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His questions were fired at her rapidly but Natasha did her best to answer each and everyone of them to the best of her ability. "Yes they searched my house and car. The storage unit is technically under the name of my business and not me." She explained as she wrote the code down for the unit.

"It's where I store extra furnishings from jobs that have ended and things that will be used again since I also stage properties for realtors wanting to give a house a little touch of class at open houses". Natasha later added trying to remember if either Max or Carrie knew about her locker. Eventually it came to her she sank into her chair with shock.

"I took Carrie there maybe once or twice tops, to show her few items and possibly get a few ideas for her vacation home." She told Smith not really wanting to believe that Carrie would have been making notes on her. Gosh, at the time Natasha wasn't even fooling around with Max which made her even more confused about why she would take the time to mark the code to her unit down.

Natasha got even more bummed when Smith took her phone and wiped it. "I'm already on lockdown and now I'm back to the stone age?" she huffed as he left promising to return. With contact being cut off she made herself cozy at home for what it counted. Natasha threw on an old oversized sweatshirt and bundled up on her sofa flicking through tv channels in search of something on that didn't involve her.

She looked up at the clock many times watching the time fly by slowly. "No, don't call her Nat!" she told herself as she thumbed through her cell phone. The thought to call Carrie had crossed her mind entire time Smith had been gone. Natasha wanted to know if it was her and why? Why she would do such a thing but that was obvious. Carrie was a scorned and pissed off woman over a man who couldn't keep it in his pants. That was a feeling Natasha had never known. She had never been in love or had her heart broken for that matter.

It was an half hour to six when she heard the knock on her door. Natasha ran to it eagerly hoping that it was her knight in shining armor, Smith. Unfortunately, it was just the good detective who interviewed her the day before coming to search her kitchen for a matching knife set to the weapon found.

"This is a warrant Miss Fields." He said with a big smile as he flashed the paper in face. "I've come to search you...your home. " he spat as he pushed his way through the last few feet of her doorway. "I'm sure you know the drill Miss fields."

Natasha moved out of his way and waited as his partner followed in behind him. She wasn't in the cheeriest of moods and it showed on her face. "Do what you want! I'm going to go throw on some pants." She said looking over to the detectives far less attractive partner before saying. "Please make sure your clumsy cop hands don't damage anything."

Natasha then started for her bedroom and as she stepped inside noticed that the Detective had followed her. "I can dress myself thank you" she said smugly as he leaned himself up against a wall in her bedroom watching her.

"Just routine Miss Fields. Can't have you destroying evidence now can we?". He said watching as she pulled out a tight fitting pair of sweats and threw them on. "You called me yesterday Natasha. Was that to come clean to me or..." he said tilting his head a little to the side paying exclusive attention to how the stretching fabric slid over her firm ass "Or was there some other reason you called? Maybe something I could have done for you perhaps?"

He stood in her doorway blocking her way to the living room with a big smile. Natasha wasn't going to play this game right now and refused to answer his questions. Their brief little stand off would soon be interrupted by his partner giving him a shout. "Well, I think we've may have just found what we were looking for Miss Fields." The detective spoke and lifted his arm high enough for her to slip under it and out into the living area.
 
While Jeremy was on his way to the court house he got a text from his friend.

"Got it. File sent to your e-mail. You owe me."

There was a bit of a sigh of relief as he read the message. He pulled into the parking lot and as soon as he was out the reporters surrounded him. He paid no attention to them and started to make his way into the building. Normally it would be closed being so late but seeing how this was the current trial-of-the-century, it was obvious that this was going to be an exception. He pulled out his tablet and synced his phone as a secure hot spot as he watched someone enter the locker complex and head to Natasha's locker.

As soon as he heard the prosecutors voice he closed the e-mail and looked up. "I'm trusting you're going to try to pin this on my client?" he asked. "You should just drop it and not let it to be entered into evidence. It'll make you look desperate."

Before the prosecutor could respond the bailiff called them both into the judge's chambers. "Your honor," Jeremy said as soon as the door closed, "you can't let this be entered in as evidence. It's circumstantial at most." "That's bullshit and you know it," the prosecutor responded. "Besides, we don't even know who's blood it is on there," he added as he looked sternly at Jeremy.

