The week was tiresome. She did her job well, of course, but even sitting in front of a computer doing research can wear you down. She tried to take breaks frequently to avoid overdoing it. She was glad when Friday came. She got in the door and put her things away. Brian had taken the liberty and ordered dinner with money his dad had given him. They sat and ate and talked about the day. Jack was working late, so they knew they might not see him. She helped her son with his homework, then he went off to bed. Shiela hadn't been sitting very long when Jack let himself in with a key she had made for him. She had her head laid back, eyes closed listening to the soft jazz station, so she didn't hear him come in. He tiptoed in and placed a large bouquet of roses in her lap. She was startled at first until she saw the flowers. "Oh, Jack, they're beautiful!" "Glad you like them." He sat down beside her and whispered in her ear, "you can thank me for them later." "Why, John James McCoy, is this flirting I see?" She playfully slapped his arm, then kissed him before she took the flowers to the kitchen to put them in water. He followed her and they talked as she looked for a vase, which he helped her get off an upper shelf.

They both went back into the living room and he said, "Pour me a drink. I'm going up to see Brian." "Okay, darlin'." She poured a white wine for herself and a scotch, as usual, for him. Minutes later, he came back downstairs. "He said for us to behave ourselves down here." "Good thing he doesn't know what you're like with women." "Is that a fact?" He grabbed her around the waist as she pretended to try and get away. He loved the look she gave him when he held her close. The passion just flowed from her eyes. She petted his face before she leaned up to kiss him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. The fire between them was explosive. They devoured each other like they were sexually starving. His kisses moved down to the base of her neck working his way to her breasts. "God,..Jack,..oh!" She was unable to form a complete sentence because of the things he was doing. She thought she was going to climax right there with the way he was nibbling at her.

They got down on the floor and frantically undressed each other. It didn't take long for them to shed everything they had on. Jack caressed her breasts and leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth. Shiela writhed in his arms and threw her head back. It was hard for her to keep her voice down from the sensations she was experiencing. He was pleased with the results of his actions. He laid her down on the floor and reached down to explore her warm folds. Her movements became more prominent when he found her swollen nub. She bucked beside him with desire, barely able to keep any control. He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. She straddled his body and he entered her swiftly. She ground her hips and rode him, trying not to rush, but to make the moment last. Jack sat up and wrapped his arms around her upper body so he could have access to her breasts. The minute he tasted her nipple was all it took to drive her to an orgasm. He wasn't far behind. He exploded inside her. They shuddered as the waves of pleasure swept over them.

Afterward, they laid on the floor on their sides, Shiela with her back to Jack, covered in a blanket they had pulled off the couch. He was caressing her arm with his fingers. "I hate to say this, but I've got depositions to finish. I've gotta get home." "You know, Jack, this could be your home, if that's something you want to consider. Nothing says we can't live together." "I don't know." "Just promise me you'll think about it." "Fair enough." She enjoyed the view as she watched him dress. Once she was dressed herself he helped her off the floor. "Just give me time to think it over." "I won't push." He picked up his jacket to leave and couldn't bring himself to open the front door. He put it in the closet after locking up, shut off the lights, and following her up the stairs.