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  • The job had been done rather quickly, even considerably simple for the fact that these women were professionals, and yes, it is quite possible to become a professional in this line of work. No guns, no violence, nothing out of the ordinary until it was quite, quite too late. That was how these women worked, although detectives and police officers were still trying to figure all this information out, though as this particular woman ran her fingers through her hair in a manor that moved the wet locks from her face, there was only a smile as she listened to the evening news reports. Under police report, the robbery happened at an undisclosed time, which easily meant that they hadn't the slightest clue. The female who now had the steam covered bathroom smelling like peaches carefully stepped from under the rainfall shower head and wrapped herself in a cotton towel, the fluffy white material being tucked at the top, picking up the remote, she hit the volume. "Well yes, it was only recently that the bank's manager brought to our attention that a large sum of money was missing from-" The bank had been robbed yesterday. That meant that someone within the bank was not doing their job, and no that did not mean her. No, on the contrary, she didn't even work at this bank.

    The honey blond woman crossing her legs as she sat on the edge of the bed, leaning in toward the television, her eyes looked rather intent as she awaited what else the man had to say. She always did this, seeing as this was her favorite thing to watch. Reports of robberies and things of that nature, but her most favorite thing to hear. "We haven't aprehended any suspects." How delicious~! Laughing her airy laugh and laying back into the bed, her hand found itself over her eyes, warm skin full of joy that wasn't particularly false. Oh no, this woman here was quite happy, because her plans were unfolding properly, the soft sheets of the bed behind her, her eyes were closed up until about the time she heard her cell phone ringing, standing up slowly and moving to the thing as it chirped out a ring tone. Sitting on the chair across from that oh - so comfortable bed, her legs crossed again and instantly a woman on the other end spoke, causing this blond to tap her lips lightly and play with her slowly drying hair. The woman on the other line was speaking French, and if this woman here wasn't a native speaker herself, at the rate the other woman was going, she would have been lost. "Calmez-vous Gina, la bonté." Her voice was soft and airy, just like her laugh, coated in the accent that people found themselves drawn to, it was almost unbearable for the woman on the other end to take in her calm aura.

    But, in that same sense, the conversation went to calm tones as though nothing had happened today. "Merci Gina. Avoir une bonne." Hanging up the phone, her hazel colored eyes moved across the bedroom before retrieving a brush from the vanity, taming her loose curls and letting her hair fall down in waves. Her feet moving across the carpeted apartment bedroom, she smiled into the closet out of a habit, looking over the clothes. Not all of these clothes were hers, surprise surprise, and in taking a business shirt that was much too large to be her own, she laid it out on the bed and went to putting on her underwear. Of course it was nearing the full amount of night time outside, but New York didn't sleep, and knowing that her boyfriend would be home shortly to announce the lack of progress on the case, there would not be sleep. There was a sense of guilt in her stomach in not being able to tell the dear man that she wasn't necessarily the attractive bank teller that he knew her to be. No, Corinne Françoise le Blanc was not quite as simple as that. Round face outlined by her hair as she slid the crisp white business shirt over her frame, the shirt covered her body up until mid thigh length, buttoning it up carefully and leaving the top three undone. No need to start choking in a shirt that wasn't even hers.

    Bare feet guiding her off the carpeting and onto the wood floors of the hallway, she seemed to tip on her toes, curvy figure moving into the kitchen and rummaging through the refrigerator, her hands grasped a hold of a bowl of fruit before moving into the living room. It was almost as Corinne, easily shortened to Reenie or something of that nature, could sense it. She could sense the disappointed aura of the police system as they continued to search for facts and clues on the case, sitting down in the living room and turning on the television, deciding to bask in her good fortune, she kept her sights set on the news. [/list:u]
 
The life of Detective Jack Jones wasnâ??t exactly glamorous right now. He had just gotten out of the precinct, after the Captain gave him a piece of his mind. He didnâ??t blame the Captain for being so upset at him; he was after all, the detective that single handily solved the Alphabet Crimes. So the Captain expected much more from Detective Jones. The last words out of the Captain were, â??I hope youâ??re not jonesing for failureâ?¦â? before he left the office. It meant that the Captain still had faith that Detective Jones can still solve this case.

Was he out of his league? Could he have already met his match? He didnâ??t think so. There must be something he wasnâ??t seeing or an angle that he wasnâ??t on. Jack continued to think about the case as he made his way home. What could he be missing? Could it be an inside job? But none of the banks that got robbed had people that were smart enough to pull it off. He sighed as he had to pull another all nighter, looking over the evidence, looking over the bankâ??s layout, trying to see how the robbers got in and out without being seen.

Jack has already looked them over for three nights now. He had hasnâ??t gotten a decent sleep for three nights now since the bank incident happened. It wasnâ??t fair to his girlfriend, Corinne. He didnâ??t want her to stay up with him again. She is the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. He still isnâ??t sure why Corinne is dating him. And they have been dating for quite some time now. Three months to be exact. It wasnâ??t that Jack wasnâ??t a good looker, he was, it was just that Corinne Francoise le Blanc, in his opinion, was out of his league.

