Back in the diplomatic residence, Greg parked in his usual lot and they unbuckled their seatbelts. He had already detected a faint whiff of her arousal on their way back, and smiled to himself knowing that - despite the hours at work and at the range - his octopus still had energy for an eventful night.

Placing a quick kiss on Sush’s hand before letting it go, he was about to turn off the ignition - at which time the doors would automatically open - when Sush lunged at him from her seat and crashed her lips onto his before he could take out the key.

Shocked and disorientated, it...