Case File 77

Case File Name:
More To Lose.

♤Chapter Seventy-Seven♤

"You know it's just a night right?" Tazmin said with an amused expression, lifting my silver and white Dior suitcase to put in the trunk.

"An unpredictable night—I need all of my outfits," I emphasized as she closed the trunk.

"Whatever you say baby," Tazmin said with an amused expression, guiding us to the backseat of the chauffeured SUV.

For some reason, Tazmin refuses to let anyone open a door for me—or even put my suitcase in the trunk.

It has to be her or it's an issue.

"Are you sure you'll be warm enough in that?" I asked, eyeing her outfit as I buckled my seatbelt, feeling the car slowly roll forward.

She wore a black Bape sweatshirt with matching sweatpants and black Jordans.

Meanwhile, I was already layered in black leggings with sweatpants over them—and a grey long-sleeve shirt with a black jacket.

"I brought a puffer baby," Tazmin said as she reached for my jacket, "You're going to get hot on the flight over."

I pursed my lips, "Good point," I mumbled, sliding my jacket off, which Tazmin instinctively took from me to hold, "I'm so fucking excited—we're really going to Chicago together."

Tazmin hummed as I draped my legs across her lap, "I just have one meeting and I'm all yours for the night baby," she said, running her hands up and down my legs.

I smiled happily, "And I also get you for three hours during our flight," I pointed out, leaning over for a kiss.

That Tazmin immediately met me halfway for, "Three hours and twenty-six minutes," she specified which made a smile grow on my lips that she briefly kissed.

"I'm excited to see the snow," I said, knowing that aside from the annoying cold, I would be excited to see any kind of snow.

It won't be like St. Moritz, but it would still be just as beautiful in its own way.

"Have you had deep-dish pizza?" Tazmin curiously asked, her dark eyes roaming my face.

I shook my head, "Whenever I'm in Chicago I only focus on shopping," I explained, which immediately made an amused smile grow on my girlfriend's lips.

"Sounds like you," she said, leaning back into me for another kiss that I didn't hesitate to reciprocate.

And soon after a twenty-minute drive—we were at the private tarmac near Miami's airport.

The private plane already had the stairs down and the flight attendants patiently waited for us on board.

It really didn't take long to get our bags packed onto the plane since it was just us—and then takeoff didn't take that long either.

We were up in the air within ten minutes of boarding the plane. 

And even if Tazmin really only had one meeting in Chicago, I still decided to truly bask in her company on the plane.

Which really only consisted of eating breakfast and later getting cuddled up in the large bed together, which was off in the bedroom at the back of the plane.

But three hours passed by much faster than I could've expected and soon we landed in snowy Chicago.

And after getting layered back up in my coat and helping Tazmin with hers—we were off the plane and out in the icy cold Chicago air.

The wind nearly nipped at every edge of my face as we made our way to the running SUV, which Tazmin immediately opened the back door to so I could slide into the warm car.

And once she helped the driver with our bags, she opened the other door and slid into the backseat beside me.

As soon as our seatbelts were buckled and the car rolled forward, I was officially staring out of the tinted windows—I swear the city looked so beautiful covered in a light snow dusting.

And instead of a typical blue sky, it was more of a grey sky with white clouds. 

Which is something that made me excited to sleep a little bit more before going shopping today.

But I could really only sleep for another hour until I grew impatient to hit as many stores as I could before Tazmin finished her meeting.

Which felt a little hard to do with the security detail my girlfriend purposely assigned to my side.

But I still managed to spend the entire stack of cash Tazmin insisted I take from her the other night.

By the time I got back to the hotel suite overlooking The Bean—it was already close to six and I was beyond ready for dinner.

Specifically, the deep-dish pizza that Tazmin promised me.

"Mil?" I heard Tazmin's familiar voice echo against the walls as I stood in front of the bathroom sink.

"In here!" I quickly called out as I grabbed my setting spray, which was the last step of my makeup routine.

Even if I didn't put on much makeup.

I also pulled my dark hair up into a quick ponytail with the typical dark strands framing my face.

And since we're only grabbing pizza, I decided to wear a more casual look—which consisted of a grey oversized sweater dress with black stockings and shiny black loafers.