It took quite a while for Jack to reach the building that in which his loft was. Jack was usually a fast walker, fast runner; he was overall in good shape. But being depressed made Jack walk ever so slow that his Gucci shoes that his girlfriend Corinne gave him for solving the Alphabet Crimes, didnâ??t even make a sound as his shoes connected with the marble floor that was on the lobby. He set the boxes of evidence and bank layouts on the ground, as he slides his right hand into his pocket to grab his keys. Once open, he turned around and pressed his back against the door as he leans down to pick up the boxes again. He then makes his way to the elevator. Sighing, he hates returning home a loser.

Though it wasnâ??t completely true, every time Detective Jack Jones return home, he feels like a winner, for dating someone like Corinne. She is the only person in his life that can brighten up his world right now. So as the elevator door opens, Jack walks in, elbowing the button that had the number eleven on it. Part of him was happy that he was going to see his beautiful Reenie, though he wasnâ??t sure how Reenie got started. He sighed as the elevator door opened. Jack steps out into the hallway and began walking towards his door.

He sighed as he finally arrived at the door. Setting his boxes down, he took out his keyse. Wondering what Corinee, his Reenie could be doing at this time of hour. He also wondered if she had eaten yet. He had, but it was just take out food that he hated. Finally, inserting the key into the keyhole, and turning it in a clockwise position, unlocking the door. He pushes the door open once the key was unlocked.

"Honey, I'm home..." he said out loud, turning around and picking up his boxes, to bring them in.
 
  • Truth be told, Corinne had always found the system to be a little week. Oh no, not her own system, but the system that the government used, the system that the police used, you know, that system. That was because within that system, it left them all to be quite closed minded on things such as these, because as each of the women had studied, Americans were used to one robbing a bank in the manner of, 'Give me all your money or you will not be seeing your children tonight', which had never been a fun method for her. Sure, they all knew how to properly use a gun, but that didn't mean that they all had to be criminals. Smirking as she pushed a pineapple into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully her mind ventured over what her shrill speaking friend had been saying, because for all of them, well aside from Reenie, there was a bit of fear toward Jack. Not particularly the man himself, oh no, Jack was not frightening in that sense because if he in fact was, she still would have been drawn to him. No, they were in fear of what the man was.

    Jack Jones was not just some man with an alliteration for a name, no he was a detective, which had sent all of her friends over the deep end and back. "You can't just date a detective, none the less sleep with one!" One had said, to which Reenie only gave a docile smile, a smile that asked of innocence for the latter subject. Please, they knew better. "What happens if he finds out?" He won't. With that being said, Corinne had easily retorted to each of their comments with one firm answer, "So what if he's a detective. This is America, no?" That conversation was silenced quick enough to be satisfying. And if in fact he does find out it would surely not be on Corinne's part. Now, if you were taking the negative perspective of things you would say that Corinne didn't give a damn about her Jack Jack. But, in fact she did, because she hated to see him come home exhausted from a case that could and probably would leave one speechless on the crime scene and she hated that he would bring his work home with him. It was in his job though, so she left that alone.

    She loved how he was brilliant at being a detective, again another reason her friends found their relationship to just be uncomfortable, but Corinne did not particularly enjoy the obnoxious mouth of the Captain, again she kept herself hushed on that note. Standing quietly and moving down the hallway toward their shared bedroom, her eyes dropped on her ringing phone, answering almost half silently and sitting on the edge of the bed she had once been acquainted with. "Demain. Nous allons essayer de demain. Nous allons voir combien il ya alors nous allons frapper ma banque." Her words were soft again, though rich in accent as she spoke to the female on the other end, words murmured back and forth in a language that was easily incoherent to people in America before hanging up and moving back to her spot on the couch. Now where was her Jack Jack? The lace material end of her boy shorts peeking out as she sat with her legs crossed under her frame, the bowl sat quaintly in her crossed legs before her head turned to the door, hearing a key twitch within the lock and instantly knowing who it was.

    Well who else would it be? Especially at this time of night, if it was anyone else, their face would have the warmth of a bat. Almond shaped eyes keeping themselves on the door, she was greeted with the happy, though tired voice of Jack, standing carefully after placing her bowl of fruit on the coffee table, her bare feet guided her rather silently to the open door, being greeted with case boxes before her Jack. Typical. Only half frowning though not letting it toy with the features of her pretty face, stepping aside from the doorway and peeking out into the hall to see if there were anymore boxes ready to swallow her boyfriend whole, Reenie closed the door before turning to him to greet him properly after he set down the boxes that held clues and maps and things of that nature. She didn't have to use him as a resource, which made her all the more happy to keep their relationship budding, arms wrapping around him from behind, her words were spoken into the material that covered his back, "Mmm. Jack Jack, no boxes tonight, yes?" She wasn't one to beg, and she surely wasn't going to, fingers tracing imaginary shapes across his chest, her hands moved smoothly across him as though she were searching for something. As though she had dropped a key, and didn't have any line of vision to see it, her hands continued to roam his chest, gingerly plucking his shirt from his pants, "Say it Jack Jack. No boxes."


