She didn't hesitate, her fingers gently tugged each button, taking her time as she pushed each through its hole and spreading the thin fabric of her shirt to reveal a cream camisole. Her body stilled once she'd completed her task. He could see her nipples, two hard peaks poking through from underneath the camisole. His mouth watered at the idea of sucking them into his mouth. Soon.

"Take your shirt off." His need made his voice sound thick.

Jenna blushed as she shrugged her shirt off, letting it pool on the floor behind her.

The cream camisole accentuated more than it hid, but it still wasn't enough for him.

"The pants next."

Jenna looked down and frowned. Ben's heart pounded when her fingers began to work the buttons that held her pants closed and pushed them down over her hips. She sat back onto her ass and pulled them off the rest of the way, revealing a cream-colored thong. Ben's mouth watered at the sight of her as she pushed her way back up on to her knees.

"Crawl to me."

Before she moved, an impish smile appeared on her face. She pulled her hair free of 100 the elastic that held it in place. Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, down her back to softly frame her face. He wanted to feel her hair on his skin as he had last night.

Only this time he wanted more of it. More of her.

Jenna dropped forward so she now rested on her hands and knees. From that angle he could see her full breasts, watched as they swayed with each motion she made crawling towards him. Inch by inch she crept closer, her eyes never leaving his. She stopped when her head brushed his legs and she rose to kneel in front of him.

"Hi," she whispered.

He couldn't talk, she was so beautiful Ben could barely think. He reached out and traced a line down her cheek and along her neck until he came to the junction of her neck. With a gentle tug, he pulled the thin strap that held the camisole in place. It fell, until it came to a rest at her elbow. The weight of the material pulled the front down, exposing her breast in the dim light of the limo. Reaching up with his other hand, Ben pulled the second strap and the light fabric fell to her waist.

"Beautiful."

"How long do we have?" she whispered.

Ben reached forward and hit the intercom. "Matt, take the long way."

He didn't wait for a response and flicked it off. Jenna looked over her shoulder at the black barrier that separated the two of them from Matt. Ben knew what she was thinking.

"He can't see a thing."

She turned back to face him and grinned. "That's good."

Jenna pushed the camisole to the floor so she knelt before him in only her thong. He stared at her, memorizing every inch of her skin. Everything about her was perfect. The soft curve of her hips, the size of her breasts. His cock and balls tightened, needing release.

"Your turn," she said with a purr.

A smile threatened to cross his lips and he had to focus hard to fight it. Instead, he frowned and leaned further back against his seat.

"I'd rather have you do it for me."

Jenna cocked an eyebrow, but leaned forward and attacked his buttons. Her nimble fingers had the shirt pulled apart quickly and they began to explore his chest. She even pinched his nipples, sending a burst of pleasure and pain through him. He sucked in a breath and caught her wrists in his hands.

Ben pulled her hard against him and caught her in a fierce kiss. He struggled with his control, wanting to throw her on the floor and have his way with her. She didn't back down, thrusting her own tongue in and out of his mouth. He moaned and deepened the kiss as he moved forward, pulling her to the floor, covering her body with his. He finally pulled back and began to lick and nip his way down her neck, over to her ear.

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"You like to push, don't you?" He nipped the fleshy ridge as he spoke.

"It's more fun that way." And she licked his lobe.

"You're the only woman I know who does that."

Jenna shifted so she could see his face. "It's about time someone taught the mighty Ben Hawthorn a thing or two."

"And you think it's you?"

She ground her hips against his groin and smiled. "Damn straight."

He couldn't wait any longer. Ben sat up enough to undo his pants and push them off. The cool air felt good against the hot skin of his cock. But it wasn't going to stay cool for long. Ben was back on top of Jenna, grinding himself hard against her pussy.

The thin thong proved to be an annoying barrier which he pulled aside.

Before he pushed inside her, Ben wanted to make sure she wanted this. That she wouldn't regret the decision later and blame him. He began to ask her when she pressed her hand to his mouth.

"If you don't ram your cock into me right now, I'll scream."

That was all he needed. In one swift motion, he pushed his way deep inside her until he couldn't push any further. He held still for a moment before pulling back and thrusting deep again. Jenna moaned and clutched his back with her hands, flexing her nails against his skin. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in closer with every thrust.

Ben had to close his eyes and concentrate on not coming too fast. Jenna deserved more than a quick fuck. But holding back proved difficult as her muscles contracted around his shaft.

He reached down and wrapped his fingers around her breast, squeezing and teasing her nipple. Jenna moaned louder this time and bucked her hips against his.

Gods, he forgot how sensitive she was there. Pulling out, he bent his head and captured her nipple in his mouth, sucking it to a tight peak.

"Ben!" She was desperate, her hands urging his head closer as she pulled him back inside her with the pressure of her feet on his ass.

Soon they fell into a steady rhythm, meeting each other's thrusts, licking and tasting whatever part of skin their mouths and tongues came into contact with. He could feel her pussy swell around his cock, her juices making her passage slick and warm. She was close to coming. Ben ground against her clit, increasing the pressure enough to push her over the edge into pleasure.

Jenna gasped as she drove her nails into his shoulder. The first ripples of pleasure caused her muscles to squeeze his cock as she cried out with her orgasm. Ben didn't slow his pace, pounding into her harder, chasing his own release. Jenna continued to meet him thrust for thrust, panting hard as a sheen of sweat covered her chest and arms. When she angled her hips up to meet his, Ben felt his cock swell and explode as he pumped his cum into her. He bit her shoulder to try to muffle his cries. Jenna's 102 surprised gasp quickly turned into a moan.

