Barbara chased the unknown man from the picture hall after hall until she lost sight of him. She heard the sound. She carefully checked section to section of the warehouse. Just as she closed another door. A click sounds behind her head. She slowly turns around. Boom!
"Ah!" The Detective jumps up out of her sleep.
Jean sits up and rubs Barbara’s arm as she wraps one of hers around her lover's waste.
"Are you alright Hon?"
"Mm," She flashes a weak smile. "I'm fine."
"This is your third this week." She eyes Barbara suspiciously. "Something happened at work and you're leaving me in the dark."
Her girlfriend moves in. "What a clever kitten you are. I give you top marks. Now, how should I reward you?" She kisses the tip of her nose. "Hm?"
Jean giggles. "Stop trying to change the subject."She begins to push her away but fails as her own body betrays her. "I'm serious. I'm worried about you."
"It's a hazard if the job. I'm fine." She pulls her close helping herself to the soft spot behind the ear. The woman releases a rolling moan that sounds almost like a kitty. Barbara smirks. That sound there was her real reason for matching her with a cat. It only made her want more. "I got a little time before work. Are you good?" She roams a hand up the closest inner thigh.
Jean moans again. "So very good." Lower her head catching a soft mound between her lips. She flicks her tongue across the peak, suckles it, as the roaming hand between her thighs finds its spot.
"Oh~ ho~!" The Detective moans into a chuckle. (This girl really has a gift taken. Her lips against my skin is simply too delightful.) She trails kisses along her shoulder. Letting the other hand curve around the side of Kitty's bottom reaching the same Same zone as the other.
Jean's moist heat expressing her churning desire, was all her lover was waiting for.
Barbara lays her back on the pillows parting her legs, she takes one hand lift her bottom to press her dampened hunger against hers. Her lover's purring moan began to break. The sounds of her calling out panting between. Barbara takes a middle finger, penetrating between her smooth curvy cheeks. The woman begins to buck under her.
Jean felt her arousal hit levels unknown. It was uncharted territory she badly craved to explore. "Damn it don't stop. It feels too good."
The sparkle in the woman's eyes as she moved to head her command. Thrilled her with anticipation for the pleasures that will follow. She was not disappointed. Barbara moves with her gravity for completion that equals, if not exceeded her own. Their lips longingly tasting of the other. The Detective pulls away placing a weight mound to her lips. Teasing the peek with her teeth causing erupt. The sound of her joy sent her to her own erupting bliss.
Slate sat in the car going over his file for the next meeting. The men up front kept exchanging looks afraid to step in his bad side. "Just spit it out." The young boss demanded
Anthony cleared his throat. "We have news that a new gunman was hired. "
"Why have I not met him yet?"
"Your father doesn't want you to meet men like him until your marriage has been settled."
Slate laughs. "What marriage. There will be no marriage until I see fit. It will be best if you remember that."
"Yes Sir. Recorded and imprinted Sir."
"That's why I value you. Is there anything else?"
"The gunman has already taken out three people. He will take two more out in your attendance today to throw the scent off of you. You only need to stay away from the windows when the time is given."
The young Sir smirks. Hang back and act surprised while others are made target practice. Sounds simple enough. That's not difficult at all.
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