    Translation : Demain. Nous allons essayer de demain. Nous allons voir combien il ya alors nous allons frapper ma banque. - Tomorrow. We're going to try for tomorrow. We'll see how many there are then we'll hit my bank. [/list:u]
 
Habits are hard to break. Jack had always brought work back home with him. He felt that working at night made him see things in a different perspective. But ever since Corinne moved in with him, things were great at first, but ever since he started going back to his old habits and that was bringing work back which he started doing just a couple of days ago. It was affecting their life together.

So that was two life lessons Jack needed to learn. Habits are hard to break, and never bring work home. A woman has needs, Jack knew that. Or else why else would a woman find a man to sleep with. In this case, Jack was lucky he supposed that Corinne needed him to fulfill her needs on a daily basis. Not only did Jack like doing it, but he felt honored to satisfy this beautiful goddess. It was love at first sight when Jack went to her bank and cashed his checks. When their eyes met, Jack felt his heart pounding at his rib cages, demanding that their bodies intertwine in hot, sticky, sweater interactions with one another.

After Jack cashed his checks, the teller, aka Corinne, asked for a ten minute break, and Jack will never forget that ten minute break she took. He waited outside in the alley for her and as soon as she opened that door, he picked her up and slammed that door close with her back, he didnâ??t gave the chance for her to open her mouth, his lips instantly met hers just as her hands instantly unbuckle his pants, showing her how well endow his length and girth was as his pants dropped to his ankles.

He believed Jack made Corinne speechless that time. It was darn good sex. Jack believed. He sure hoped Corinne thought the same. Otherwise why else be with a detective? Sure he was good looking, but since when was that a factor nowadays? Men had to be attractive, and intelligent, and can satisfy the woman wants.

Ever since that day, it had been the best three month he had ever had, spending them with Corinne. What would Jack do if he finds out that Corinne was part of this whole ordeal? Not only will he be conflicted, but he will be devastated on the inside. No matter what Corinne say, Jack will feel that he was together with her because of his job title, not because of those damn ten minutes that they spent together. Actually, fifteen, if their eyes meeting for the first time counts.

A sigh left Jack lips as he didnâ??t see Corinne get behind him, though he should have surely smelled it. Corinne not only was she a goddess of beauty, but she smelled nice as well. When he stood back up after putting down the boxes into his loft apartment, he was greeted with open arms from his girl friend. That instantly brought a smile to his face. â??Iâ??m sorry that I had to make you wait up for me this lateâ?¦and eat alone for dinnerâ?¦â? Jack said. One of the things he enjoyed in this relationship was the sex, but feeding her with the spoon, or fork, or chopsticks, heck he could use his bare hands if that didnâ??t scare her.

With a smile on his face, and Corinne basically drawing out what she wanted on his chest. Jack knew Corinne didnâ??t like to beg, but this wasnâ??t really begging, but it was basically saying she wants it Jack Jack. â??Iâ?¦.â? Jack said as she first asked him if he was going to choose work or have a crazy night of passion with her. The choice should be easy, Jack thought. But his job was more demanding, and he really shouldnâ??t be selfish when these bank robberies were affecting the lives of everyone whose banks got robbed.
Then a gulp was heard at the insides of his mouth when Corinne was about to remove his shirt. He certainly loved it when Corinne removed parts of his clothing, or hers. It didnâ??t matter; she did a great job at it. And he kind of like that nick name, though it was just saying his first name two times, coming out of Corinneâ??s mouth was just delightful.

Jack soon took control of the situation by grabbing her hands. Holding them strongly, as he felt the texture of her skin, they were very smooth. â??I shouldnâ??t be selfishâ?¦â? Jack said, tugging on one of her arms, motioning her to spin around, back to his front, as if they were dancing.

Once that was done, Jack realizes that one of his shirts was on Corinneâ??s body. That only made him the happier. He liked it when she wore his clothes, maybe because she looked absolutely stunning in them. But she was also in her boy shorts. Corinne definitely thought this through.

Jack hands soon were placed against Corinneâ??s body. â??Youâ??re a brilliant tactician.â? Jack said, as he began to undo the buttons of his shirt that was on Corinneâ??s body.
 
  • Memories were never one of the most difficult thing to hold onto, unless you had a severe case of amnesia, to which she would hand it to you that your life was just a horrible, horrible thing. Though the memories that flooded back into her head each time he found himself near her or each time she caught a good breeze of his scent, Corinne could only find herself shifting through the files of memories they held between one another and smiling, smiling softly against his back. Unfortunately, her friends could not understand at all how a woman such as herself could have so many memories to find herself spacing out in an unnecessary conversation to daydream within the confines of her mind about this man. This brilliant man. This copper man. This- Oi, he was a lot of things, no? He was what he was, and with that being said, he was hers.

    He was her Copper. Though, she hadn't exactly known that he was a detective, especially not during that escapade outside the bank in which she had been thrust into the door far past the few minutes earlier that it had been closed, the female could encounter numerous times of seeing him at other tellers, cashing his checks and leaving with a fake smile on his face. With that being said, she had expected the same from a man she presumed as either lonely or gay, but with the eye contact that had been made and the graceful way things seemed to happen as far as cashing his checks went, it didn't seem wrong at all to ask for that ten minute break and meet him in the alleyway. She knew what was coming, though it had still taken her by surprise when he grabbed her and pushed her against that door, which in truth each time she thought about it, made her excited.