"That's enough!" ordered the Judge as he looked at both of them. "So far the only thing we do know is that the blood does match the deceased. Since that's relevant to the case, I'll allow it to be entered in as evidence."

Jeremy didn't want to pull out his card so early, but he felt he had no choice. "If that get's entered into evidence then I want this to be as well," he said as he pulled up his tablet and opened the e-mail. "It's an official copy of someone going in and opening Ms. Fields' locker within the past day. I'll send copies to both of you as well as the police so they can verify the authenticity." He looked at the prosecutor in the eye. "There's only a few people who had access to this locker and it couldn't have been my client since she hasn't been there since she has been incarcerated."

"I'll take both the knife and this video into consideration, Mr. Smith," the judge said. "We're still waiting for finger prints on the knife to come back but this does shed some light on the whole situation," the judge remarked. "Both of you are dismissed. I'll let you know in the next few days what I decide."

Jeremy sent a quick e-mail to the prosecutor, judge and police officer who was at the court house. He sent a text to Natasha, letting her know that he was heading back to her place. He looked and saw that it was just after six by the time he got back and started to head up the elevator, unaware of the fact that the officers were still at her place.
 
Natasha noticed the flashing screen on her cell phone and sighed. "Just in time" she said as she read the text from Smith. Her eyes scanned the room looking for anything damaged or shifted in her apartment by the detective's partner and then turned her attention to the cutlery set on her counter. Of course then the cops ran through the usual questions which Natasha either had no answer for or one that didn't make any logical sense at all.

She watched as they bagged up their new finds preparing to leave. Officer Cain let his partner leave before him so that he could take the extra time to talk to Natasha. "Not as flirty as you were yesterday Fields." He said making is way closer to her, so close that nothing could fit between them. "If there's anything at all on your mind " He asked toying with the waistline of her sweatshirt before finishing "Or anything don't hesitate to call me."

Natasha backed away slowly and then said her goodbyes to the officer. She was more than happy to see Smith stepping out of the elevator as Cain was headed for it. Natasha waved excitedly at him but not too much. She didn't want the cop to get the wrong idea about the two of them. Natasha entered her apartment and started to take her sweats off. It was times like this that a good fuck did her best. She waited eagerly for Smith to walk through her door.
 
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Jeremy saw one of the officers heading towards the elevator as he was heading towards the room. "Officer, can I see your warrant for taking her stuff?" he demanded. There was no doubt that it was going to be viewed as being legal. He took a look at the evidence bag. "Warrant so I can see it or this stays here," he commanded.

As he made his way into the apartment he looked over at Officer Cain. "Excuse me, officer," he started out saying, "but I believe you're questioning my client without me present, is that correct?" He looked at him sternly, figuring that the officer probably had a reputation. "Get out of here, now. And if you want to come back you need to make sure I'm present along with your supervisor, who I will be filing a complaint against." Jeremy took the evidence bag and placed it back on the counter. "Get out and leave my client alone. You can come get this when your chief comes and apologizes for you being a fucking sack of shit."

Jeremy waited until they left and closed the door. "Are you alright?" he asked Natasha as he sat down on the couch. "Don't ever answer any questions without me present, got it?" he asked in just as stern of a voice as he gave the officers. Jeremy pulled out his tablet and pulled up the video surveillance and logs of her locker. He paused it when it showed the girl going to her locker. "Do you know who that is?" he asked. "I need you to tell me with 100% certainty."

He leaned over and whispered in her ear. "If you're a good girl and you answer me I'll stop the recording and let you finish getting undressed for some fun." He knew that if he was going to fuck her, especially with the pent up adrenaline that he had from the police, it was going to be rough.
 
Natasha frowned but took another look at the screen. "I want to say Carrie but I can't be sure about that. " she said tossing her sweatshirt over her head revealing herself to him. Now she was sitting next to him in nothing but her bright pink panties. The recording was still going so she knew he couldn't comment on her current choice in attire. Natasha smirked throwing her legs over his lap and leaning back into the sofa.

"Is there anything else you want me to answer Smith?" she asked sounding as professional as possible though her face said otherwise. Natasha had know idea what kind of mood Smith was in. Yesterday he had already warned her that he might be a dick today. His tone of voice was definitely a little prick like.
 
