Right before the end of work that day, Jo walked silently alongside Hanson to the elevator and stepped in. "May I just ask.. What the hell that was with Henry yesterday?" he said suddenly. "I.." she started; peering at the ground. Just then, they heard a familiar ding and stepped out onto the second floor. "You still haven't answered me," he said; chasing after her. "It was nothing.." She mumbled. "Jo.." he spoke; stepping out in front of her. She took a deep breath and looked in his eyes. "You know you could get in trouble for that," he continued. "Why were you still at work yesterday at 10 o'clock, anyway?" she questioned; stepping around him. "Have you met.. My kids.." he replied. They entered the morgue and Henry peered up from his work; walking over to greet them. "Good. You're here," he announced; slipping his gloves off. He eyed Jo up and down, and she bit down on her bottom lip in response. "Hey.. Guys?" Hanson asked; trying to grab their attention. "My apologies, Detective," Henry began. "Here's my initial report." "Thanks.." Hanson replied. "I should get going.. Karen needs me at home," he stated; tucking the case file under his arm. "Alright, I suppose we'll just finish up here without you," Henry responded; smiling as Hanson walked in the direction of the elevator.
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"Why so quick to get him out of here?" Jo questioned; arching an eyebrow. He looked around nervously and started to clean off his hunting knife. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," he said nonchalantly. "Then what's this?" she questioned; grabbing his crotch. He was hard. As she suspected he'd be. "You have excellent powers of deduction, Detective," he murmured; peering down at her hand. "Don't worry.. Hanson was the last to leave," she whispered. "What's gotten into you?" he asked; eyes wide. "You," she mumbled; squeezing him hard. "You're certain Hanson was the last to leave?" he stammered. "Mhm," she answered; starting to rub. "Oh lord.." He moaned. She tugged on his throbbing member; leading him to his office, and shut the door. He put his hands up; as if in surrender, and let her unbutton his vest. She stuck a hand in his pants and his eyes rolled back in his head. "I need to get home before Abraham gets after me for.." he started. "Shh...You're his father, you make the rules," she interjected; pausing for a second. "Okay.. How about I tell him I'm going to help you at your residence, and that I'll be late?" he asked. "We can't do this here." She removed her hand from his pants and got in his face. "Sounds like a plan," she whispered; her lips inches from his; making him shiver.
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He showed up on her doorstep an hour or so later, and she let him inside. "I'm sorry if I was a bit.. um..inappropriate earlier," she said; embarrassed. "It's quite alright," he replied; placing his hands on her hips, and craning his neck. She kissed him softly. "...But I think you like a woman who takes control," she whispered against his lips. He pressed her against the wall and started to kiss her hungrily. "I don't know what it is.." she began. "Maybe it's the accent.. That sexy smile.. The intelligence...The way you frustrate me to no end... But, I think I love you..she panted. He paused and peered in her eyes. "I kept trying to convince myself that the feelings I have for you aren't significant.." he admitted. "But.. When I saw you and Isaac kiss.. When we were at the karaoke bar.." he trailed off. "Isaac knew that he was no match for you... That's why he did it.. To make you back off," she said; starting to unbutton his salmon colored collared shirt. When she finished, he tossed it aside; pressing his lips against hers passionately. "Wait," he mumbled; unzipping his pants. She stripped down to her bra and underwear and stared at the bulge in his briefs; licking her lips. Then, tugged on the scarf still dangling around his neck and led him to the couch, laying down. He climbed on top of her, and paused momentarily. "Could you.. um.. Touch me.. again?" he asked; staring down at her breasts. She nodded her head and yanked on his throbbing member hard. "More," he said hesitantly; placing his hands on her breasts. She started pumping fast, and he gasped. "Harder," he eked out; shifting on top of her. She tugged hard; biting down on her bottom lip. "Oh yes!" he exclaimed; groping her breasts. "Do you always do this on second dates?" he grumbled. "Umm.. Do you always have sex on first dates?" she asked; chuckling. He arched an eyebrow. "I can be persuasive," he smirked. She rolled her eyes and dug her nails in. He quickly got off of her; cupping his erection. "Where's your restroom?" he spoke urgently. "Why?" she said seductively; getting up. "Because I'm going to.." he started. She replaced his hands with hers. "You're going to what?" she whispered; closing in the space between them. "You don't quite care... Do you?" he questioned; staring down at her cupped hands. She shook her head "no" and got on her knees. "What are you?.." he began. She took him in her mouth and bit down. He yanked himself out of her mouth and spilled through his briefs, all over her floor; looking at her in astonishment. "My turn?" she asked; peering down at the mess he'd made. "Sounds like a plan," he mumbled.