    Not to mention, this was not the only thing that she had caught herself reminiscing over. On one of numerous occasions that he had fed her with chopsticks had she crawled over the table and settled herself into his lap, disregarding the Chinese food they had ordered and straddling his lap, the smile on her lips remained as she remembered both of them waking up smelling like Chinese take - out. She knew he was thinking, even if the question was simple and hadn't had entirely too many words, fingers sliding gracefully down the material on the front of his body and sliding themselves among the once tucked area's of his shirt, nails sliding across the elastic of his boxers. Corinne was wonderful at things like this, as most found it because she was from one of the sexiest places in the world.

    "Donnez-moi ce que je veux Jack Jack." She tended to do that, only sometimes when she found him to be irresistible even to herself, often when she found herself in his warm embrace while they slept, she would wake up and whisper things in French in his chest. She heard the gulp as her hands found themselves unbuttoning the buttons expertly, behind his back to let the living room say hello to the man's firm chest, her hands engulfed in his once he grabbed them. She adored how he cared about whether or not he was being selfish, giving her all the more reason to enjoy this copper's company, because she hadn't quite been told that he was working for the law until shortly after their first sexual encounter. She would not let him go after that, there was an utter refusal to it. And true, that was putting both of them in danger, but she cared for this man deeply.

    Oh yes, Corinne actually did care.

    After her short twirl around him, her back met with the chest she had once let her hands roam over, her eyes were closed but a smile was on her lips, bangs dusting over her eyelids. He was just wonderful. It seemed as though there were music playing in the background of this scene, though if you were an onlooker, there wouldn't be any sound, no sound but the two of them, there was no music to you, but there was plenty of music here. Her hands slipping themselves against the back of his neck, she kept her smile when his hands found themselves against the material of his own shirt, her fingers lacing themselves within his hair as she leaned forward carefully. Leaning forward caused his eyes to easily catch the curve of her frame from behind her as she moved her ass against his crotch, this causing the shirt to raise just slightly to allow a peek of skin and lace before moving herself again back against him; What a little tease.


    ; Translation : Give me what I want Jack Jack - Donnez-moi ce que je veux Jack Jack.; [/list:u]
 
The main dish for tonight is â??Ecstasyâ?. Jack still felt guilty for choosing this over work, but he had ignored his girlfriendâ??s cry for passion for far too long. Those three days seemed like weeks, heck he couldnâ??t keep himself away from her for a day. Ever since their first encounter, they had been having many passionate nights together. Some were jealous; some would say that their relationship is just base on raw attraction. But they prove them all wrong, they have been together for three months now, heck Jack was ready to marry this woman right now if he wanted to.

But he didnâ??t want to rush into things like he did with his first marriage, and his second marriage. They say that the third time is the charm. Letâ??s hope it is in Jackâ??s case. His first two marriages, his wives didnâ??t like that Jack was away most of the time and whenever they would have passionate nights together were it felt like something was missing. It could have been Jack was tired, or their wives were out of shape, or that Jack wasnâ??t excited enough, whereas, in this case with Corinne that would seem not the case. Each night that Jack would sleep on the couch away from Corinne, was hard on him because he would much rather be there having her warmth against his. But every time when there was a tough case, Jack would stay up most of the night and he didnâ??t want Corinne to suffer along with him for no reason.

And right now, even though Jack had been up for two days, he felt he the energy of a thousand men. Corinne always knew what to do to get him to do whatever she wanted. She would either speak in French which made Jackâ??s blood boil. French woman were so hot, especially when they spoke the language. Or she would call him (Jack Jack), the very first time she utter those words were in bed, so Jack can easily reference that nick name to a passionate night in bed. And of course there would be other things as well, like her outfit, or the way she eat an apple, or peach, or strawberries, or last but not least, a banana.

Or what she was doing right now. It drove Jack Jack completely insane. Jack closed his eyes and turned his head slightly back, having Corinneâ??s ass pressing against his erection would please any man! He couldnâ??t deny this woman any longer of her needs. If he did, he should be punished. And depending on whoâ??s giving the punishment he might be fine with it. Jack for a strange reason saw himself in handcuffs and Corinne with a whip. His erection swelled at the thought. â??Ohâ?¦Corinneâ?¦â? he said, unzipping his pants, letting the main attraction pop out.

Jack then grab Corinne by the waist, and pulled her back, so that her ass was now against his crotch area, his hard erection push through the narrow pathway of the lower region of her buttocks that in which was the ends or beginnings of her legs. His hands then roam freely up Corinneâ??s body, one of them squeezing those delightful breasts. â??What Corinne wantsâ?¦Corinne getsâ?¦â? Jack said pressing his lips down on the upper region of Corinneâ??s right shoulder blades.
 
