Tiny Dancer(Divine Creek Ranch 13)(54)

As the evening progressed, Camilla noticed that Ben hung around a couple of hours past the time he normally went home on a Monday night. When there was a break in the activity at the bar, she slipped into his office. Quinten winked at her from his position at the bar as he chatted with Bill Duggan, and she smiled at him before closing the door behind her.

“Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be at home relaxing?”

Ben looked up from the paperwork on his desk and gave her a sexy smile that sent a wave of heat rippling through her.

His gaze travelled slowly up and down her body as he leaned back in his desk chair. She glanced down and could see the sexy bulge at his groin as he shifted slightly in the seat. Lust sizzled through her as he met her gaze. In a husky, deep drawl, he said, “And just rattle around the house by my lonesome?”

“Poor baby.” She skirted his desk, conscious that if the door was opened, many of the people sitting at the bar would be able to see the two of them. Ben rolled backward in the chair and pulled her into his lap when she came within reach.

“Don’t feel too sorry for me.” His warm breath whispered against her throat as he spoke. The memory of how it had felt against her pussy that morning when he’d awakened her from sweet dreams made her wet for him all over again.

He gathered a handful of her hair and gently tilted her head back for his kiss, seeking her lips as he wrapped his arms all around her. Captured in his strong embrace, she felt safe and secure as his tongue dueled with hers, creating a sensual hum inside her. She forgot all about the office door and no longer cared if anyone walked in.

His cock swelled beneath her, and her pussy tingled as she remembered the way he’d lifted her as though she were as light as a feather and impaled her with that monster the night before. He took charge of the moment, but his manner wasn’t pushy. He just seemed to know what she needed without her explaining.

“So you’d rather stay up at work?”

“I never cared much for hanging around an empty house.”

She looked up at him, and something in his expression moved her to say, “You always struck me as the type that would be comfortable as a lone wolf.”

Ben shook his head. “No, did quite a bit of that growing up and in my early twenties.”

She sat up and looked directly into his eyes. “You helped me the other night. I didn’t really appreciate it afterwards, but I do now. Do you want to talk about it?”

Ben smiled at her and the warmth in his eyes didn’t fool her a bit. He wasn’t any more comfortable talking about his family than she was. “Not really. It’s all in the past. I knew I had all this paperwork to get caught up on, and I like being around you, especially now, so I stayed a bit late. It’s not a big deal.”

“All right.” She rose from his lap and turned to him, nearly nose to nose. “But I reserve the right to peel your onion, if the moment warrants it.”

Ben chuckled and kissed her nose. “Duly noted, sugar. I’m hungry and thought I’d go get us some supper. You hungry?”

“I could eat a little something.”

“Well, once I can stand without everyone knowing I have a hard-on for you, I’ll go get us all a bite to eat. Pizza sound okay?”

“Perfect.”

Five minutes later, Ben came back in the rear door of the nightclub and approached the bar, consternation written all over his face. He had his phone to his ear, and Camilla’s heart sped up when he made a beeline for her and motioned for her to come close, and then he tucked the phone back into his pocket.

“Sugar, I’ve got bad news.”

“What?” I’m not sure I can handle more bad news.

“It’s your car. Someone’s trashed it. Broke into it and tore up the inside of it.” He came around the end of the bar and slipped through the opening. “I’ve called Hank, and he’s coming over right now.”

“My car? How bad is it?”

“I didn’t touch anything, in case there are fingerprints, but it was torn up.”

“My leather seats?” Ben nodded and then hugged her when she couldn’t help the quiver in her lip. She loved those white leather seats.

Quinten came over, stroked her back, and asked, “What’s wrong? I thought you were going for pizza.” When Ben was done telling him, he said, “This seems to coincide with the break-in at Camilla’s house…and her recent car troubles.”

“The console was broken and the dash was torn up, too. They also ripped the lining out of the trunk.”

“I set the alarm. I wonder why we didn’t hear it.”

“As thick as the walls are in this place, we might not have if he’d come equipped to disable it. The steering column was intact. He didn’t try to start it.”