What Can I Do For You, Detective?

by Cassidy

Cassidy, a stunning ebony beauty with luscious curves, found herself in a predicament. A close friend had gotten mixed up in a questionable situation, and now the police were breathing down Cassidy’s neck as an alleged accomplice.

Detective Jameson always seemed to coincide with Cassidy’s doorbell. His persistence was starting to wear thin on her patience, though she tried to maintain a calm exterior. Today, despite his constant visits, Cassidy decided to invite him inside.

As Jameson stepped into the cozy living room, Cassidy offered him a seat on the plush couch. She eyed him up and down, admiring the cut of his sharp suit and the way his dark eyes locked onto hers. Cassidy knew she could be quite the temptation, and the detective’s lingering gazes never went unnoticed.

“So, Detective,” Cassidy began, her velvety voice dripping with confidence, “I understand you’ve been coming by quite frequently. I hope we can resolve this matter amicably.”

Jameson cleared his throat, his eyes never leaving Cassidy’s face. “Ma’am, I apologize if my visits have caused you any inconvenience. I assure you, my intentions are purely professional.”

Cassidy arched an eyebrow, her full lips curving into a sly smile. “Is that so? Well, perhaps we can discuss these professional matters more comfortably if you relax a bit.”

Without waiting for a response, Cassidy slid closer, her thigh brushing against his. His breath hitched as her fingers traced the crease of his trousers, emboldened by the obvious tension she felt beneath her touch.

Feeling his resolve crumble, Cassidy began to unbutton his shirt, her fingertips gliding over his chest. Sparks danced between them as his hands finally found her, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush.

The kiss that followed was slow, hungry, and inevitable. Cassidy melted into him, every sound and movement blurring the line between interrogation and indulgence.

Lost in the heat of the moment, the detective’s questions were forgotten entirely. Whatever had brought him to her door no longer mattered—not when Cassidy had him exactly where she wanted him.

As they lay entwined afterward, the weight of the world seemed to lift. Cassidy smiled softly, already anticipating the next knock at her door—and what she might do about it.