  • This was not the time at all for any grown man within his right mind to have his thoughts on anything but the situation at hand. Here stood two heterosexual adults, one male and one female. The male was currently being teased because the female had most certainly just placed her cute rear in places that were destined to get a man as stiff as a rock. If you were an observer from outside, you would most definitely be jealous of such a man, with the way her figure curved carefully in front of him as though her movements were calculated just to make his mind tick deeper than it normally did. That was a gift the young woman was proud to have, the ability to know what made one tick and the ability to be determined enough to wonder what it was. How wonderful, no?

    Not, however, as wonderful as what he released from his pants and seemed to try and stab through the material of her boy shorts and his boxers, it caused a smile to fall onto her lips, waist grabbed by him causing her inner thighs to grow hot as though waiting for him. Letting his hands trace across her body and grab at her breasts, though he had only gotten the first four buttons of the shirt undone, this left for a visible amount of skin, his business shirt holding onto the curves of her inner breasts. Licking her lips after he pressed his lips to her shoulder blade, Corinne was now quite sure that she was getting what she wanted. Consider that being spoiled in a sense, because if she worked just a little for it, and gave him a few pouts, maybe even ate a few things from the other side of a room, watching him the entire time, she got what she wanted from her Jack Jack.

    Though, it was almost a breath of fresh air for the both of them that she was not a gold digger. She enjoyed being able to say that just as much as she enjoyed the sex, her frame working itself away from his as she turned to face him, taking a hold of his collar and walking familiar steps backwards toward the couch, staring up at him with soft eyes. Although her eyes were soft in that sense, the way her hips had swayed and the way she had him by his shirt and was pulling him forward, there was most definitely something less than innocent about to happen. And maybe it was the way she licked her lips at him when she pushed him down on the couch, leaning forward slightly to run her hands over the smooth, taut skin of his chest, her head tilted slightly as she straddled his lap, sitting directly on top of his erection, teasing him through her underwear and his boxers.

    Working her hips in a slow grind in his lap, Corinne knew that the way she was toying with him was absolutely unfair, more so to him than to her, though sliding her underwear from her hips after leaning forward to set his face directly between her breasts, the French woman gave a soft grin at feeling his breath there, her skin tingling softly. Time was not wasted in getting his boxers slid down his body, pulling them down and leaving them at his knees, her eyes met with his as she raised her ass, wiggling it before letting her warm folds take him inside her. "I want you Jack." Her words were murmured in half a moan, sliding down him carefully before she could feel him all the way inside of her, the same length she had enjoyed from her ten minute break three months ago. [/list:u]
 
Guilt was erased from his mind the moment Corinne turned around and took his collar. Jack was a bit disappointed that his penis was now longer embedded inside Corinneâ??s ass, along with the boy shorts fabric against the outer layer of his erection. Who was the designer for boy shorts? They were absolutely brilliant, every man would say. That was probably the most garment a guy would ask a girl to wear. But what got Jack to completely forget about the case was not only what Corinne was wearing, it was the way she walked backwards while holding his collar and the way her eyes stared into his, it was love at first sight all over again.

He wanted to stick it her, and make her give off those lovely sounds of sexual intercourse. Jack now was no longer a detective, the persona he took was now that of a hormone enraged boyfriend. Corinne wanted sex, she was about to get it. They havenâ??t felt lust like this for about a week now. Jack didnâ??t want to give Corinne the idea that he was finding her last attractive because on Monday Corinne had greeted him with a kiss, and they started out kissing passionately, then they had made their way to bed, when they began removing garments from one another, Jack took her hand and stopped her.

Part of Jack died a little inside that day, what man in his right mind would stop what they were doing? That was also the beginning of the week where he began to bring home boxes to work. Usually, Jack could give what Corinne wanted, the sex and the love that they shared. But this bank robbery case had Jack looking at all angles. There was something that he was missing, he had this feeling that it was staring in front of him the whole time so he brought home everything that he could get his hands on.

Then came Tuesday, where Jack would just give Corinne one kiss, and he made his way over to the table that he began to spend endless nights on, Corinne did one thing that he especially loved, when he was sitting down, Corinne would stand behind him then lean forward and worked those beautiful hands of hers to his already building erection. Jack would jerk his head back and began enjoying this beautiful sensation of heart pounding, breathless, and of course hormones rising. Jack properly would have given it to her if it was for a police siren passing by the neighborhood that made Jack grabbed those hands again.

Now as Jack made his way over to the couch with the guide of his beautiful girlfriend, Corinne. Jack thought of something that would help him focus on her, even if a police siren went by, or a firefighter. Jack eyes wander around the couch to look for the remote, and just like that Corinne shoved him onto the couch. He suddenly became more aroused. Jack couldnâ??t help but picture Corinne in a dominatrix outfit, though corsets can sometimes look sexy on a woman, sometimes it can completely missâ?¦

Jack attention all focused on Corinne now, he had forgotten about the remote. But luckily, his leg had landed on the remote so Jack quickly grabbed the remote from under his leg and quickly turned on their stereo sound system. He then tossed the remote away from his hands as he moved his hands up Corinneâ??s sides going to touch her breast, but Corinne then leans forward to remove her boy shorts, and he was greeted with Corinneâ??s breast face to face.

