It's true, what they say about pregnant women being animals between the sheets. Since the beginning of her second trimester Molly's sex drive has gone through the roof, leaving Greg as one very shagged out D.I. He has no complaints, of course, not even when the handcuffs play a role in it. Semi-public sex, however, he has not done since his "courting days" with Carol.
The first public place they choose to make love is in a public bathroom, which makes him feel like a teenager again. The second is in the park, a riskier place that feels more than worth the Public Indecency fee. The third, however, takes place in his office to "get his mind off things."
Greg is not hesitant when Molly comes in to "surprise" him. Within seconds the door is locked, the blinds shut and she's lifted up onto his desk with her skirt hiked up to her hips, knickers clean off and her hands rushing to open his trousers. Already hard, he plunges deep inside her and bruises her skin with harsh kisses.
No foreplay. No tenderness. No romance. No gentle word of endearment. Just quick and dirty fucking.
The paper rustles underneath her as she holds on tightly to the edge of the desk, watching as he pushes and pulls in and out of her and, being the ever-giving lover he's always been, licks the tips of his index and middle finger before circling them around her clit. Reality hits her in the face with a loud click at the opening door.
Sherlock Holmes stares at the now frozen, speechless and half-naked couple entwined on the desk. The silence is almost deafening until he gives a recognizable smirk as he walks up to Greg's desk for a file.
"Molly," he says. "Gareth."
"Greg!"