Claire and Owen stumbled in the tremors caused by the ravenous, murderous Indominous Rex falling fortuitiously into a well-hidden corner. Claire's eyes opened wide as she scrambled to flatten herself against the clammy concrete wall of Indominous' compound. Owen quickly clamped his large right hand over her mouth, the other indicated for her to lay on the ground. She did so without question. He lowered himself on top of her, using the thick jungle foliage to cover them like a blanket.

Indominous Rex stomped around the area, shooting gusts of air from her nostrils as she searched for her prizes. One gust nearly blew their cover, but luckily, another loud reptilian cry sounded in the distance just as Owen was aiming his rifle deftly with one hand at the scaly area between her overly intelligent eyes and Indominous Rex took off after it in a series of ground shaking stomps. Owen and Claire were safe, for now.

"Get off me, you big brute!" Claire exclaimed.

"No thanks for saving your life, huh? What a wonderful employer you are." Owen lifted himself in a push up position above her.

"I did not hire you. Keep that in mind. Now get off!"

"One, I'm off you. Two, you try to boss me around like I work for you. That's close enough in my book." Owen gave her a smirk. He had her.

Claire swiftly raised her leg, giving Owen a pointy kick in the ass from her high heels.

He peeled off to the side. "Damn, Claire."

She sat up. "Next time when I say get off me, I mean it!"

"There will be a next time?" he grinned.

"You are impossible."

"No, Claire, what is impossible is you are still wearing those ridiculous shoes. Seriously, how have you not broken the heels? Or your ankles?"

Claire removed one and chucked it at his head. "When you are the second in command of the largest theme park in the world that, in case you have forgotten, houses previously extinct large reptiles with rows of razor sharp teeth, you find things like high heels to be a smidgen less daunting."

Owen picked up the thrown shoe and studied it. "Point taken," he said as he tested the integrity of the heel.

Claire hastily threw off her other shoe. Then she removed her jacket tossing it aside as well. She fiddled with her skirt as she stood up. "Do you have a knife?"

"Of course," he replied as he reached behind his back. "Never go anywhere without it."

Claire took the knife from him as it was handed to her. She wasted no time in slicing away a large portion of her skirt. Owen stared as her businesswoman attire became a mini skirt in a matter of a minute. He reached out as she handed him back the knife, but instead of grabbing it, he caressed her long leg.

"What the fuck, Owen?"

"You really shouldn't curse. It's unbecoming for a lady like you."

Despite his wandering hands, Claire didn't move. She felt his touch up her side to her undershirt, then, up her arms as it was lifted away revealing her firm stomach and lacy bra.

"Owen..." Claire tried to make sense of it all, but fell silent when his mouth found hers. Large, manly lips that knew how to kiss, she was transported from the direness of the moment to a blissful state. He rubbed his bearded cheek on hers.

"I've wanted you since you walked in my first day yelling at me because I was late to work." He pressed his body against hers. She could feel his tight stomach muscles through his shirt. And, down below, his manhood was straining against his pants.

Claire sighed. "Let's not talk about work."

At that, Owen released her. Then, he reached back behind him pulling his shirt off over his head. Claire reveled in the view. He clearly spent all his time off working out.

"Now your turn," Owen said as he pointed to what was left of her skirt. Claire obliged by shimming out of both her skirt and her thong. Then, finally, she removed her bra allowing herself to be completely naked.

Owen unzipped his pants, pulled them down, and kicked them aside. Claire could see the outline in underwear more clearly now. The thought of what it could do to her made her shiver. She felt herself go wet.

Stepping forward and literally sweeping her off her feet, Owen laid Claire once again on the ground. Finding his way on top of her, his hands cupped a breast, his mouth teased the nipple. Claire moaned with pleasure. All the while, Owen moved his hardness in a rhythm that quickly stimulated her clit.

"Oh God, Owen," she exclaimed.

"Shh!" he chided her. "That's only the beginning."

He stood up. Pulling his underwear to the ground, Claire could now clearly see his shaft. It stood at attention, long, thick, and curved ending in a thick tip. She saw evidence of pre-cum spilling from the slit. Owen let her have a long look. It looked to Claire as if he was going to say something. Instead, he stood, picked her up, and pushed her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist.

His shaft lined up with her entrance. "No protest?"

Claire shook her head. In one fell swoop Owen thrusted his cock deep inside her wet pussy.

A heavy, deep moan escaped his lips. "You are so tight, Claire..."

The first few thrusts were exaggerated. She could feel his rod curling upward into the entrance of her cervix causing explosions of pleasure to encapsulate her. Then, Owen began a rhythm. He would pull out almost as far as he could without disengaging from the act then pound back into her swiftly. Claire took it for a few minutes before she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm.

"Mmmmm..." she moaned.

"Oh, honey, cum for me," Owen begged as he thrust harder.

Claire's body began to convulse around Owen's rod. He felt his own orgasm building. First in his balls as they tightened in anticipation, continuing to hit her backside as he slammed into her. Then, suddenly, he felt the waves of cum shoot from his thickness out of the tip and into Claire's warm insides. He slowed his thrusts, but continued to impale her deeply until he was spent.

The two lay there quietly for a few moments before they put on their clothing, gathered the weapon, and continued on their journey. They never spoke of it again.