"Not today. With these recent developments I'll need to head back and get some information sorted out," he said. He pulled out the recorder and stopped it. He got up and walked over to put his stuff away. When he turned around he saw his prize for the night laying on the couch in just her panties. He started to take off his coat and suit as he made his way back over towards her. "I think someone owes me a special thank you for getting rid of those cops for you," he said mildly suggestively.

He leaned down and kissed her deeply on the lips. The kiss was short and sweet. "Be a good little slut and get changed into something a bit more sexy. I think I want a nice quality lap dance," he told her as he helped her up.
 
"Oh really?" she asked with a big grin. Before leaving to go get changed she bent over slightly, sticking her rear out for him to give her a smack on the ass. "Could you give me a little push?" Natasha waited for second and when she felt the nice sting spread across her cheek she took off to let him finish getting undressed.

When she returned about 15 mins had gone by. She was clad in four inch black stilettos and violet colored teddy. Natasha never did anything half way and as soon as Smith made himself comfortable for the lap dance she picked up the remote to her sound system. She had a preset for especially for these moments as well as working out with strip aerobics.

"Ready?" she looked back over her shoulder at him, with a devilish smile.
 
Jeremy was too happy to oblige with her spanking as she showed him her tight and firm ass. Jeremy smacked it somewhat hard, making sure it stung a little. He could hear a small yelp escape from her mouth as she stood back up and headed to the bedroom. He watched as she looked back and gave him a small wink before closing the door.

Jeremy started to make himself more comfortable. He took off his shirt, followed by his shoes, socks and pants. He decided to fold them up neatly near his stuff as he took off his boxers and then his other shirt. He made his way back to the couch and sat down on the center of it. He made sure to make himself comfortable while he waited.

He didn't keep track of the time as he continued to wait. Though he did think it was taking a bit longer than usual. He started to think about going and checking on her before the door opened back up. He watched as Natasha came out and started to turn on the sound system. There wasn't much surprise that she had some music ready to go for this kind of situation, though he didn't mind at all.

"Of course I'm ready you little slut," he said when she looked back over to him with her devilish grin as she asked. He watched as she made her way closer to him. It was extremely obvious that his dick was ready just as well since it was sticking up towards her as she got closer.
 
Natasha licked her lips at the sight of him on display for her. What had started off as a nice sensual walk had morphed into soft crawl when she dropped down to all fours. Natasha kept her eyes on the swaying of his cock when she rose to sitting on her knees. It was in perfect view for her since she was now between his legs. She let the music dictate the atmosphere as she ran her along his thighs.

"Thank you for handling those big bad cops Smith" Natasha said seductively. Then she stood so that he could have a better view of her body. She did a slow turn for him, stopping when her ass had come into view for him. Natasha smiled and slowly bent forward showing him that she had also worn a matching g-string. With ease she glided her ass down and across his chest. She took her time when she felt his cock sliding between her firm cheeks, grinding it suggestively and working the thick, hard rod between them.

"MMmm" she sighed trying to fight her own urge to handle his cock and rub it against her pussy through the soft fabric of her panties. Instead she stood, slowly pulling down the g-string of her panties until it caressed the soft skin where her thighs met her ass. She looked backed at him enjoying the look on his face before she gripped that string tight and jiggled it. The motion caused her ass to bounce and her to let a small giggle.

Natasha had only pulled the g-string half way up her ass by the time she had turned to straddle him. She could look down and see him bobbing between their two bodies. She could even feel him grace the skin just under her belly button with every move she made. Natasha opened her legs wider and wider as she pretended to ride him.

She then began to slowly lean back. Natasha kept this up until her head was nearly touch the floor. Her legs were still around his waist for leverage and stability as she gripped his hand and slid it down her body. First over her firm stomach and then between the plush cavern of her C-cup breasts. When she had easily pulled herself back up to a sitting position she gave Smith a passionate kiss. She could feel the sharp edge of her heels as the teased her ass.

"Take me Smith" she moaned in his ear as her heel toyed with a g-string from her panties. "You have my permission to fuck me however you want" she said after breaking the kiss and throwing her arms around his neck.

"Slow" she whispered kissing the tender skin just behind his ear.