I also wore my silver Rolex with a rose gold face and diamonds lining the circular piece.

It was yet another gift from my girlfriend just a few days ago.

A smile immediately grew on my lips when I noticed Tazmin walk into the bathroom.

"I missed you so much," I said, immediately turning around to walk over to her.

And almost immediately I had my arms thrown around her neck—pulling her into the biggest hug ever.

"I missed you too baby," Tazmin said as she slid her hands down past my ass to grip the back of my thighs.

And lift me into her arms completely.

I hummed happily as I instinctively wrapped my legs around her torso, "You're all mine now?" I clarified, nuzzling deeper into her neck and inhaling her familiar cologne.

"All yours beautiful," Tazmin said, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my neck.

I let out a content sigh, "Perfect, I already picked out your outfit," I said as I slowly slid my legs down from her body to stand on my feet, "I'm starving after shopping all day."

Tazmin pursed her lips, "You didn't eat lunch?" she asked, adjusting my baggy sweater dress down to the original length.

I shrugged, "I was too busy shopping to think about food," I admitted as I walked out of the bathroom toward the modern walk-in closet.

"I don't like that," Tazmin said as she followed behind me into the closet, "You know I don't like that," she emphasized.

I shook my head as I grabbed the black long-sleeve shirt I had previously laid out, "I'm fine, really," I assured her, handing her the shirt to put on.

And almost immediately, Tazmin tugged her sweatshirt over her head, revealing her soft bare skin to me.

Which I couldn't help but fucking drool over.

From her toned stomach and arms—to the dark ink crawling all over her soft skin.

"We've had this discussion before," Tazmin pointed out, pulling the black shirt on as I grabbed the baggy grey jeans I picked out for her, "You also never eat lunch at work unless I make you leave the office."

"I know—"

"No you don't know," Tazmin gently cut me short, sliding her sweatpants down before taking the jeans from my extended hand, "It bothers me that you don't prioritize yourself."

I smiled slightly, finding her words to be so caring and sweet, "I'll try harder okay?" I whispered, watching as she pulled the jeans on.

"Well, try as hard as you would if the roles were flipped and it was your family," Tazmin said, grabbing her black Jordans and a pair of fresh Nike socks.

I pursed my lips as she sat down on the cushioned bench, "Good point," I mumbled, knowing if it came to Nadia or even Morana and Zane I would be doing everything in my power to ensure they were eating properly.

And the same thing goes for Tazmin.

I would be upset if I knew she wasn't properly taken care of.

"I know they're your world," Tazmin said, standing from the bench with her shoes on, "But you're mine too."

I felt my face physically soften at her words, especially as she gently grabbed my waist and pulled me into her body.

"You have them and I have you, Milena," Tazmin said, leaning down to press a soft kiss on my lips.

Which I didn't hesitate to reciprocate back.

"This isn't just about lunch anymore is it?" I whispered against her lips, knowing my girlfriend a little too well.

She never really gets this serious unless something is bothering her.

"I was worried about you today," Tazmin suddenly said, pulling back from my lips to meet my light eyes, "I know there was security with you, but I just—it felt different here."

I tilted my head, "Different?" I repeated back to her for a better explanation.

Tazmin sighed, "I have Miami on lock—I know the ins and outs of the city," she said, drawing me closer to her warm body, "But here in Chicago it's different and I just couldn't stop thinking about you."

I smiled slightly, "Explains the texts you sent me every hour on the hour," I said, lightening my tone with hopes that I would ease some of her anxiety.

But it only made Tazmin's serious expression grow.

"You can't just care about your family in threatened situations—I need you to care about your life too," Tazmin emphasized, gently grabbing my chin to align my eyes better with hers.

And I didn't hesitate to nod, "Yeah, of course baby," I whispered, staring so deeply into her dark eyes.

Tazmin nodded once, "Good because I'm branching out past Miami now and I need to know that you're good," she said, leaning back down to me for another kiss.

"I'm good if you're good," I whispered against her lips.

Tazmin hummed, drawing her hand up my back, "And I'm good if you are," she murmured against my lips, holding me closer to her body.

And as soon as we naturally fell away from the kiss, I instinctively pulled her into a hug.

