Only Time Will Tell

Chapter 41

Abraham soon took the children home, and we did bid them adieu. We'd chatted with all of the kindly women curious about them.. Curious about what gender our new baby would be.. We told them that they were twins.. And that we did not wish to know the genders quite yet. The whole time we were running our mouths, I kept returning my focus to Jo. She looked gorgeous today. She does every day, but today seemed different. It seems she's picked up on the glow that some pregnant women get. She also wore a bright red blouse with ruffles, and she looks lovely in red. I gradually felt myself moving closer to her; as if she had her own gravitational pull, and I was being pulled into orbit. I eventually stopped talking, and just stared. "Henry? You okay over there?" she chuckled; snapping her fingers. The women around us giggled, and I nodded my head. "Never better," I muttered.
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_Jo's POV_
I peered over at the look on Henry's face; somewhat amused. He looks totally enthralled with me, and I can't figure out why. The other gals started picking up on it, and I blushed. "My apologies ladies, but I'd best be getting back to examining the dead," he smiled; walking towards the elevator. "Well.." one gal spoke; arching an eyebrow. "Well, what?" I chuckled. "Damn. I wish a man would look at me like that," another spoke; swooning as he walked away. "Well what?..Still confused," I frowned. "I think these lovely ladies want to know what you're going to do about the way he just looked at you," Mike chimed in. "Ohh," I spoke. "Is he a good kisser?" A rookie asked; jokingly getting slugged in the shoulder by her friend. I turned bright red, and played with the pen in front of me on my desk. "Well.. I'd say he's better than good," I smiled faintly. -All the young, rookie, party-animal cops were fawning over my husband. Both proud, and uncomfortable; I stood up, and told them goodbye, as I made my way to the elevator.
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_Henry's POV_
I made my way back to the morgue, and had just slipped on a pair of gloves, when Jo strolled in. "Hello Jo, you may want to leave, I was just about to.." I started to say. She slammed me against the wall, and I dropped the surgical tool previously within grasp; letting it clatter to the floor. She wrapped a leg around me, and kissed my lips hungrily; completely catching me off guard. I heard Lucas drop his tool as well. She moved down to my neck; sucking harshly, and I let my head fall back. "Jo..Dear.. This is not the time," I eked out; trying not to fall victim to her seductive powers. "Really? Because now feels like a good time," she mumbled; grabbing me by the collar of my shirt, and drawing me closer. "My apologies, Lucas," I announced; giving in. She ran her hands through my curls, and started to grind up against me. Lucas ran to get help,(because he certainly didn't want to have to be the one to break this up), and Jo forced me up onto an clean exam table; void of corpses. She quickly started to unbutton my shirt, and I grabbed her hands: trying to get her to halt her actions; but she continued on. "Really Dear? In the morgue?" I muttered. "You say it like it's a new thing," she chuckled; removing my shirt. She sat on top of me so that she had one leg draped on either side of the table, and we 'made out' uninterrupted for approximately five minutes. -I believe that's what she calls this form of intimacy.. Making out.. I call it foreplay.. But that's implying that I'll get lucky. She worked slowly and silently; only smacks and slurps could be heard. She'd put on bright red lipstick previous to this, and has managed to litter my face, neck, and shirt collar with pucker marks. I grabbed her bottom, and squeezed hard; digging my nails in as she wriggled on top of me. "I'm so hot for you right now," she whispered; running a seductive hand down my torso. "More hot than when I lit your hand on fire during our first mission?" I joked. "Shut up and kiss me," she smirked; lowering her face towards mine. "Mm. Will do," I grinned; just about to lock lips with her. I caught a glimpse of Lieutenant Reece out of the corner of my eye, and jolted up. Jo peered behind us, and made eye contact with her; hopping off of me. "Hello Lieutenant," I gulped; covering my erection with a nearby clipboard.
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_Jo's POV_
Lieu pulled me aside, and I looked down at the floor; extremely embarrassed. "Are you and Doctor Morgan.. Not getting in enough of this at home, Detective?" she asked. "We are," I mumbled. "Would you, and you alone, care to take a step in my office, and explain why you were just straddling him in a room full of corpses, then?" She said; frustrated. I nodded my head, and followed her back to her office.
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I shifted uncomfortably in my seat across from her; gripping the arms of the chair nervously. "Please.. Do tell me why you continually..make a move..on your husband at work," she spoke calmly. "I'm sorry.. It's the pregnancy hormones..and.." I trailed off. "And what, Detective? I cannot have your credibility challenged," she replied. "I used to be addicted to sex.. and sometimes I have issues.. controlling myself," I mumbled. We sat in silence as she processed the information. "Have you made an attempt to get help?" she questioned. "Yes.. But it comes back every so often..I..I don't know if it's the hormones.. Or what.. But when I don't get it.. and I need it..I.." I stammered; turning bright red. "Message received," she stated; cutting me off. "I'm going to arrange for you to see one of our therapists again," she announced; writing something down on a slip of paper. I nodded my head, and took the slip from her; leaving her office.