"Are you?"

She gave her head a slight shake. "Am I what?"

Ben lifted his head, "A crazy psycho who is going to screw me then take my money."

"No!" she laughed.

"Then I don't see a problem."

Jenna pushed him off her and walked across the floor to the middle of the room.

Her body was vibrating from her aroused state, but she desperately tried to ignore it.

She didn't want to screw things up again. Last time Ben had been in her life she'd lost out on an important project. And the last relationship she'd been in had been a disaster.

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She didn't need complications right now.

"Be serious. Despite what you think, you don't know me at all. Shit, the parts of you I do know, I'm not sure I like." Jenna stopped moving and closed her eyes. "I don't believe I'm doing this."

"I like that."

"What?"

"That you want me so badly you're not acting like yourself," Ben said as he turned around and rested his back against the door.

"Doesn't that happen to you all the time?"

He laughed. Not like before, but a deep rich belly laugh. He leaned forward and rested his hands on his legs.

"Ben?"

"I'm sorry. You don't realize how different you are."

"I'm hoping you mean different as a good thing."

"The very best thing. You're so unbelievably hot."

They held their positions for several minutes, staring at each other. Jenna fought back her sexual impulses by squeezing her fists. Again she recognized the fact that there was something about Ben that was different. Whether he really was her perfect match or if it was simply the idea that he could be no longer seemed to matter to her. This was her opportunity to let go. Her shot at living out a fantasy she never thought would come true.

"You look like you've made a decision." He held her eye contact.

She swallowed hard. "I think I did."

"And can I know what it is?"

"If you promise me something."

He straightened and made his way over to her. When he was a foot away he stopped, crossed his arms across his chest and waited.

"Whatever happens here tonight, I don't want it to go beyond here and now."

Ben didn't answer, but simply waited for her to continue.

Jenna sighed, "I have to admit, I'm incredibly attracted to you. And I'd like nothing more than to strip every stitch of clothing off you this second. But I need to know that after tonight, things will go back to normal."

"I'm your perfect match but only for one night?"

"Yes." She cringed.

Ben nodded, reached out for her hands and pulled her close. "I'll agree to your terms, if you agree to one of mine."

As she moved into his arms, she stayed silent.

"I'll agree to forget everything that happens here tonight, if you grant me the option 32 of courting you in a more traditional manner. After."

Court her? After? The idea was as bizarre as Mars rejoining the Earth coalition. But with Ben standing so close to her and her desire ramped up into overdrive there was only one possible answer she could give.

She held her breath and looked up. "Agreed."

Without another word Ben brought his lips down to hers. He hesitated for a moment before leaning in to nibble her bottom lip. Gently, he brushed his lips over hers before claiming her mouth. The air rushed from her lungs as she drank him in. Jenna pulled his shirt edge out of his pants and began to undo the rest of the buttons. A moan escaped her lips when she was finally able to pull his shirt free from his arms. His arms and chest were firm, the well-formed muscles tensed as she ran her hands over his skin.

She dipped her head down to kiss along his chest and slowly dropped to her knees.

Back and forth she rubbed her lips over his abs, the light dusting of hair tickling her nose. His entire body began to vibrate as her mouth grew closer to his groin.

"I though you wanted me to take you against the wall?" he said in a low raspy voice.

"Oh, I do. But there is something I've always wanted to try first."

Her fingers shook as she reached up and began to undo his belt buckle. The silver finish caught the reflection of the setting sun, sending a beam of light bouncing off his body. After a few fumbles, she managed to loosen the buckle and pop the button holding his pants together.

Jenna inhaled deeply, letting the rich scent of his arousal wash over her. Slowly she freed his cock and was surprised at the size. The last man she'd slept with wasn't interested in letting her explore. He was also a fraction the size of Ben. Praise the gods!

Looking up she was rewarded with the sight of one of the most powerful men on Mars, standing completely under her control, tense and waiting to see what she was going to do next. His gaze was fixed on her mouth and his breath was coming out in short pants.

Jenna tucked her feet under her bottom to give her a better angle. From there she was able to lean in, and without touching anywhere else on his body, run the tip of her tongue over the tip of his cock. His skin was warm and held the light taste of sweat. The scent of his arousal pushed her on. Again and again she licked around his head, each contact causing his shaft to twitch in response. Purely on impulse, she dipped her head lower and licked a long stroke up the length of his cock.

A moan escaped Ben and his hands flew to either side of Jenna's head. When she didn't move at his light tug he grew impatient. In a flash he reached down, picked her up and carried her to the window. Standing her up, he pressed her against the warm glass, kissing her mouth and cheek.

The thin straps of her dress fell from her shoulders and exposed Jenna's breasts.

