tugged. Jenna’s gaze moved from his chest to the scarf and he heard her gasp.
“I did my planning earlier today,” he said in a voice as tight as his grip on the scarf.
From the moment he’d read her fantasy, he’d been unable to think of anything else.
The more time he spent with her, the more he wanted to be the one to fulfill her sexual desires. The pain in the ass professor was turning into a major pain in his groin. Even if the relationship wouldn’t go beyond tonight, he wanted to make sure Jenna never 37
forgot him.
When she finally looked up, he could see that her face was flushed but she was clearly excited.
“I’m a bit nervous,” she whispered.
A sudden wave of protectiveness rose in him. Ben sat forward just enough to pull her hard against him for a kiss. Jenna’s shock melted into liquid heat like before. His body reacted to her like no other before. His very skin tingled wherever her touch caressed, winding his internal sexual drive into a frenzy. He pulled back and stared at her, the sounds of their panting in sync.
He looked at her hard, willing her to understand that tonight was special.
“You know I won’t do anything to hurt you.”
Jenna’s gaze flicked to the scarf for only a moment before meeting his again. “You did trash my project—”
“Can you drop that? I’m talking about you and me living out one of your fantasies.
Not a project that you couldn’t find a shred of evidence to support,” he managed to say in a calm voice, concealing his turbulent emotional state.
“I don’t know you, Ben. You’re asking me to let you tie me to a chair so you can have your way with me. I know the hard-ass business tycoon. I’m still getting to know the man. Sure, I’m attracted to you, but this is about more than that. I need to trust you.”
By the end of her speech Jenna’s face was flushed, her breathing was deep and steady. Anger flashed for the briefest of moments before he got it under control. She’s right of course. What little of him she knew came from a business deal gone wrong, the media and his bio that the university received three weeks ago. She couldn’t trust someone she didn’t know. Hell, he wouldn’t either.
Ben reached up and wrapped a tendril of her hair around his fingers. Slowly rubbing his finger over the soft strands gave him renewed calm.
“What can I do to prove that you can trust me?”
He closed his eyes, providing a barrier in case she said “nothing”.
It was her turn now to caress him. Her fingers touched his cheek, lightly traced a path across it to his ear, only to return to his one flaw.
“How did you get this scar?”
He bit his tongue when his rehearsed answer almost popped out. The metallic taste of blood brought him back to his senses. She couldn’t know the truth, but Jenna was bright enough to spot a lie. He’d have to walk a very delicate line. He opened his eyes and looked right into hers.
“Someone who I trusted for a very long time gave that to me. The promise of greed and power can have a tremendous hold over some people. He thought that killing me was the way he’d get his.”
Over and over, Jenna ran her finger over the place where Rick had sliced him, but 38
she didn’t look away.
“Thanks,” she said in a shaky voice.
Jenna then leaned in and kissed him again. Something changed between them. The overwhelming sexual need to strip her naked, while still there, wasn’t the most important thing. He simply wanted to get closer to her. Jenna ran her tongue over his lips, nipping the lower with her teeth as she squirmed against him in the chair. The silk scarf tickled his overly sensitive nipple when she leaned forward. Her dress rode up over her thighs, giving him access to her clit. His erection strained to burst through his pants, wanting him to touch her, give them both release.
“Jenna. I need to know what you want me to do.”
“Make love to me.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Enough for
“I did my planning earlier today,” he said in a voice as tight as his grip on the scarf.
From the moment he’d read her fantasy, he’d been unable to think of anything else.
The more time he spent with her, the more he wanted to be the one to fulfill her sexual desires. The pain in the ass professor was turning into a major pain in his groin. Even if the relationship wouldn’t go beyond tonight, he wanted to make sure Jenna never 37
forgot him.
When she finally looked up, he could see that her face was flushed but she was clearly excited.
“I’m a bit nervous,” she whispered.
A sudden wave of protectiveness rose in him. Ben sat forward just enough to pull her hard against him for a kiss. Jenna’s shock melted into liquid heat like before. His body reacted to her like no other before. His very skin tingled wherever her touch caressed, winding his internal sexual drive into a frenzy. He pulled back and stared at her, the sounds of their panting in sync.
He looked at her hard, willing her to understand that tonight was special.
“You know I won’t do anything to hurt you.”
Jenna’s gaze flicked to the scarf for only a moment before meeting his again. “You did trash my project—”
“Can you drop that? I’m talking about you and me living out one of your fantasies.
Not a project that you couldn’t find a shred of evidence to support,” he managed to say in a calm voice, concealing his turbulent emotional state.
“I don’t know you, Ben. You’re asking me to let you tie me to a chair so you can have your way with me. I know the hard-ass business tycoon. I’m still getting to know the man. Sure, I’m attracted to you, but this is about more than that. I need to trust you.”
By the end of her speech Jenna’s face was flushed, her breathing was deep and steady. Anger flashed for the briefest of moments before he got it under control. She’s right of course. What little of him she knew came from a business deal gone wrong, the media and his bio that the university received three weeks ago. She couldn’t trust someone she didn’t know. Hell, he wouldn’t either.
Ben reached up and wrapped a tendril of her hair around his fingers. Slowly rubbing his finger over the soft strands gave him renewed calm.
“What can I do to prove that you can trust me?”
He closed his eyes, providing a barrier in case she said “nothing”.
It was her turn now to caress him. Her fingers touched his cheek, lightly traced a path across it to his ear, only to return to his one flaw.
“How did you get this scar?”
He bit his tongue when his rehearsed answer almost popped out. The metallic taste of blood brought him back to his senses. She couldn’t know the truth, but Jenna was bright enough to spot a lie. He’d have to walk a very delicate line. He opened his eyes and looked right into hers.
“Someone who I trusted for a very long time gave that to me. The promise of greed and power can have a tremendous hold over some people. He thought that killing me was the way he’d get his.”
Over and over, Jenna ran her finger over the place where Rick had sliced him, but 38
she didn’t look away.
“Thanks,” she said in a shaky voice.
Jenna then leaned in and kissed him again. Something changed between them. The overwhelming sexual need to strip her naked, while still there, wasn’t the most important thing. He simply wanted to get closer to her. Jenna ran her tongue over his lips, nipping the lower with her teeth as she squirmed against him in the chair. The silk scarf tickled his overly sensitive nipple when she leaned forward. Her dress rode up over her thighs, giving him access to her clit. His erection strained to burst through his pants, wanting him to touch her, give them both release.
“Jenna. I need to know what you want me to do.”
“Make love to me.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Enough for
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