His breathing fasten as Corinne was also grinding her hips in his lap, basically more teasing for his erection, though it was now somewhat out. Jack hand clutched into a fist as Corinne had fully moved in on him, his erected penis was now buried deep in her root. Jack was excited, and felt like he could go on for the whole entire night. Jack smiled as he felt Corinneâ??s inner muscles began to clench around his shaft. â??Didnâ??t I already tell you, what Corinne wantsâ?¦Corinne gets?â? Jack said wrapping his arms around her body and began to slowly thrust upward.
 
  • Knowing that his focus was slowly drifting away from what would have seemed to be his lover after all this time of him fooling with those damn boxes trying to figure out the case of the mysterious bank robberies, the very woman behind such mysterious crimes found her warm snatch engulfing his shaft entirely, a moan escaping the French woman's lips. This was a well deserved treat after having been left on the side lines like some child's bike when he got called in the house for dinner. Corinne was no damn bike, figuratively or literally, and just as he said, what Corinne wants, Corinne gets. With her breasts moving only slightly away from his face as he wrapped his arms around her frame and thrusted upward each time she raised up ever so slightly, the female's moans crashed with his and the music, which mind you was evidently something classical that only made Corinne want him even more. It wasn't particularly the music, it was just the way that it got soft, then boomed into something loud, crashing symbols that matched their crashing hips.

    This was perfect fucking music.

    Corinne's breasts bouncing softly each time their lower halves pressed down to one another, her soft curls of hair fell over her face, licking her lips softly as her half lidded eyes looked down at him. With her smooth legs on either side of his body and her arms wrapped around his neck, their posistion wasn't at all compromising, her breasts pushing against his chest each time she was thrusted back up by his waist. This was another reason why she enjoyed this man so much. Besides the risk and the danger of being with a detective, he was absolutely marvelous at giving her everything a woman wanted out of sex, and he was capable of doing the extra mile for it. She found that a sexy trait in her Jack Jack, and she let him know every time, her lips finding themselves against his neck as she sucked and moaned gently at the taut skin. The music still blaring and their hips still pushing together fiercely, Corinne moved her head only slightly, moans still coming out and nearing screams, her lips set themselves just above his before half whispering, "Ahhh-hmmm, fuck me harder Jack Jack!"

    It was in case he didn't want to have sex with her tomorrow, or later in the week that the female was going to enjoy every moment of this, pressing her lips against his immediately after moaning her words out with lust and want lining every word. With her having said her words and him only just a few minutes ago saying she gets what she wants, she knew he would make sure to crash his hips into her even more than the music could possibly keep up, the music plus the entertainment going on in the living room causing neither of them to hear Corinne's cell phone ring, a message was left stating that the other women had everything ready for tomorrow's bank robbing, another mixture of a scream and a moan echoing into the air from the French woman's pretty mouth. [/list:u]
 
What kind of a man neglects French women, especially when they want to â??sleepâ? with you. They are after all infamous in the area of â??sleepingâ?. Jack was lucky to have spotted Corinne. Ever since that day at the bank, she certainly spiced up his sex life. If it wasnâ??t for these mysterious bank robberies, their sex life would certainly be spiced up again. But sadly, it has been a few days, or even weeks since this member in between his legs had felt the warm welcome that it was now as it was now penetrating Corinneâ??s outer lips.

Jack was well endowed, that was probably why he had been married three times now. The wives did like the length of his little man. But he wasnâ??t sure why he had to divorce two of them. Though his first marriage was the best, sadly she passed away, and ever since then he hadnâ??t found the right woman, until today. Jack smiled at Corinneâ??s reaction to having finally felt her womanhood thrust upon after so many lonely days since they have last spent a night together.

A familiar feeling of not wanting to hurt her lingered his mind, as he was going slow, and that made Corinne to make that statement. He then realizes that they had already been fooling around, ever since that day at the bank, outside, out in broad daylight. She can handle his beast. Then suddenly Jack was aroused even more, knowing that Corinne can very well in fact handle him. He smirked as the cop self disappeared, and the wild boy that had sex with a French woman outside of a bank appeared. He slapped that ass of hers and grabbed it as he began slowly to pick up speed.

Little Jack was kind of big, but not bigger than most, though his thickness was what gave woman pleasure. Jack was about to let loose, he bended his knees forward, having his knees against Corinneâ??s ass, as he began to give Corinne â??it hardâ? he felt his body tremble as he began to thrust that piece of meat inside of Corinne. â??Ohâ?¦fuâ?¦â?¦..câ? he said as he felt the couch move as he began pounding her. Though it was really him trembling from that sheer force he was unleashing.
 
  • His thick member causing her body to shiver each time she slid back down its length from being bounced up, the female wanted him in the way she had wanted him at the bank, staring at the man as she cashed his check and licked her lips, Corinne knew that the exchange of looks between them on that day was bound to mean something. And it had, from the way he slammed her back into the door and started fucking her without a car, neither of them had been thinking about the open alley way or the sounds of cars passing by on their way to where ever. What had mattered was the fact that she was in his arms, moaning because he was pushing his cock into her as though they had been long lost lovers, which surprisingly, they hadn't met each other until that fateful day. Corinne was happy they had met and had that memory. Most couples couldn't say that they had sex in broad daylight, in an alley way, during a ten minute break.