"I got you," I reminded her in a soft whisper, sliding my hands under her shirt to rub her back.

Tazmin let out a soft sigh, "I know Mil," she said, nuzzling deeper into my neck, "I still want you trained better with a gun for my own sanity."

I hummed almost knowingly, "Right but weren't you saying—"

"I said I would train you after the fact," Tazmin cut me short, pulling back from the hug slightly to meet my stare, "You were the one who went behind my back with Vic—"

"And I'm still sorry for that," I cut her short, leaning up to press a soft fleeting kiss to her lips.

Tazmin lazily raised her brows, "I'm taking you to the range as soon as we're back in Miami," she determined.

I tilted my head, "Is this just because you're expanding or did your meeting not go well?" I asked, reaching up to gently cup her beautiful face.

"No baby the meeting went good," Tazmin said, running her hands down my sides, "We got a deal signed—it just comes with new territory."

I nodded a few times in thought.

Mostly because I'm suddenly contemplating the idea of something that I shot down the first time Tazmin offered it.

But now I couldn't imagine anything I wanted more.

Even if it still scared me a little.

But I think I want more than what I previously wanted before all this.

I think I can see a future beyond all of this, I just really fucking struggle with my own internal thoughts.

"The mini move-in," I suddenly said before I could overthink anything, "I want to do the mini move-in with you."

Tazmin tilted her head, "Are you sure?" she asked, her dark eyes analyzing every inch of my face, "Because last time you hated the idea of it and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable just to make me feel more comfortable."

I quickly shook my head, "I'm very comfortable," I assured her, drawing her in closer to my body, "I just think I maybe need to um... get back into therapy?" I whispered the last part hesitantly.

Tazmin immediately nodded, "Yeah of course baby we can do that," she said, leaning down to briefly kiss my forehead, "I'll get you set up with Dr. Brooks tomorrow when we get back."

I nodded almost three times in a row, "Okay good—that sounds really good," I forced out in a whisper, anxiously glancing past Tazmin as I overanalyzed my next words.

Words that would slowly knock down the wall I had built up and spill all my inner thoughts in the process.

But I want to be all in with her.

I don't want things to get as bad as last time.

Which means I need to at least attempt to communicate.

"I think I want... more?" I said, even if it came out more as a hesitant question, "I just struggle with the idea because it feels like more to lose—and yeah I don't know..." I awkwardly trailed off, nuzzling my face in her chest before I could gauge her reaction.

I don't know why talking about this makes me feel really fucking shy and embarrassed.

"Whatever more ends up being for us, we'll cross that bridge when you're ready—there's no rush at all baby," Tazmin said, running her hands up and down my back which always managed to soothe me, "And in a way there could be more to lose, Mil—but you're never fighting anything or anyone alone. You know I always got you."

I nodded a few times, letting out a deep sigh as I tightened my arms around her to deepen our hug.

"That helps so fucking much," I forced out in a whisper.

Tazmin only hummed, "Good baby," she murmured, playing with the ends of my ponytail as we remained in the warm hug, "I always want you to feel supported."

I smiled slightly to myself at her reassuring words.

I don't think I've felt this understood by someone in what feels like such a long time.

"Come on—we need to get food in your stomach," Tazmin said, gently tapping my waist as she slowly pulled back from our hug.

And I didn't hesitate to nod eagerly, already growing excited at the idea of deep-dish pizza.

I could seriously eat ten pizzas right now—that's how hungry I feel.

"I already called a place nearby to reserve us a table," Tazmin said as I pulled on my heavy coat that she helped me with.

I groaned dramatically, "You're seriously the fucking best," I said as she zipped up my coat for me.

"For making sure you're fed?" Tazmin clarified with a raised brow, "I thought I raised your standards more than that?" she asked, almost offended that I was impressed by such a small thing.

I jokingly rolled my eyes, "You did—"

"Clearly not—I'm buying you everything on the menu tonight," Tazmin determined as she grabbed my Chanel earmuffs and carefully slid them over my head to cover my ears.

I shook my head with a smile, "I can't with you," I mumbled, nudging her slightly as we walked toward the door of the penthouse suite.