"Fast" she continued as lips slid across his neck.

"Even rough if you wanted" she said with a big smile as she reached behind her undoing the single string that had held her lingerie all together. Soon after the top of her teddy fell down her shoulders and rested just above her nipples.
 
Jeremy moaned as he felt Natasha start to rub on his body. He was enjoying his lap dance very much. There was no doubt in his mind that she had a lot of experience doing this. Maybe she did some dancing during college? He figured he might ask at some point, but not right now.

Jeremy kissed her back just as passionately as she was finishing up her dance. He watched as she moved her hand back and undid the string that caused her lingerie to fall down some. He looked down at her perky breasts as they became exposed. He looked back up into her eyes as she started to say that he had permission to use her however he wanted.

"I didn't know I needed permission, Ms. Fields," he said with a sly grin as he pulled down on her lingerie some more. He leaned down and started to kiss her breasts. At the same time he moved his hands to her sides and started to pull down on her g-string as well. As he switched from kissing breast to breast, and the occasional cleavage in between, he used one hand and pushed two fingers deep in her pussy. He pushed them in far and deep and began to twist them around as he started to kiss up to her lips.
 
She made more of an expression rather than a sound as his fingers pushed into her. Natasha closed her eyes enjoying the skill of his fingers. Smith knew what he was doing which was the biggest turn on of all. Natasha slowly worked her body around the touch of fingers. She slowly raised and dropped her hips, riding the two digits like his cock. As her breath started to speed up Natasha pressed her hands into his shoulders, to force him further back into the sofa. This changed the angle of her body as she rode his fingers to near orgasm.

Natasha then buried her plush lips deep into the side of his neck, kissing and licking and even nibbling a few times. She had almost given him a hickey but reluctantly remembered that it would be against his rules of keeping their relationship private. "Then again who would know it came from her and not his wife?" Natasha thought to herself mischieviously letting her mouth linger there just a little bit longer before pulling back.
 
Jeremy continued to finger Natasha harder. He let her ride his fingers as she kissed his neck. He moved his other hand to the bottom of her hair and started to wrap it around it as he pulled back. As soon as her head was leaning back, Jeremy sat up a little bit and kissed her deeply. After several more moments he pulled his fingers out of her soaking wet pussy and put them up to their mouths. He started to lick one clean of her juices as she started to lick the other.

As soon as they finished licking his fingers, he moved his hands to her hips and thrust her pussy down onto his hard cock. He could hear her moans as he made her take all of his cock at once. "Is this what my little fuck toy wanted?" he asked as he started to push his cock deeper in her soaking wet pussy, going faster with each thrust.
 
Natasha wanted to answer him but the words wouldn't leave her lips. She leaned back into his grip on her hair trying her best to match his and really just take his thrusts. With each volatile push his cock made into her Natasha released an exasperated gasp. This was indeed what she had wanted! She wanted to be 'forced' to take her pleasure by a man who had no problem with taking is own from her body. Either way, Natasha was going to get hers so Smith might as well focus on his.

She could feel her breasts jiggle slightly as their two bodies rocked back and forth. Her full ass was also not immune to keeping up with the increasing pace of their fucking. Natasha was going through sensory overload. There were just too many perfect, enticing sensations for her to focus on just one.

Finally though, she broke from the erotic delight of the moment to answer Smith. "YES!" she breathed out, deep. It was almost as if she had held her breath for past five minutes entirely while he took her.

Natasha began to thrust her hips down so that she could feel him piercing the heart of her pussy. She loved hearing the sounds of her body meeting his and began to match it with her own vocal notes of low grunts and passionate sighs.
 
Jeremy grabbed Natasha's legs as he continued to fuck her hard. He sat up and moved them so they were resting on his shoulders. He slowly moved his hands down her long, slender legs, gently caressing them. Once they made their way down to her firm ass he pulled her hips closer to his. He continued to push his cock in her deeper.

Once he knew that Natasha had a good grip on him, he moved one hand down to her breasts, squeezing them good and hard. The other hand he moved to her clit. He started to rub it slowly at first. Then he picked up the pace as he made circles around it. His hard member was starting to stiffen. He knew that he was going to be close to blowing his load in her soon. Jeremy made sure that there was no set pattern in how he was playing with her clit. He could hear the moans and groans of teasing her this way.