    Squeaking softly when his hand collided with her firm ass, she couldn't help but let out a soft laugh that found itself mixed in with a moan, his grip on her ass causing her nails to dig just slightly into the skin of his back, she knew he was about to get fired up. Reenie wold definitely scold him about this later, perhaps in the morning because if he had turned her down again, he would have missed out on this amazing sex they were having, and she would have been a bit mad with him. Now, Corinne wasn't the typical type of mad, she wasn't the type to throw things or get into a fight, oh no, this beautiful woman gave him the silent treatment. That, and she spoke in French, a language that he only barely understood, because when she went and spoke in complete sentences, he was entirely lost in translation. Yes, Corinne was that type of woman.

    Her body moving forward when his knees raised beneath her, his erection pressed in deeper inside of her wet snatch, Corinne's body shivered within his grasp, hips again beginning to work with him to bring them both to an orgasm, her inner walls clenching around him tighter and tighter each time. Hair falling over her breasts each time they bounced, Corinne's lips pressed hard against his, parting her lips to moan into his mouth before almost screaming, "Je suis ainsi Jack étroit ! Remplissez-moi vers le haut du bébé!" Her words were breathless, the female close to coming evidently by the way her inner folds again gripped him as though asking for him to fill her up completely. [/list:u]
 
It drove him insane when Corinne spoke French to him. The only time Jack was okay with her speaking in French was when well, what they were doing right now, or anything that would lead to what they were doing right now. When she spoke French when they were â??making loveâ? it would seriously boost up his energy. But right now, Jack wasnâ??t trying to remember his French, though the words that uttered out of this beautiful French woman, was all too familiar.

The back of Jackâ??s mind, remembered that very sentence was what she shouted when they first met, in that alley. Of course, Jack later on asked her what that had meant, after they had made themselves exhausted. Of course, it had been night time, after Corinne was done doing her bank telling job, that was when she finally told him what it had meant. That only aroused Jack some more and that evening that had their second fun in the restaurant restroom.

They of course got found out, and well, Jack paid for their â??misdemeanorâ?, it was well worth the fifty dollars that he had to pay. There was this raw passion, could have been lust for one another ever since their eyes met, sparks are always high around them, but Jack, when heâ??s frustrated with work, he can contain himselfâ?¦though it took every will power in his body to reject this beautiful French woman thatâ??s now living in his home.

â??Pas encoreâ?¦â? Jack said with a smile as he suddenly slowed down and place his hands on her cheeks as he enjoyed those lovely lips Corinne possessed, pushing her hair back as he stared into those lovely eyes. He then raised his eyebrow as he looked on his upper right, trying to recall his French learning classes he took just for Corinne. â??I amâ?¦uhâ?¦ahhâ?¦what is itâ?¦ paâ?¦parâ?¦ pardonné?â? he said, pushing Corinne back a bit, so that her back was now leaning against his thighs. He then leaned forward. â??Since Jack Jackâ?¦ is willing to playâ?¦lets make it worth our wild? Yes?â? he said with a smile. But then, something Jack couldnâ??t control, his stomach growled, he hadnâ??t his dinner yet unless you call left over doughnuts dinner.
 
  • The female was all too sure that he was growing to his point of complete arousal, feeling his skin grow hot beneath her when her lustful French words came from her full lips, the female who had been so long deprived of this wonderful American man beneath her found herself enjoying this as much as she possibly could. Despite this being filled with rampant noises of intercourse, there was a mixture of love and lust in the air, lust radiating off their bodies and love within their eyes, particularly when Jack set his hands on her warm cheeks and pulled her into a soft kiss. Her lips pushing against his in an affectionate manner, Corinne stared back at him when he moved her hair away from her gorgeous face. Knowing he was trying to get his French in check, the blond laughed softly at the expression on his face and his attempt to translate, shaking her head softly and placing her forehead against his before being moved back onto his thighs.

    Her arms still wrapped around him as he moved forward and got close to her, Reenie tilted her head lightly at his slightly breathless voice, "How?" She asked, her tone curious though even under the music that had dropped to the soft sound of a harp, she could hear his stomach growl, her baby having evidently not eaten anything to fill him up. "Oh honey! Why didn't you tell me you were hungry!?" Her voice was soft though full of concern for her boyfriend, her pretty eyes wide in having tried to have him screw both of their brains out on an empty stomach, the female moved herself expertly out of his lap before snagging the shirt he had actually worn to work today before walking into the kitchen. Reenie's hips swaying softly as her figure only clad in his shirt that was only halfway buttoned from the bottom up, the cleavage of her full chest was evident as she peeked around the kitchen wall and looked into the living room, "What do you want to eat Jack Jack?"

    Corinne made it a mental note to get her Jack Jack later on tonight, whether he was working out of that damn box or not, moving back into the kitchen and moving through shelves of things to make him something simple, yet filling to eat, because she had already cooked earlier, the female glanced up slightly before going into the refrigerator, pulling out left overs from only a few hours ago. "You should have told me you were hungry Jack." She stated from inside the kitchen, her bare feet moving swiftly.[/list:u]
 
Jack made a face as Corinne left him to go to the kitchen to cook him something that will fulfill his appetite, and reenergized him enough so that theyâ??ll have another go at it, and that face that Jack just made, well it was for himself. Why did his stomach had to growlâ?¦was he not a man! Tough it outâ?¦he should have toughed it out! His Reenie was close to showing him how grateful her body was.