And soon we were exiting the hotel entirely, heading over to a nearby pizza restaurant with Tazmin's security detail still on guard by us.

We were seated at a table almost as soon as we entered the warm restaurant playing soulful music.

There were also fresh appetizers served not even minutes after being seated.

And I swear I was beyond ready to eat anything and everything served in front of me.

Which included Tazmin—I couldn't stop eyeing every inch of her even if my life fucking depended on it.

I can't wait to get her back to our hotel room.

♤

Soon after a fulfilling dinner where Tazmin discussed the details of her meeting—and I filled her in on my Chanel debacle, we were right back in our familiar hotel room.

Where Tazmin went to get in the shower—and while I didn't mind taking a third shower today just to join her, I also had something else in store.

Specifically, a black lacy set I packed to wear for her.

It was the typical push-up bra and matching black lacy underwear—except I let my dark hair down from my ponytail and slid on black stockings to match.

And as soon as I heard the shower slowly turn off, I quickly climbed into the bed—sitting with my knees folded under me as I waited for her to walk out of the bathroom.

It was only a few more minutes of waiting but I swear I couldn't help but squirm at my explicit thoughts.

I had never wanted her so fucking badly before.

"Hey, Mil—"

Tazmin immediately cut herself short when she walked out of the bathroom, wearing only a sports bra that exposed her toned stomach and a pair of baggy sweatpants.

"Come here baby," I said, purposely leaning forward on my hands to flash her my pushed-up cleavage.

That Tazmin's dark eyes openly glanced down to.

And the microfiber towel she had previously been using to dry her light hair, dropped from her hands as she wordlessly approached me on the bed.

"If I would've known you were out here like this—I would've never taken a fucking shower," Tazmin said as I crawled to the edge of the bed to sit in front of her.

And as soon as I trailed soft kisses up her stomach, Tazmin instinctively wrapped her hand around the back of my neck.

Which earned a hum from me as I subtly slid her sweatpants down—leaving her in Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

"All I could think about was you during dinner," I whispered as Tazmin guided me away from her stomach.

But only to lean down and pull me into a deep kiss.

"I brought something for you this time baby," Tazmin murmured against my lips, which immediately lit something up inside of me.

"The strap?" I asked almost impatiently as Tazmin guided me back to the bed, forcing my folded legs under me to spread out from under me.

"Yes baby," she said, hovering between my legs as she pulled back from the kiss to eye my body, "Let me taste you first?"

I immediately nodded, especially when she began playing with the hem of my underwear.

And as soon as she got confirmation, Tazmin began trailing soft kisses down my neck—reaching underneath me to unhook my bra.

Which I immediately slid off as she continued trailing kisses lower.

But when she made it to the valley of my chest, she halted—now trailing kisses over to one of my breasts.

A moan immediately vibrated in my chest as soon as her mouth wrapped around my peak—naturally spreading my legs wider for her as she flicked her tongue against my nipple.

"Tazmin," I whispered impatiently as she trailed warm kisses over to my other breast—immediately swirling her tongue around my other peak.

Which instantly made the wetness between my legs grow.

I moaned louder when Tazmin pressed her fingers to my covered core—rubbing me so perfectly through my underwear as she continued sucking and flicking my nipple with her tongue.

"You're so fucking wet, Mil," Tazmin murmured against my chest as I began unconsciously grinding into her fingers.

"More," I breathed out impatiently.

But the demanding word only made Tazmin rub me more against my underwear, teasing my covered slit as she flicked her tongue around my hardened nipple.

"Please Tazmin," I nearly whined, knowing that's all she wanted to hear.

And almost immediately, Tazmin leaned away from my chest—halting her teasing motions against my covered core.

But only to slowly drag my underwear down my legs and fling the lacy material to the side.

"You're so perfect baby," Tazmin said as she openly eyed my core.

I hummed breathlessly as she tugged me closer to the edge of the bed.

And as soon as she kneeled before me, I propped myself up onto my arms—watching as she pulled my legs over her shoulders and leaned in where I needed her most.

"Fuck," I breathed out as soon as she pressed her warm mouth to me.

Tazmin gripped my hips, holding me in place as she began eagerly flicking her tongue against my clit.

