The Deal Maker chapter 8

 The Deal Maker

Chapter 8

A soft knock at the door broke her focus.

"Come in, Vanessa."

Detective Vanessa Price stepped inside, her piercing gaze sweeping over Claire from head to toe. The air between them was thick, the same unspoken sexual tension that had always lingered whenever they were alone. Vanessa's dark blazer was unbuttoned, her crisp white blouse slightly undone at the top, just enough to hint at something underneath. Her eyes lingered on Claire's cast before slowly drifting up her body.

"You clean up well, that black dress is amazing" Vanessa murmured, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall. "But I have to ask... are you sure you're up for this? That's a very dangerous man."

Claire arched a perfectly shaped brow, gripping her crutches with deliberate poise. "Since when do you worry about your undercover cops?" she countered, tilting her chin slightly.

Vanessa chuckled, stepping closer, close enough that Claire could catch the faint scent of her perfume, something warm, with a hint of spice.

"Fair point, but I can't help but wonder... What's the real play here?"

Claire shifted her weight, the movement accentuating the way her dress clung to her hips.

"You think I'm plotting something?"

Vanessa smiled. "I know you are." She reached out, fingertips just barely grazing the edge of Claire's cast. "Red suits you."

For a moment, Claire didn't move. The way Vanessa was looking at her, the way her breath ghosted over her skin, sent a familiar shiver down her spine. But she had a job to do. She straightened, breaking the moment, and adjusted the strap of her backpack.

"I have a meeting," she said, a teasing lilt in her voice as she crutched past Vanessa, deliberately brushing against her. "Try to behave yourself, Detective."

Vanessa chuckled, watching her go, her gaze lingering on Claire's swaying hips and the rhythmic click of her crutches against the polished floor.

"Oh, Boss, where's the fun in behaving?"

She was so sexy in that dress, the subtle sway of her hips, the gentle slope of her shoulders, and the tantalizing swell of her breasts and the way the fabric hugged her waist The deep red of her cast stood out vividly against the dark material, turning heads with every rhythmic click of her crutches on the pavement. As she approached the waiting car, she caught the Uber driver's gaze lingering, deep blue eyes and unabashedly curious.

The driver, a young woman with a messy ponytail and dark eyeliner, scrambled out of the car.

"Hey, let me help you," she said, a little breathless as she quickly reached for Claire's crutches the moment she settled into the seat.

Claire smirked, shifting her long leg cast slightly, making sure to be in full view for the cute driver. She caught the way the girl's eyes flickered down, hesitating just a second too long before awkwardly clearing her throat and shutting the door behind her.

As they pulled onto the road, the driver kept sneaking glances at the red cast. Finally, she couldn't help herself. "Sorry, I don't mean to stare. It's just, I had a girlfriend in high school who broke her leg during spring break. Full leg cast, too. But hers was pink. It brings memories"

Claire raised a brow, intrigued. "Pink, huh? I bet she was very cute."

The driver chuckled. "Yeah, she thought so too. At first. But after a few weeks of hobbling around on her crutches, I don't think she found it so much fun." She glanced at Claire through the rear view mirror. "What about you? What happened?"

Claire's lips curled into a smile, her tongue licking them, as she shifted ever so subtly in her seat. "I don't have any wild spring break tales to share, sadly. Just a little mishap."

They were at a red light and saw the cute driver stare at her broken ankle. So her gaze dropped, her hand moving with deliberate slowness along the length of her cast, her fingers tracing the contours with her nails gliding on her long cast as if savouring the sensation.

"I was...having wild sex with my wife," she began making it up, her voice low and husky. "I got a bit too aggressive during bondage, and my enthusiasm got the better of me. While tying her down, I lost my balance and tumbled off the bed, landing badly. The next thing I saw and heard was my leg breaking in two places."

The driver winced. "Wow bondage gone wrong. That sounds amazing, I mean painful miss."

Claire smiles, her lips curving playfully. "It was so painful. But now? I kind of like the attention my cast gets."

The driver swallowed hard, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter as her gaze flickered back to the striking red cast and Claire just smiled

The car rolled to a stop in front of Claire's building. The driver was out in an instant, hurrying around to open the door. Claire swung her good leg out first, adjusting her balance as the young woman grabbed her crutches from the backseat.

"Here," the driver said, holding them out.

Claire took her time, deliberately brushing her fingers against the driver's as she accepted them. She shifted forward, planting the rubber tips of the crutches on the pavement, and pushed herself up gracefully. The woman watched, clearly mesmerized by the sight of Claire balancing on her crutches.

She was so ready to move toward the entrance of the building. Each step sent a sensual sway through her body, the crutches clicking in a hypnotic rhythm. She didn't look back, she knew the young driver's eyes were still on her.

Inside, the cold air felt nice against her flushed skin. She pressed the button for the elevator, shifting slightly as she adjusted her stance. When the doors slid open, she stepped inside, only to realize she wasn't alone.

I followed in after her, my breath catching just slightly at the sight of her against the sleek glass walls of the elevator. Claire looked... unreal. Her short and tight black dress hugged her body like a second skin, and that red cast? It was a striking contrast, bold, unmissable. She was a fetishist dream woman.

I was so turned on.

She leaned lightly on her crutches effortlessly, confident, yet something about the way she held herself made my pulse quicken. Maybe it was the way her lips curved into a knowing smile, or how her eyes flickered to mine, sharp and teasing.

The doors slid shut.

We were all ALONE.

I swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the slow hum of the elevator as it ascended. The glass around us reflected every detail, her poised stance, the smooth arch of her neck, her beautiful and strong left leg, the rise and fall of her chest beneath the fabric of her dress.

"You keep looking at me like that, I might start thinking you have a thing for injured women."

I stepped just a little closer. "Maybe I do, but first who do you work for Claire?" I asked.

And with that, I pressed the emergency button and stopped the elevator, the soft hum of machinery halting as the car came to a standstill. She froze for a moment, her beautiful green eyes widening slightly before she smiled trying to regain control, her lips curving into that playful smile I loved so much.

"Bold move," she teased, her voice low and smooth.

I didn't respond with words. Instead, I closed the distance between us, my hands finding her waist as I pulled her close. Her crutches clattered to the floor, but neither of us cared. Her arms wrapped around my neck for balance on her high heel shoe. Her body then pressed against mine, and I kissed her, hard, deep, and full of sexual expectations.

She moaned into my mouth, her right leg in its full leg cast, bent at the knee, brushing against my penis as I pressed her against the elevator wall. I was in total control, and she knew it. Her body yielded to mine, her hands gripping my shoulders for balance, her lips parting hungrily as I deepened the kiss.

The way she sexually surrendered to me, her breath, her whimpers muffled against my mouth, sent a renewed surge through me. She was strong, confident, and unbreakable, yet here she was, completely at my mercy.

I think she also knew... that I liked it even more like this. There was something about the contrast of her leg cast, her crutches, her vulnerability mixed with her unshakable confidence, that made her even more irresistible.

She didn't shy away, didn't hesitate. She knew about my past and yet she gave herself to me completely, and I loved it.

The Deal Maker
Chapter 9 to come
K