Finally this chapter is up sooner than the last one! I hope everyone enjoys this one. I'll try to update soon, but I'm not quite sure where I want this story to go. As usual feedback/comments are appreciated!
The rain began to come down torrentially as they finished buying their sandwiches. "Shall we make a run for it?" Jim asked eyeing Molly's nervous eyes as she studied the rain carefully. Of all the days she picked to wear a skirt and heels, she thought to herself. Molly quickly glanced around the café hoping there would be an open table. Seeing nothing open up, she responded tentatively "I suppose so. It's only five minutes to the hotel maybe we won't get soaked if we run?" With that Jim slipped his hand over hers in a tight grip, pulling her towards the door. He slipped the sandwiches underneath his coat. "Alright let's go." Molly felt herself pulled along by him as the rain hit her brown woolen coat soaking it. She felt the heated air from the lobby hit her cold cheeks as Jim pushed open the hotel doors.
As they made it into the hotel lobby, Molly stopped breathlessly in front of the elevator. She started laughing when she saw Jim. His carefully groomed hair was wet and out of place and his sweater clung to his chest. Jim frowned wrinkling his brow and snapped at her, "What's so funny?"
Molly reached up and pushed one of his loose hair strands out of his face, "You just look so different with you hair mussed up." Jim glanced coolly at her, waiting for the elevator door to open. The ping from the elevator punctuated the silence between them. Jim's hand roughly grasped Molly's and with a sense of urgency pulled her into the elevator car. The doors shut quickly behind them and the elevator lurched up. Molly gasped slightly as the elevator creaked to a halt. She felt terror fill her until she glanced up at Jim. His frown had twisted into a mercurial grin.
"Did you do this?!" Molly asked calmly. Jim pressed Molly against the mahogany wall, running his hand through her hair. "Oh my dear little Molly, why would I ever do something as drastic as shutting a whole elevator down to have some alone time with you?" Jim whispered in her ear gruffly, "Oh yes that's right because I love things a little bit more dramatic, don't I?" She could feel his hand tracing up under her skirt and stroking her thigh. She gasped as he quickly removed her underwear. Molly grabbed his shirt pulling his head closer until her lips were pressed on his. Her kissing grew more fervent as Jim ground his hips against her- lifting her up against the elevator wall. "Fuck, Molly, you have no idea what you do to me," he grunted. Molly reached down her hands deftly undoing his belt and zipper- her hands lightly grazing him as she whispered, "I think I have an idea…"
Molly fumbled through her purse feeling for the condom she had in case of emergencies. She quickly fished it out of her bag and Jim grabbed it from her. "Remember, Molly, you're all mine," he whispered in her ear as he unrolled the condom over his erection. Jim held Molly's thighs and shifted his weight as he pressed into her. Molly moaned while wrapping her legs around his waist. Jim thrust into her as she pulled him closer. Jim looked at Molly's flushed face as she let out another moan as his thrusts got faster. Molly locked eyes with Jim and pulled his face in for a rough hurried kiss. She broke away and raggedly whispered "Jim, please I'm so close". He slipped his hand under her dress and began stroking her clit. She ground her hips into his hand and could feel the climax rise in her. She shuddered under him. His thrusts became more hurried as he finally buried himself inside her with a grunt.
Molly brushed his disheveled hair out of his face and gave him a long kiss. Finally he pulled himself off of her and helped her steady herself on the ground. Molly laughed as Jim fumbled for his pants. He quickly resumed his composure glaring at her for having laughed. "What?" Molly asked "It's not every day I get to see you so flustered." Jim approached Molly pushing her against the elevator; "I think it would be best if you remembered just who you are laughing at." Molly folded her arms in protest and narrowed her eyes, "I think you and I both know we are beyond that. You need to lighten up. I thought the whole point of this week was we would pretend you aren't a consulting criminal and I'm not the pathologist for your favorite consulting detective."
Jim smirked at Molly's rebuttal. "Fine. What should we do then if I'm not a consulting criminal?" Molly tugged at his jacket revealing the sandwiches, which were now slightly mushed during the commotion. "Maybe we could start by eating lunch? And perhaps get out of the elevator?"