And I couldn't help but arch further into her mouth—moaning even deeper when she sucked down so perfectly on my clit that she began running circles around.

"Tazmin," I moaned out, feeling my eyes roll closed when she began flicking my clit yet again.

"Wetter baby," Tazmin murmured against me, gripping my hips further into her as she teased my clit even more.

Which earned further whimpers from me, unconsciously widening my legs for more as I naturally grew wetter under her eager tongue.

Just like she wanted.

But it didn't seem to be enough.

Not when she sped up her pace against me—sending me into a dizzy spiral as I gripped the sheets underneath me.

My moans and whimpers echoed all around us as Tazmin held me in place and gave me everything I was thinking about during dinner.

Specifically, my orgasm that came crashing down around me—which forced my entire body to tense underneath her as I gripped the sheets for dear fucking life.

It was such an addictive feeling that swirled around me, especially as Tazmin continued her slow strokes to help me ride it all out.

Until I suddenly relaxed back into the bed with deep breathless pants.

And as soon as my orgasm faded away and left me limp—Tazmin pressed a soft kiss to my dripping core before rising to her full height.

I hummed when Tazmin inevitably leaned down to kiss me—giving me a taste of myself as she slid her tongue past my lips.

"Wait right here for me baby," Tazmin murmured against my lips.

Which immediately earned a nod from me, feeling beyond eager for her to get the strap.

I swear a minute felt like a fucking hour as I waited impatiently for her on the bed with my legs spread and my core so wet it was almost unbearable.

But as soon as she emerged with the strap secured so perfectly over her boxer briefs—the wait felt entirely fucking worth it.

Until I realized the difference in size compared to the last time.

Which was already hard enough for me to fucking take in the first place.

"This one's different," I said as she stopped in front of me.

Tazmin hummed as she spread my legs wider, "I want you to take more for me tonight baby," she said as she lined herself up with my entrance.

I drew in a deep breath, "I don't know if I can," I whispered, shivering when I felt the cold tip graze my entrance.

"It's yours baby, you have to take it," Tazmin said, which was enough to make my already sensitive core ache.

And before I could think past my suddenly needy thoughts—I nodded a few times in confirmation.

Which immediately caused my girlfriend to slowly slide the tip past my wet folds.

And Tazmin's dark eyes watched every inch of the strap sink down into me—holding my hips in place as I took all of the length just for her.

But not without whimpering and nearly fucking whining when she sunk in fully.

I had never felt so fucking tight before.

"Tazmin," I breathed out when she drew her hips back.

"I got you baby," Tazmin immediately assured me.

And as soon as I nodded wordlessly, she thrusted back into me.

Which immediately made a loud moan bubble in the back of my throat—feeling my eyes roll closed when she drew her hips back again to thrust even deeper into me.

"Fuck Tazmin," I nearly whined, feeling the strap slide so seamlessly back into me.

And slowly but surely I relaxed around it and the tightness built up in my lower stomach faded.

"Keep going please," I breathed out, feeling so warm and needy.

"Harder or faster baby?" Tazmin asked me, staring down at me as she continued her slow precise strokes.

"Harder—so much fucking harder," I nearly moaned out when she slid in even deeper than last time.

"It's all yours beautiful," Tazmin said, lifting my hips in the air and forcing me to arch away from the bed.

Which sent my thoughts into a fucking spiral.

Especially as she gripped my ass and fucked me as hard as I previously requested.

But god did it feel so much harder and deeper with the way she was holding the lower half of my body in mid-air.

I don't think I've ever been forced into a deeper fucking arch.

"Tazmin—oh my god," I breathed out, squeezing my eyes shut as soon as I tightened around the strap that slid in and out of me so seamlessly.

"You can do it baby," Tazmin encouraged me as she drew in even deeper.

Which made a whine burn in the back of my throat, panting as I gripped the sheets even harder.

Until the loudest string of moans echoed from my lips, digging my nails into the sheets as I fell into my intense orgasm.

"Louder Milena," Tazmin said as she thrusted in even deeper.

And almost immediately a drawn-out scream bubbled in my throat—throwing my head back as I desperately clung to my sanity.

But with Tazmin now rubbing her thumb over my clit and continuing her pace I couldn't think fucking straight.