Ben didn't hesitate and dropped his mouth to her nipple, sucking it fully into his mouth. He pulled back enough to lightly graze her fully pebbled peak with his teeth, 33 causing Jenna's legs weaken. Ben pushed his thigh between her legs to keep her from collapsing. The pleasure from the intimate contact against her pussy brought her to the brink of orgasm.

"Ben," she gasped. "I'm so...close."

Before she realized what he was doing, Ben was on his knees in front of her. With a gentleness that amazed her, he pushed her dress up and her black lace panties off. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder to give him access to her soaking cunt.

"My turn."

The sharp intake of air chilled her sensitive skin for a moment before his tongue found her swollen clit. He licked around the nub, teasing her with the promise of release. Jenna closed her eyes as she arched her back against the window. At last, his lips encircled her, wrenching a cry from her. When he slipped first one, then two fingers into her wet cunt and began to stroke, her body trembled.

The tempo increased and she couldn't hold on any longer. Jenna cried out as the first wave of her orgasm washed over her. But he didn't stop and pull away as other men had in the past. Ben continued licking, pushing her to the edge and over. A second orgasm pounded her body. It was too much. Her skin was covered with sweat, her muscles quivering under his touch. Finally, she had to force his face away to find relief from the pleasure.

"Ben, oh gods, Ben."

He stood, keeping his arm hooked under her leg. His cock now had clear access to her. The swollen tip brushed against her and instantly another wave of desire trembled through her.

"Unless you say something, I'm going to take you right now. I can't hold out much longer, so if you've changed your mind-"

She didn't let him finish. She could taste her own juices on his lips as she kissed him hard. Her fingers found his cock and guided him to her. Ben captured her wrist with his hand and moved it from between their bodies to hold it above her head. With unfailing accuracy he pushed forward into her pussy, stretching her muscles and filling her completely.

Jenna wrapped her raised leg around his hip, trying desperately to pull him closer.

Deeper. She couldn't. Ben held her open, giving him complete access to her body. He dipped his head and licked the hard bud her nipple had become. The sensation shot straight to her clit. Holy shit, I'm going to come again! She dug the nails of her free hand into his shoulder.

"Harder! Fuck me harder."

Licking his thumb, he reached between them to rub her. The brief contact was all she needed. Jenna clung to Ben, screaming at the arrival of her third orgasm. Like before, Ben didn't relent. Quickening his pace, he thrust deep into her hard and fast.

Her pussy muscles clenched around his cock and proved to be his undoing. Ben threw his head back and cried out, thrusting two, three more times against her as she came.

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Both completely spent, they slipped together into a heap on the floor.

Neither of them moved for a long time. Jenna opened her eyes slightly and dozed in the setting sun. The reflection of the sun off the red Mars soil turned everything in the room a deep crimson. It would be dark within the hour. Soon she'd head home and reality would return.

A loud noise coming from her stomach broke the silence. Jenna sat up enough to cover her tummy with a hand.

"I see you've regained your appetite," Ben spoke against her hair.

"I'm famished."

Unexpected feelings of awkwardness struck her. She tried to sit up and cover up her breast.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm sitting on your legs and I know I'm not the lightest person-"

Ben shifted his position and looked her in the eyes. Jenna blushed.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm...sorry. I can't believe we did this. That I did this with you. We haven't seen each other in seven years."

Running his finger down her cheek, Ben smiled. "I'm not as bad as you thought?

That's good then. I think by the time we're done tonight you'll realize I'm not the monster you seem to think I am. I plan on taking all night to change your opinion of me."

Her response was stuck in her throat. What the hell can you say to a proposal like that?

35.

Chapter Four.

Jenna appeared mesmerized by the explosion of bubbles from the champagne as Ben filled her glass. He caught himself smiling again at her reaction to things he took for granted. For once in his life, he was happy he'd listened to someone's advice. Matt had been right about this dating service. And any reservations he'd had about meeting Jenna again were gone. It was simply a matter of her realizing he wasn't the jerk she thought he was. Now he only had to make sure he didn't slip into any old habits that would reinforce that negative impression.

"Can I get you anything else?" he said, keeping his tone even. The last thing he wanted to do was add to her apparent inner turmoil.

Jenna looked up and smiled, "Are you kidding? There's enough food here to feed me for a week. I don't think I could eat anything else. Not unless I want to skip dessert."

"Matt loves cooking almost as much as driving his car."

"Well, if he's still single I have a friend who I think would hit it off with him," Jenna paused and sat back in her chair. "What's wrong?"

Shit. "Nothing at all. Why?"

"When I asked if he was single you cringed."

Try to deny it? This was Jenna after all. A quick glance at the concern on her face and he figured she wouldn't buy a lie anyway. Instead he made a mental note to keep better control over his emotions.