Chapter 5

Clayton watched J.R. and Sue Ellen as they walked hand in hand. He tried to see them as Ellie did, but he was finding it difficult to distinguish between love and lust. When Ellie mentioned that J.R. was acting as Jock used to, Clayton was at first confused, he didn't understand how Jock could distinguish between his love and lust for Ellie. To Clayton they were one in the same.

He loved and lusted for Ellie.

Hell, if he admitted it to himself, he had lusted after Ellie from the first moment he saw her years ago, and as he came to know her, he fell in love with her. As far as he was concerned, there was no difference between his love and his lust for his wife. They were two sides of the same coin.

Laughter floated to him on the breeze and Clayton looked over and smiled at the sight of Sue Ellen's head thrown back and she laughing. It felt good to see her so happy, and he hoped her happiness continued.

Lifting his hat from his head, Clayton wiped the sweat from his brow. He was just about to place his hat back on his head when he saw Ellie walking toward the stables. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a cotton shirt. Clayton's smiled at the sight of her, placing his hat back on his head. Suddenly a strong breeze blew and the shirt Ellie wore moulded to her body, emphasising her curves. Clayton's breath caught at the sight. He could feel his body clench in response and his hands itch to reach out and touch Ellie. As he stood there transfixed at the sight of Ellie, the breeze playing around her, he watched Carl, one of the older ranch hands walk towards her. Clayton could almost see the grin on the man's face. Clayton knew Carl fancied Ellie, hell he made no secret about it. Watching Ellie smile at something Carl said, Clayton growled low in his throat. Tossing the tools down, Clayton strode over to where Carl and Ellie stood. As he drew closer, he could hear Ellie's soft laughter and his stomach clenched in response. Closer still brought the scent of her perfume to his nose, reminding him of how she smelled as they made love. Clayton's body responded to the stimuli from Ellie and the only thought on Clayton's mind was finding a place where he could sink into her warm, willing body.

Finally reaching the two Clayton stopped across from Carl, who stood a bit too close to Ellie for Clayton's comfort.

"Carl," said Clayton, his voice low and controlled.

"Clayton," said Carl, smiling at the other man. Carl's smile faltered at the look in the other man's eyes. Clayton looked as if he wanted to tear him limb from limb and Carl tried to figure out what he had done to anger Clayton. Unable to come up with any reason why Clayton would be angry with him, Carl looked from Clayton to Miss Ellie and back to Clayton. Carl suddenly realized why Clayton was angry and he fought back a grin. 'Jealousy sometimes does a man good', thought Carl. Since he didn't want Clayton's fist planted in his face, Carl decided retreat was the better form of valour. Tipping his hat to Miss Ellie Carl said, "It's been nice talking to you Miss Ellie. I've got some work to do."

"You do that Carl," Clayton said irritably. Clayton moved to stand closer to Ellie. With a nod Carl turned, a grin spreading across his face and walked away.

Ellie waited until Carl was out of hearing range before turning on Clayton and admonishing him. "Clayton was that really necessary? Carl only stopped to say hello."

"Yes, it was," said Clayton. "You're my woman and that man…," began Clayton, his lust for Ellie overriding his normal common sense.

At Clayton's words, Ellie placed her hands on her jean clad hips and glared at her husband. "Clayton Farlow I may be your wife but I am no man's wom…," Clayton pulling her into his arms and kissing her cut off the rest of her tirade.

Ellie struggled for a brief moment before succumbing to the Clayton's kiss. If there was one thing both her late husband and her present husband shared, it was the ability to kiss extremely well. Ending the kiss, Clayton released Ellie. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her into the stables and toward the tack room. Once inside the tack room, Clayton locked the door before turning around and leaning against it.

"Clayton Farlow, what has gotten into you?" said Ellie, looking over at her husband.

"You have," answered Clayton huskily.

Ellie stared at Clayton. "Excuse me?" she said.

"I said you have," said Clayton. Walking over to Ellie Clayton whispered, "Have I told you how much I like it when you wear jeans, especially those jeans." Clayton's voice was low and sensual and Ellie could feel the butterflies fill her stomach. Stopping in front of Ellie Clayton continued, "I love how they hug your curves and your legs. When you wear them I want to spend all day just tracing your curves with my hands." Clayton rested his hands on Ellie's hips, pulling her gently forward before lifting her up and setting her on one of the saddles. Stepping between her legs, he placed both his hands to the sides of her. Staring into her eyes Clayton continued. "Is this my shirt?" asked Clayton, his hands moving from where they rested on the saddle to skim over Ellie's cotton covered back.