He sighed and lay down on the couch. He closed his eyes and remembered how sexy Corinne looked just moments ago as she picked up his shirt and put it on, watching from behind as she walked into the kitchen. He bit his lip as he was getting aroused again. â??Iâ??ll eat whatever we haveâ?¦â? Jack replied when he heard Corinneâ??s question. Now, normally, any guy who was in Jackâ??s position right now would go in there and prove to their woman that they can still finish the job with or without a full stomach.

But Jack remembered to not interfere with Corinne, his Reenie, in the kitchen. That was one of the strict rules of the French, to never bother them in the kitchen. Jack had to learn that the hard way. Jack sat up and looked at his naked form. He was erection was still ready to go.

â??Wellâ?¦I was going to ask if there was anything left to eatâ?¦â? Jack said as he got up, putting on his boxer briefs, and sliding his pants up. He didnâ??t know why he was getting dressed again, knowing full well that after they eat, theyâ??ll be off. He stretched, and looked around. He contemplated whether or not to go to his desk, if he started working on the case, his mindset will be on the workâ?¦and now that heâ??s finally thinking about something else. He wondered if he should get back to work. He had been thinking about work all week.

He looked at Corinne; he had neglected her, what seemed like a long time. Jack entered kitchen, knowing full well not to disturb her, but hey, he was an American, he got some leeway in breaking some rules. He smirked, as he got behind Corinne, his hands on her hips. â??Butâ?¦then you sneaked attacked meâ?¦â? he said with a smile.
 
  • Corinne was an intelligent woman, something that she took a slight bit of pride in simply because she knew how things worked and more specifically how her boyfriend worked. But let's back up a bit, shall we? Miss Corinne Françoise le Blanc, the beautiful French bombshell at whom was currently pulling tupper ware from the refrigerator, was a woman of enough intelligence to rob a bank under the noses of greedy men who believed eying up the women that worked for them, among other things, were nothing but meat. Corinne was no piece of meat, no matter how attractive she was, pushing a spoon into the macaroni and cheese before placing it on a plate, the cheese looking rather delicious, tasting even better when it was warmed up. Back to the thoughts on her mind, however, she felt bad when she heard the news reports that stressed her dear Jack Jack out, because these cases seemed absolutely unsolvable, but that didn't keep him from working day and night to find out what was going on.

    All they needed was a clue, and Corinne would not be the thief to give it to them. Sighing softly, her eyes glanced up when he spoke of eating whatever, already fixing his plate regardless, the baked chicken being set on the plate as well, the female went to accordingly setting up a meal for him on this plate. She couldn't lose too much of her focus, especially when she was still lost in a daze of being far too horny to try to call Gina back about the plans right now, just like her head was far too dazed to be worrying about that faint guilty feeling in the back of her mind. Hearing him move from within the living room, Reenie slid the plate into the microwave, she turned it on and let it begin to heat up the food, moving throughout the kitchen after chewing on her bottom lip softly, she didn't hear him enter the kitchen. More often than not, he knew better than to just creep into the kitchen like that, though jumping softly as he came up behind her and placed his hands on her hips, there was a squeak that emerged from her full lips.

    Leaning back against his shirtless torso as he spoke of her sneak attacking him, she giggled softly, deciding to let it go that he had entered the kitchen; She wasn't really cooking, so for now it was alright. "I think that makes up for it, hm?" She asked, turning her head to look up at him through her thick eyelashes and the bangs of her hair, her hand smoothed itself across his cheek, smoothing down against his jaw line. Such a beautiful man. What a shame he didn't know. [/list:u]
 
Suspicion would strike Jackâ??s mind if it was any other girl that had done what Corinne had just done. It were times like this that Jack thought his wives was hiding something from him, with those beautiful eyes looking up at him, and with those smooth hands feeling the texture of his skin. But for some reason, Corinne never struck those feelings out of Jack. Was it that she had casted her spell on him and he was in too deep to realize it?

What would happen when eventually Jack will snap out of this hormone induced trance? That is caused by the beautiful French woman that he had slept with more than a few times since their three months period of being together. They have probably slept more together than married couples, though it hadnâ??t been that way for the past few weeks since the outbreak of bank robberies.

Even if Jack found out now, he wouldnâ??t know what to do. Heâ??ll probably deny it and act like nothing happened. Was he in to deep with Corinne? What would Corinne do if Jack forced her to make a choice? None of that really mattered now since Jack was standing in front of Corinne, clueless, and with a two track mind, one of them was her, the other was work.

Right now, Corinne was winning. He hadnâ??t made love to this girl for the past few weeks, and though they had just produced sexual intercourse. He hadnâ??tâ?¦nor did she release yet. So Jack had to take care of that after his stomach gets taken care of. â??Soâ?¦what do I have to eat?â? Jack says pulling Corinne closer, and leans down as his lips presses against hers.
 
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