuck, woman." He whimpered finding it hard to work on her neck while her fingers teased him like that.

"I want you so bad~" She groaned against his lips before slowly pecking them.

Owen allowed his hands to rest on her breasts over her dress and massage them, they were soft and felt so good. He leaned over and kissed down her cleavage before squeezing them firmly.

Claire moaned and by then her hands had paused the torture on his manhood and ran up his chest, she moaned softly feeling how strong he was.

His hands were now running up her thighs under her dress, and smiling curiously at her. He licked his lips and clipped his fingers around the edges of her panties, "You are a bad girl..." he shook his head.

She blushed and nibbled on her lower lip before shrugging.

"You said you had taken them off." He teased her before kissing her softly, his fingers slowly pulling those panties off.

"What's going to be my punishment for doing you like this?" She wondered, helping him remove her panties once they had been brought down to her knees.

Owen chuckled and slowly slid down the back rest and parted his legs, adjusting so he could give her what she wanted. "Come here," he grabbed her from the back of her neck and pulled her down before kissing her hungrily. His hands were once again on her breasts. He moaned letting his fingers slip under her bra. He had made his choice to take that dress off, have her naked.

His one hand found the zipper on the back of her dress and slowly pulled it down. He was gentle when removing the red dress up over her head and fixing her hair afterwards. He unclasped her bra and once off, he let it drop onto the ground.

She smiled once she found herself naked on top of him. His lips kissing one of her breasts gently while his one hand massaged the other one, his tongue playful over her nipple making her giggle.

Claire was biting on her lower lip while working on undoing his belt and pulling his pants off. She managed to undress him, standing up for a second so his pants and briefs could come down to his feet and he could kick them off.

The redhead licked her lips at the sight of his large erection pointing up for her. She didn't waste time before straddling him again.

Owen adjusted and found a comfortable angle after sliding against the back rest, his hands rested on her waist, and hers around each side of his neck as they kissed. He could feel her warm breasts against his chest, making him growl before deepening the kiss; his tongue hungry for hers, almost as much as his entire body was for her.

He reached out for his throbbing friend and positioned it gently for her to ride it. Claire moaned, tilting her head back at the feeling of his thick shaft slowly penetrating her.

"God, babe..." He groaned, feeling how wet she really was for him. His shaft slipping inside of her with ease. She was still tight around him, the way her folds wrapped around his cock made him moan loudly.

The redhead groaned when he pulled out of her and back in before he could start a pace with his hips against her. They started with a slow rhythm, her hips quickly picking up on his lead. She rolled them against him, her lips kissing his gently before he took advantage of the position and buried his face against her perky breasts.

Owen moved his hands from her waist to around her ass and squeezed it firmly while keeping the pace steady. He was loving this; with each roll her hips followed, her breasts would bounce against his face.

He was buried deep inside of her, making her moan with each thrust his offered. Owen slid lower against the back rest, wanting to increase the pace and have her ride him hard. His hands made it back to her waist and he adjusted her frame before helping her bounce up and down against him, making each thrust faster, harder, and deeper.

He held her like this until her loud callings of his name started to fade into the struggle of finding a way to speak.

It took her about twenty minutes to ride him all the way to her release. She collapsed against him unable to catch her breath and her heart threatening to burst out of her chest.

Owen groaned feeling his own fill her, he moved his strong arm around her and with his other hand, he brushed her sweaty bangs off her the blushed skin of her face. He gently pressed a kiss on her forehead and adjusted wanting to keep her in his arms for a little while.

Claire smiled and looking up, she let him steal a couple of pecks from her.

Owen let his finger twirled around the ends of her hair while his other hand gently caressed her naked shoulder.

"Wanna go for round two?" She suggested, her fingers gently brushing down his cheek.

Her iPhone not giving him time to answer, announcing she had that one meeting to go to.

"Raincheck?" She frowned apologetically before pulling away from his embrace and fetching out for her panties and her bra so she could start getting dressed.