Case File 91

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No Sleep.

Chapter Ninety-One

Somehow the short nap I took in the car earlier gave me the energy to stay up nearly half the night.

Tazmin and I ended up spending a couple of hours on the yacht, soaking in the city skyline and the calm water that rushed around the boat.

Which lasted until almost two in the morning.

The man driving the yacht didn't even seem to mind either—he drove us around the waters of Miami for a while.

At least until I began growing insane.

But only from Tazmin's soft caresses up and down my side—or how she played the waistband of my jeans from time to time.

It made my stomach grow in fucking knots.

And the car ride home only made it so much fucking worse.

Especially with Tazmin caressing and kneading her fingertips into my upper thigh.

I know she knew what she was doing.

I also knew that she assumed she would have her way first.

When that's far from the case.

"Milena," Tazmin laughed as soon as I grabbed her hand and tugged her into my body.

We had only made it two steps into the house—Tazmin barely even got the door closed before I tugged her into an impatient kiss.

"I want you right now," I murmured against her lips as we naturally backed further into the house.

"And I want you baby," Tazmin said, sliding her hands down to my ass that she gently squeezed.

I reached for her waistband, "Me first," I whispered against her lips, subtly unbuttoning her pants before unzipping them, "My way right?" I clarified, pulling back slightly to meet her dark eyes.

Which stared down at me with nothing but pure fucking desire.

"Always your way Mil," Tazmin emphasized, her dark eyes glancing down to my lips.

Before she firmly grabbed my neck and pulled me into her for a kiss.

Which was much deeper than last time—especially with our tongues naturally tangling together.

"Show me what you got baby," Tazmin murmured against my lips, naturally making me smirk.

I pulled away from our shared kiss, "Careful what you wish for," I murmured, grabbing her hand to impatiently pull her off to the kitchen.

And I swear I had her pinned against one of the counters in a matter of seconds—grabbing the hem of her shirt and tugging it over her head.

Which immediately revealed her toned stomach that I naturally scratched my short nails down, leaning in her ear to whisper—

"I'm about to devour every fucking inch of you."

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