"Yes," Ellie answered, softly, panting lightly at the feel of Clayton's strong warm hands caressing her back.

"Hmm…I like when you wear my shirts," he said, nuzzling the side of her hair with his nose, before tracing the shell of her ear with his lips. "But I like it better when you wear nothing at all," he whispered gently before capturing her lips in a softly sensual kiss.


"Isn't that Miss Ellie and Clayton over there," said Sue Ellen, shielding her eyes against the glare of the afternoon sun.

J.R. looked over. "Yea, that's Mama and Clayton. I wonder what…?" J.R. began before trailing off as he watched Clayton pull his mama into his arms and kiss her before pulling her toward the stables.

"Whoa…," said Sue Ellen, witnessing kiss. Sue Ellen was surprised as J.R. took her elbow and pulled her toward the house. She figured J.R. would want to know why Clayton was all but dragging Miss Ellie into the stable. Of course, Sue Ellen had her suspicions why Clayton was dragging Miss Ellie to the stables, but she wasn't going to voice them. "Umm…J.R. shouldn't we…?" began Sue Ellen before stopping as J.R. turned to look at her.

"Sugar…no, I don't think we should," said J.R.. He knew he was blushing. He couldn't help it. His mama and Clayton were going to…they were gonna…geez he couldn't even say it. Shaking his head to rid himself of the images now filling it, J.R. looked at Sue Ellen. "Look, there are just some things a man doesn't wanna know about when it comes to his mama," he said, the blush on his cheeks deepening.

At his answer, Sue Ellen started to giggle and J.R. soon joined her in laughter.


Sunday at Southfork was a day for family. Normally work would be postponed until Monday, but this was not the case for this Sunday.

"I understand," said Sue Ellen. "It's alright Kelly. I should have realized it on Friday. No…no…don't worry about it. I'll take care of it. You enjoy your Sunday…no…no, it's fine…really. It won't take long to finalize everything and the courier will pick them up. You have a good day and I'll see you tomorrow…bye," said Sue Ellen, hanging up the phone before turning back to J.R..

"What's wrong?" asked J.R., putting the contracts down on the table.

"I've got to run into the office quick and sign a few things. Both Kelly and I forgot about the contracts and order for Michelina's and it needs to be in New York by 10 AM tomorrow. Kelly has already arranged for the courier to meet me at the office in an hour to pick up everything, I just need to sign and seal them," said Sue Ellen. She sat down in the chair next to J.R., obviously upset.

J.R. took Sue Ellen's hand in his, rubbing the top in an effort to comfort her. "How about I drive you in?" asked J.R..

"But what about John Ross?" Sue Ellen asked. "I really wanted to spend the day with him and you," she said.

"Why don't we see if John Ross wants to go with us or if he wants to stay here? Either way we won't be gone long. And while we are in town I can stop by the office and get that contract I wanted you to read," said J.R..

"Oh, the one you said didn't sound right," said Sue Ellen.

"Yea. I've read it but something isn't right about it. Bobby's read it and said it sounds fine to him. He doesn't see what the problem with it is. Not that that surprises me," scoffed J.R.. "I figured you could read it over and maybe between the two of us we can figure out why it bothers me," said J.R..

"Alright, let's see if John Ross wants to go or stay," said Sue Ellen. "And since we are coming right back I'm not changing," said Sue Ellen, looking down at her jeans, button up shirt and boots. J.R. nodded his head in agreement. He was dressed similarly in jeans, boots and a cotton shirt.

Checking with John Ross who opted to stay at Southfork to play with Christopher, Sue Ellen grabbed her purse and office keys while J.R. grabbed his Stetson and they headed into Dallas.

It took Sue Ellen only a few minutes to sign and seal the paperwork for the courier who arrived promptly. That done she locked her offices again before she and J.R. headed over to Ewing Oil.

Greeting the security guard, J.R. informed him he and Sue Ellen would only be staying for a short while before they headed to the elevator and up to the offices of Ewing Oil.

J.R. looked on his desk for the contract. He couldn't find it. He swore he left it on his desk on Friday.

"Maybe it's on Sly's desk," said Sue Ellen.

"Maybe," said J.R., walking out of his office to search his secretary's desk. Not finding it on Sly's desk J.R. searched Phyllis's desk not finding it there either. Deciding it might be in Bobby's office J.R. said, "I'm gonna check Bobby's office quick. It might be there."