"God," he said as he took several long breaths, "I love fucking my new little slut. I'm going to cum in you very shortly and you're going to enjoy it like the good little tramp you are." He didn't ask, he just told her what he was going to do. It was days like this when he knew it was stressful that he wanted to be more in control and more aggressive with his fucking. He stopped rubbing her clit and began to smack it as he started to shoot his cum deep in her pussy. He could feel stream after stream leave him and start to fill her up. He looked down at her intently, almost in a way that said "you're-my-new-conquest" as he felt her pussy start to tighten against his hard member.
 
Natasha could feel her stomach tighten as well when he started to fill her up. "I can do this. I can handle this" she thought to herself as her own orgasm started. Smith's 'love taps' to her clit really didn't help her maintain her composure either. Each slap to her sensitive little nub made her want to jump and squirm but she fought it off focusing on the way his cum pooling inside her of her made her feel.

Her legs which had been firmly resting on his shoulders had now grown limp and nearly lifeless. Natasha could feel her nerves firing back and forth like little electric jolts under her skin.

Her lips turned up into a smile when she finally felt Smith's thrusts slowly coming to an end. She sighed matching his breaths when she finally felt her body releasing his cock. Natasha locked her deep blue eyes onto his with a face that glistened in sweat and a big smile from ear to ear. "I think we may have drained you dry that time babe." she spoke a little out of breath. Natasha then made a move said that she was sitting up and facing him. She didn't dare unplug her pussy by letting his cock slip out. Her hips pressed firmly down keeping him inside of her until he'd tell her what he wanted from her.

Natasha gave him a small delicate kiss before joking with him. "How did a good and proper guy like you end up with such a dirty mouth huh?".
 
Jeremy looked at Natasha as she finished re-positioning herself on him. He was a little surprised that she kept her hips fairly tight against him. He kissed her back gently before responding. "Well, they do say that nice guys finish last," he moved his hands to her hair and pulled it back a little, "so that's the last thing I'll be in the bedroom." He caressed her body as he kissed her again. He felt his hands move up to her breasts and gently squeeze them.

As he squeezed her breasts and gently began to play with her nipples, he started to slide his cock out of her wet pussy. "I bet someone is thirsty after that workout, don't you think?" he asked jokingly as he laid back on the bed, moving his hands to her shoulders and gently pressing down on them, making her body slowly go down his.
 
Natasha smiled and gave him a wink as she slid down his body. No guy she'd ever been with had wanted her tongue tasting them this much until Smith. This made it all the more entertaining for her as she licked her way down his chest. She smiled when her mouth found it's destination.

Natasha held is cock in her hands examining it for a moment but gently. She knew how sensitive guys could be after having an orgasm she took her time licking each side of it clean. Then she let her lips surround the soft tip of it and her tongue flirt around with it before she took it entirely in her mouth. It may have been cocky of her but Natasha highly doubted anyone could beat her mouth and tongue when it came to sucking cock.

She eagerly went after it loving the slightly salty taste of their sex that had covered him. She took time to savor each lick of her tongue, sometimes even closing her eyes and swirling the juices she'd collected around in her mouth as if she was tasting a fine wine.

"Smith can I be honest with you?" she asked with a big smile as she lifted her head to look at him. Before he could answer her she blurted it out anyway. "You might be the best tasting man I've ever had. I definitely like the way you taste after we fuck for sure.". She giggled and then returned to pleasuring him with her mouth this time letting her tongue travel to his balls as well as his cock.
 
"Well," Jeremy started to say, "the old saying is still true: nice guys do finish last." He felt her lick down his body as he relaxed some. "I was friend-zoned several times in high school for being too nice. So I'll just appear nice but be a callous dick when I need to be." He moaned a little as she started to lick up and down his shaft. He moved his hands into her hair and played with it playfully as she started to suck their mixed cum off of it.

"Don't worry, I'll be the same way in the courtroom when we go to trial. But we still have some time before that happens," he told her as she finished sucking on his cock. When he felt that she was done he moved his hands to her sides and pulled her up to him. He sat up a little bit and kissed her gently on the lips as he felt her hard nipples press against his body.
 
