Valentine’s Day, and boy do I have a surprise for Jack. My phone alerts me to a new message – this nifty little gadget will play an integral role in my plans, although I imagine we won’t be hearing all 500 songs.

Hey Sugar; got stuck in traffic – see you in a bit. xoxo

I check my make-up one last time, light the candles, and pour two glasses of champagne. The key turns in the door and he steps inside. He gives me a weary smile as I hand him a glass.
“Tough day,” I ask.
“Nothing I’m not used to,” he breathes into my ear.
“I’ve got something to show you.” I take has hand and lead him to the bedroom. I make him sit on the bed, pull off his shoes and unbutton his shirt.
“Aren’t you worried that we’ll burn the house down?”
“Oh, I’m counting on it,” I say in my most seductive voice.

I press my finger to his lips and move to the middle of the room. I pull my phone out and make my song selection – Paula Cole’s Feelin’ Love.
I stand with my feet apart and slowly pull down the zip on the side of my red satin dress, letting it slip down to the floor. I bend over slide my hands up from my ankles, over my knees, all the way to the top of my fishnet stay-ups. I step out of my stilettos and throw my head back; my hair cascading over my shoulders. I start peeling the fishnets down, resting my foot on the bed, leaning over and freeing my toes – first the right leg, then the left. Every time I lean forward the light from the candle next to the bed glistens off my bra’s clasp.

I raise my hands over my head, jut my hips forward, and sing along. “Lover, I don't know who I am…” I draw my fingers between my breasts, unhook the bra and drop it to the floor. Slowly I sashay over to the bed and straddle Jack. I pull his hand to my mouth and suck on his fingers, circling them with my tongue. I feel him getting harder under me. I get up, undo his pants, and pull them off him. I turn my back to him and lower my panties, glancing at him over my shoulder, and finally winking at him from between my thighs. I crawl toward him from the foot of the bed, stopping halfway to free his erection from his boxers, planting a chaste kiss on the head before slithering my body up against his.

Our hungry mouths find each other; his hands are all over me, and then the room is on fire.