All I could do was whine and moan and take everything she gave me.

But I swear I had never felt more fucking sensitive after my second orgasm.

And Tazmin isn't stopping—her pace is only getting faster, especially around my clit and—

"Oh my god," I nearly panted out, feeling an overwhelming wetness soak down between my legs.

"Yes baby," Tazmin's voice echoed around me as she continued rubbing my clit, "Fuck Mil you're doing so good baby."

I drew in rapid deep breaths, "Tazmin," I whimpered desperately as everything around me burned so intensely.

I had never fucking felt this kind of sensation before.

Especially my core that throbbed and the tingles that covered every inch of my tense body.

I swear I could feel myself dripping down onto the mattress.

I whined yet again, furrowing my brows as the overwhelming pressure grew around me.

Until it faded almost abruptly, leaving me gasping for air as my body immediately relaxed in Tazmin's hold.

Which slowly lowered me back down to the bed fully as she carefully slid out of me.

"Fuck," I breathed out, covering my face with my hands as I desperately tried to steady myself back down from the overwhelming high I just experienced.

And within seconds of taking the strap off, Tazmin set it to the side so she could pull me into her arms.

"My legs, my breathing—I can't fucking breathe," I forced out as my chest rose and fell with each breath I tried to take.

Tazmin gently grabbed the side of my neck to align our eyes, "Focus on dragging out each breath for me baby," she said, gently rubbing my stomach with her other hand.

I nodded almost three times in a row, forcing myself to let out a long exhale—before drawing in a deeper inhale.

"There you go," Tazmin whispered as her dark eyes trailed every inch of my face, "Focus on your hands—how do the sheets feel?"

I let out a deeper breath, "Soft," I forced out in a whisper, running my fingertips over the sheets beneath me.

Until I reached up to Tazmin and trailed my fingertips along the dark ink roaming her skin.

And as each second passed, my breathing slowly grew more spaced out as I focused on the tattoos covering my girlfriend's beautiful body.

"Good job baby," Tazmin whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my lips.

I hummed tirelessly, "I've never fucking experienced that before," I mumbled, closing my eyes as Tazmin nuzzled her face into my neck and relaxed down into my body.

"And you always said you had been fucked properly," Tazmin tsked me, and I could feel her lips grow into an amused smile against my neck.

I lazily nudged her, "I have—"

"I just made you squirt for the first time so I don't think so," Tazmin cut me short, pressing a soft kiss to my neck.

I smiled shyly at even the realization that I had actually squirted, "Whatever, I guess you're right," I mumbled, knowing Tazmin is hands down the best I've ever had.

Even if saying that alone would boost her ego.

"Oh, I'm what?" Tazmin said, suddenly pulling back from my neck to meet my stare.

I rolled my eyes, "You're right, Tazmin," I said almost reluctantly, "You fucked me properly—and you're also the first to make love to me so you win."

My girlfriend smiled slightly as she stared down at me, "I love you baby," she whispered, surprisingly not rubbing the victory I just handed her in my face.

I tilted my head, "I love you too..." I trailed off in confusion, "You heard what I said right?"

Tazmin shrugged, "No one before me even matters honestly," she determined, nuzzling back down into my neck, "I just want to be the last person who has you." 

I smiled slightly, "Yeah?" I whispered, almost growing shy from her straightforward words, "I want to be the last person who has you too," I said, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. 

And as we settled in deeper in each other's arms, time ticked by past us at the quickest rate. 

At some point, I began dozing off slightly—which instantly made Tazmin get up to help me brush my teeth and help with my skincare routine as I sat on the sink. 

I could barely stand for longer than a few minutes without the soreness in my legs growing fucking unbearable. 

But soon after I finished my nightly routine, I was tucked into bed wearing one of her baggy T-shirts, patiently waiting for her to join me in bed so I could fall asleep. 

And as soon as she finished cleaning the strap and had it put back away—she slid into the bed beside me, pulling me into her warm comforting arms. 

It grew to be peacefully quiet between us as we stared out at the huge city—which nearly surrounded us through the endless windows covered by dim shades.

Until eventually, my eyes grew heavier and heavier—and I naturally nuzzled even deeper in Tazmin's arms to fall asleep.