It felt good to feel safe and strange that someone whom she'd only met yesterday made it possible. Natasha kissed him back not really knowing what to do at the time. Their sex had given her a good vacation from what was going on but his comment about the court room rushed her back to reality. She kissed him once more passionately before rolling over onto the bed.

Laying beside him, she traced circles around his chest as she worked up the courage to ask him this next question. "I know you can't stay the night but" she paused looking up at him with the most innocent look ever. "Would you mind waiting until I feel asleep?"

"I totally understand if you can't though. I just thought it would be nice to have the company". Natasha gave a half smile to let him know that she'd be okay if chose to say no.

It wasn't like Natasha to do the whole 'cuddling' thing after sex or to even want it for that matter. House arrest was starting to take it's toll on her. Natasha hadn't been outside her building for a little over a month. She couldn't even lounge out poolside without being hounded by photographers so the building's patio area was off.

Most of all and what she couldn't really face was the fact that she missed having someone around. Before all this Max had practically spent every night of the week he could at her place. He'd always be gone by morning since he was married and did have a business to run but for those few hours that he was hers; Natasha would give anything to have back.

"It's still early so we have time to pace ourselves" Natasha said with a smile, sensing that she might have taken the night in a different direction when she asked him if he wanted to stay. A direction way off the one Smith might have had planned for the night. She wanted Smith to know that sex wasn't fully off the table so she gently massaged his cock before rising onto her shoulders.

Natasha was just in the mood for something different. She wanted romance tonight, friendship if at all possible and to hold onto the feeling of protection he gave her.

"I'm going to go grab a glass of water. Did you want anything?".
 
Jeremy laid back in her bed as he thought about her question with him staying the night. He felt her get off of him and then draw circles on his body. "I probably shouldn't," he said. "Not that I wouldn't mind staying the night. I do have it to where my phone would show up at the hotel if someone was looking for me via gps. But," he said as he leaned over and kissed her forehead, "I do think there are some police officers who will be wanting to come back early with a valid search warrant," he reminded her. "So I should get some sleep fairly early in order to make sure they don't do anything to you."

He felt her start to massage his member, trying to bring it back to life. "I think we had enough fun for one night," he said calmly. He watched as she got up and started to head to the kitchen. "I'll have a glass of water as well," he said as he re-positioned himself on the bed. "My plan for tomorrow is to show up in the morning, ask you some questions until the police arrive, deal with them, see if anything showed up with the video footage and maybe come back here for more questions. If I don't have anymore questions when I get back here, well, I could definitely use a workout," he said as he watched Natasha walk back in with their waters.
 
"Sounds like a plan then" Natasha smiled handing him his glass. She then finished hers and crawled back into bed alongside him. There was a big grin on her face as she did.

"I probably should have grabbed your clothes from the living room." Natasha said tilting her head so that she could admire his body from a different angle.

"I admit I forgot on purpose though. Just couldn't resist the chance to watch you walk and get them yourself." Another smile splayed across her face. She could feel herself getting turned on just from the thought of seeing his strong body from the back for once.

Getting a the water glasses wasn't the only reason she had been out there. She grabbed the spare key to her apartment from a drawer as well as a piece of paper. Natasha took her time contemplating what she was about to do and figured that sneaking the key into his suit pocket was the best way to approach the situation rather than out right.

She wrote him a note saying. "I figured this might come in handy for many reasons. And not just for the sexy ones either. Keep your head out of the gutter Smith!" and then she drew a smiley face and a heart.

It made since to give him one since they'd be working closely together. For the next few weeks her home would be his part time office since she couldn't meet him in his actual one. She'd hope that he'd find the items she'd planted after he'd already left her apartment.
 
Jeremy took his glass from her and started to drink. "Thank you, Ms. Fields," he said politely, however, with a bit of sarcasm. He coughed a little bit as he finished his drink as she admitted why she didn't bring any of his clothes with her. In reality he didn't expect her to. "That's fine," he told her. "I guess it's kind of fair since I've been checking out your very sexy body while you've been walking back and forth yesterday and today." He moved his hand over to her and slowly started to caress her body.