"Alright," said Sue Ellen watching J.R. walk to Bobby's office. Waiting for J.R. to disappear inside Sue Ellen raced over to J.R.'s chair. Taking off her boots, jeans and shirt, she quickly stripped off her bra and panties before slipping her shirt back on and unbuttoning it. Putting her clothes on the other side of the desk, Sue Ellen sat down in J.R.'s chair and turned it around to face the window.

"I found it…," began J.R., as he walked back into his office. Sue Ellen slowly spun the chair around. J.R. dropped the contract he had been holding at the sight of his wife. Sue Ellen sat in J.R.'s chair, one leg draped over the arm; her cotton shirt unbuttoned the ends of it offering just enough coverage to hide her centre while revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. J.R. stood transfixed, his mouth watered and he could feel the blood filling his penis.

"Hmm…that's good," Sue Ellen, said huskily, her eyes travelling over J.R., licking her lips at the sight of the bulge in his jeans. She trailed a hand down her opened shirt, and moved one of the ends just slightly to allow J.R. a glimpse of her curls. J.R.'s reaction was immediate. Crossing his office in quick strides, he knelt down in front of his chair, grabbed Sue Ellen's legs and pulled her to his mouth. Her gasp of surprise quickly turned to moans as J.R. tasted and teased her, bringing her pleasure.


"J.R., stop it," she said, slapping J.R.'s hand as she tried to pull her panties back on. Pulling Sue Ellen into his arms he pulled her panties down her legs again as he kissed and nipped the soft skin of her chest.

"I don't want to stop," he murmured, looking up at her as he trailed kisses over her breasts.

"Wasn't twice enough?" she asked, trying to fight the mounting sensations his kisses were evoking.

"No…I'll never get enough of you," said J.R., placing kisses up her chest to her neck as he stood. He pulled her tightly against his bare chest, his lips capturing hers in a passionately sensual kiss. Sue Ellen sighed into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations J.R. elicited from her. Shifting back onto the desk Sue Ellen leant back, pulling J.R. to her. She could feel his arousal and her body tingled in anticipation at enjoying his attentions again. Moving her hands down to his butt, she wrapped her legs around his hips surprised when he moved back.

"Uh huh…I don't want to make love to you here," said J.R., pulling her up off his desk to her feet. Sue Ellen looked at him in confusion. She was further confused when he took her hand and led her around his desk. Turning her around, he placed both hands on her shoulders and guided her across his office and out the door.

"J.R.…what?" she asked, turning to look at him.

"Don't worry," he said, squeezing her shoulders as he guided her down to Bobby's office.

"J.R.…what are you…?" asked Sue Ellen now completely confused as to why they were standing outside of Bobby's office.

Reaching around Sue Ellen, J.R. opened the door and guided her inside, stopping her in the middle of the office.

"J.R. why are we inside Bobby's office?" she asked as she turned to face her husband.

J.R. pulled Sue Ellen into his arms and said huskily, "I want you bent over the edge of Bobby's desk, his files and things pushed to the side while I make love to you. I want your scent, your hands, you on his desk. I want him to wonder why his desk is a mess."

At J.R.'s words, Sue Ellen moaned. She knew J.R. wanted to teach Bobby a lesson; wanted to get revenge for his referring to her as a piece of ass and Sue Ellen couldn't stop the illicit thrill at the thought of using something of Bobby's without his knowledge. Sue Ellen pulled J.R. to her, kissing him fervently, leaving no doubt as to her agreement of his plan. Releasing him, Sue Ellen stepped back and moved to the desk. Bending forward she pushed the files, pictures and other things out of the way as she spread her legs, looking over her shoulder, offering her husband an intimate view of her body.

She heard J.R.'s feral growl at her actions seconds before she felt him draped across her back and sliding into her inch by slow inch, only to pull out just as slowly. Sue Ellen shifted her hips, pushing back at J.R. as he continued his slow, sensual assault on her body. Pleas and moans fell to the wayside as the two lovers pushed their pleasure higher and higher until they shattered in bliss, their bodies shaking and covered in a light sheen of sweat.

J.R. placed soft kisses down Sue Ellen's back as they recovered. Once his legs stopped shaking, J.R. stood up, pulling Sue Ellen up and into his arms. Kissing her neck softly he held her as she continued to recover. Once he was sure she could stand on her own, he released her, taking her hand in his and leading her back to his office. They dressed quickly, Sue Ellen cleaning up in J.R.'s private bathroom before they gathered together everything, secured the offices, walked out of Ewing Oil arm in arm and headed back to Southfork.