He finally fell upon her in a heap, kissing her neck, tasting the mix of sweat and desire on her skin. Her fingers were stroking his hair, whispering his name as she returned his kisses.

"You're so sweet," he said and darted his tongue out to tease her earlobe. "I wish the rest of the planet would go to hell."

"We can have Matt keep driving around if you want."

He looked into her eyes and his heart thrilled to see the playfulness in her eyes. This was the Jenna he needed. He needed a woman who could put him in his place if needed. One who wanted the man, not the status.

Jenna.

"I'm sorry, I must be crushing you," he said as he tried to roll off her.

Instead of letting him move, she tightened the grip of her legs around his hips.

Holding him close, she sighed.

"It feels nice."

It really did. Ben lowered his face to the crook of her neck and breathed in her scent.

Everything about her was right. Then why couldn't he let go and trust her? She'd been right when she'd accused him of being selfish, not wanting to let anyone get close. His father had warned him years ago that men in their position couldn't afford to get close to anyone. In the end, it would come back to haunt them. As it had with his friendship with Rick. But he couldn't believe Jenna would do anything to hurt him.

Not on purpose.

Ben placed a kiss on her neck. "We should get dressed. Matt must be driving circles around the site by now."

She chuckled. "Do you make him do this often? Poor Matt."

"No, never before." And never again.

Reluctantly, Ben pushed himself up and held his hand out for Jenna to take. Jenna smiled and a blush covered her cheeks and spread down her body to the tops of her breasts. His cock twitched at the sight. If he didn't get her up and dressed soon, Matt was going to run out of power for the limo.

He handed Jenna her shirt and they got dressed in silence. It wasn't uncomfortable, though. He caught her looking at him more than once and smiled every time he did.

"What?" he finally asked.

Jenna shrugged. "I never thought I'd be here with you. Doing this."

"Why not?"

"I was really...attracted to you back then. Seven years ago, I mean. But you never seemed to notice me. Except when I was yelling at you about the project."

With her clothing back in place, Jenna slid back onto her seat and looked at him. He finished with his own buttons, and moved to the seat beside her.

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"You drove me nuts." He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I would bitch to Matt about you on a daily basis. But even after the project was shut down, I couldn't get you out of my head. For the longest time, I wondered what you were doing."

Her eyes widened. "Really? How far away from that stupid machine are we anyway?"

Jenna looked out the window as if to gauge the distance. Ben chuckled and caressed her cheek, gently turning her face around. Only inches away now, he watched her suck her bottom lip into her mouth.

"Far enough."

He pulled her close, their lips brushing for a moment before he captured them in a kiss. Unlike before, Ben felt something change between them. He was lonely, but when he kissed her, was with her, that loneliness disappeared. When Jenna touched his cheek in response, he was almost crushed by the tenderness. His heart began to pound and his skin tingled under her touch.

When she pulled back, he could feel her tremble.

"I don't think we're moving anymore," she said in a breathy whisper.

It almost hurt to turn away from her and look out the window.

"We're at the dig." Ben ran a thumb over her bottom lip before releasing her from his embrace. "Go check what you need to and come back. Matt will drive you home.

Tonight we'll figure out how we can stop Rick and put an end to this."

Jenna nodded and made her way over to the door. She opened it, but before she got out, she hesitated and looked back at him.

"And what about after that?"

The uncertainty in her voice matched the confusion of his heart. He didn't know if he could let go of everything he'd believed in, everything he'd done to protect himself for years. Ben looked at her and shook his head. He didn't know what else to do.

"We'll worry about that...after."

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Chapter Twelve.

Jenna sat on the oversized couch, squished in between Matt and Roger and wished she could find a way to escape. Ben was busy playing host and she couldn't get over the change in him. She knew women would throw themselves at him and now she understood why. He was completely at ease in his environment, the social frontlines.

"When is this protector guy showing up? I need to get my ass back to the site,"

Roger grumbled before sucking an ice cube into his mouth.

"Any time now," Ben said and handed Roger a fresh drink.

"I would have felt better picking him up. I hate that he has this address," Matt shook his head.

For whatever reason, Ben didn't want Matt out and around, preferring to keep him close. Jenna could only assume that meant he was worried about something and wanted Matt in case there was a problem.

"We're hardly ever here, Matt. Even if he sends a SWAT team, we'll be fine."

As if on cue, there was a loud knock at the door. Ben started to make his way to it, but Matt was up in a flash and beat him.

"Let me," Matt said and pointed at Ben. "Humor me."

Throwing his hands up in defeat, Ben made his way back towards the bar, winking at Jenna as he went. She managed to squash the giggle that threatened to rear its ugly head.

Things had changed between them since their earlier ride in the limo. They'd come to some sort of truce, if not an understanding. Her lips tingled at the memory of their last kiss, the rush of warmth that spread through her body, culminating somewhere near her heart. It hadn't been lust that had driven him to kiss her that time. It wasn't lust that had squeezed her heart when she felt his loneliness through his touch.

Jenna couldn't help but wonder how badly she'd misjudged him all those years ago. He'd only been trying to do his job, one she really didn't appreciate at the time.

Ben needed to be in control of his projects, not only because of who he was, but because he cared about what he did. The realization opened her eyes to another side of him, of them.

She was falling in love with him.

"You must be Kyle," Matt said as he opened the door.