He kissed her neck as he held her closer to him. "So, what would you like to talk about that isn't about the trial?" he inquired. He figured that Natasha probably had a lot on her mind and he wanted to get to know the real her. "I want to know about the real you. What you usually do for fun, when you're not hanging out on house arrest," he said jokingly. "Is there anything from the outside world you would like me to bring you one of these days?" he inquired with a small smirk on his face.
 
Wait! What? He was making actual polite conversation? Natasha smiled as she realized that maybe Smith did have a laxed side to him. She adjusted a pillow so that she could use it as a back pillow with she sat up. "No, there's not anything you could bring me from the outside world that I can't already order on the internet." she smirked right back to him.

"I like to bike ride, dance, go for swims. Oh and believe it or not, read. I mean the hard books too you know? Like the ones without pictures." Natasha said her cheeks blushing right before she faced palmed. "I can't believe I'm actually telling you this stuff. It feels like I'm answering one of those cheesy dating service questions.".

"I guess you probably do the more posh recreational activities. Like racquetball and tennis at the club?"Natasha asked Smith mimicking a tennis swing as she did. She could feel herself wanting to get more comfortable and soon it was like chatting with a long time friend.

He would ask her questions. She would answer them with ease and maybe even elaborate on a few answers with a story. Natasha had wanted to ask him about the man he had spoke to on the phone earlier but after thinking about it decided to put it off till tomorrow. She Knew he would have to be going soon and didn't want the night to end with talking about court issues.
 
Smith smiled at her as she answered his questions. "It's good that you like to read. I only like the hard books if they aren't dry, like all those stupid manuals you get from jobs. Sometimes the books with pictures do help, like the Kama Sutra," he said as he moved his hand across her hair. "And if things don't work out and you end up behind bars, I'm sure there's a dating site for that, so this can be practice," he told her with a little bit of a chuckle. He was prepared in case she decided to hit him for that comment.

Jeremy started to laugh when he heard her idea of him spending time at a country club. "Oh yeah, we play it all, tennis, squash, polo. We even have a set tea time for brunch," he said jokingly. "If it were only that way. See, I'm a junior lawyer which is kind of like saying I'm just as good as a mall cop compared to a police officer. If I go, I need to give one of the caddies a day off and carry the boss's golf bag. Junior lawyers are kind of like the country club bitches," he said as he leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. "My activities include working out, spending time outdoors with nature, counting cards and spending time with the wife. All of which are fun in many different ways," he said with a slight grin on his face.

Jeremy looked over at the clock and saw that it was becoming fairly late. "Well, Ms. Fields," he started to say, "sadly, playtime is over for tonight. What time would be too early in the morning to show up since, in my experience, cops like making early morning warrant searches." He started to get out of the bed and stand up as he waited for her answer. He started to head over to get his clothes and slowly put them on so that Natasha could have her "show" that she had wanted. When he was fully dressed he gathered his stuff and headed out.

Once he was on the way back to his hotel he called his wife to see how she was doing. "Hey, dear," he said, "so have you found a new play thing while I'm gone? You have? That's good. Ms. Fields is definitely fun in the bed, but I do prefer you to her. Maybe once this is over, and if she isn't found guilty, we can have a nice little threesome." He finished talking to her for a while and hung up before arriving back to his hotel where he turned in for the night.
 
Natasha took a quick shower and turned in comfortably for the night. Smith would be over around nine tomorrow morning which was perfect. If the detectives didn't shop until after she would have the time to work out, eat and shower all before Smith got there.

Mrs. Harrington was also turning in for the night after feeling that she's caused enough damage for the day. She was letting Max stew for night with nothing for entertainment but those scandalous articles about Natasha. Tomorrow her "inside" man would be stopping by the young sluts apartment with a new search warrant. Officer Cain had been her inside man since this whole thing had began. Of course she didn't really care about him. Carry saw him as just a means to an end and didn't hesitate to use her body and money to get that.

The fact that he hadn't managed to sleep with Natasha yet did intrigue Carry though. Maybe he actually had feeling for her and that's why he wasn't plowing the marriage breaker. The thought of Cain sleeping with Natasha started to make her sick or jealous which she would never admit too. Something about the girl who seemed to always get what she wanted made her irrate.

She turned off the light and went to sleep. Looking forward to the lack of evidence when it came to the storage lot surveillance tapes. Tomorrow was going to be fun!

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