Miles Ever After （Miles High Series）
T.L. Swan
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
There are not enough words to express my gratitude for this life I get to live.
To be able to write books for a living is a dream come true. But not just any books, I get to write exactly what I want to, stories that I love.
To my wonderful team,
Kellie, Alina, and Lauren. Thank you for everything that you do for me, You are so talented and so appreciated.
You keep me sane.
To my fabulous beta readers, you make me so much better.
My beautiful mum who reads everything I write and gives me never ending support.
My husband and three beautiful kids, thanks for putting up with my workaholic ways.
And to you, the best most supportive readers in the entire world.
Thank you for loving The Miles High Series as much as I do.
I’m so sad to be closing the door on this series, but as we know, when one door closes, Another one opens.
So much to look forward to.
All my love,
Tee xoxo
GRATITUDE
The quality of being thankful;
readiness to show appreciation for, and to return kindness.
DEDICATION
I would like to dedicate this book to the alphabet.
For those twenty-six letters have changed my life.
Within those twenty-six letters, I found myself
and live my dream.
Next time you say the alphabet remember its power.
I do every day.
THE STOPOVER EPILOGUE
THE MILES HIGH CLUB
THE STOPOVER EPILOGUE
Emily
The elevator doors open and I step out into the foyer. “Hi, Sammia.” I smile as I walk through reception.
“Thank god you’re here.” She widens her eyes.
I giggle, I know that look.
“One of those days, is it?” I ask.
“You could say that.”
“My husband is a grump.”
“You’re a good woman.” Sammia smirks as she turns back to her computer. “He’s in his office.”
“Thanks.” I head down the corridor. I’ve taken the afternoon off work and have come to check on Jameson, something is off.
I’m not sure what’s going on with him at the moment but I can always gauge his stress levels by the way we have sex. The more stressed out he is, the rougher the sex.
We haven’t made love for weeks and weeks and yet we fuck hard every day.
Then yesterday, he went for three runs, one in the morning, one when he got home and then another at 10 p.m. before he went to bed…so I think it’s pretty safe to say, my husband is stressed.
But what else is new?
Jameson Miles is a ball of restless energy, the kind that can’t be calmed with a run in Central Park, no matter how fast he goes.
I knock on his door. “Knock, knock.”
“What is it?” he calls.
Jeez.
I smirk and open the door; I find him staring at his computer screen. “What do you want?” he asks without looking up.
“Human resources sent me up to see you, sir, I got caught watching porn on my work computer.”
His eyes rise to meet mine and he stares at me for a beat. “Is that so?”
“Yes, sir.”
His jaw clenches as his gaze drops to my toes and back up to my face and he runs his tongue over his teeth.
I’m not playing fair, I’m here for one reason and one reason only.
Desk-fuck my man.
I’m wearing my sexiest secretary outfit, the one that he loves. Gray skirt and silk blouse, complete with suspender belt and crotchless panties.
“And what were you watching?” he replies curtly.
“Sucking the CEO’s Cock, sir.”
His eyebrow rises, he picks up a remote and pushes the button, I hear the door click locked behind me.
“And why would you watch Sucking the CEO’s Cock?” he asks, void of emotion.
“It’s a fantasy that I haven’t explored yet.”
“Is that so?”
“I…” I pause for added effect. “I just always wondered what you’d taste like… I know you’re married but…” I shrug.
Why is being naughty so fun?
“But what?” he snaps.
“I was just wondering if there was any way I could suck you off, sir?”
He inhales sharply and sits back in his chair; we stare at each other. The air swirling between us.
I love this game.
“This is a media company, Emily. Not a brothel.”
“Yes, sir, I know.”
“If my wife ever found out.”
“She won’t.” I lick my lips and my eyes drop to his crotch. “I swear to you on my life.”
He stands and unzips his suit trousers. “Get on your fucking knees,” he growls.
I drop to the floor as I try to keep myself from smiling, even now. Married to him for over a year, role-playing this is my favorite thing.
Perverted.
He walks over and pushes the hair back from my face as he looks down at me, his thumb swipes over my lips. “You be a good girl and show me what you think about.”
I nod and open my mouth; he drags the tip of his cock over my tongue and I taste the pre-ejaculate as it smears across my tastebuds.
He hisses in approval. “I’m going to fuck your dirty little mouth, Emily.”
Arousal thrums through me.
“And you are going to regret your misdemeanor.” He grabs my hair in his hands aggressively. “Aren’t you?”
“No, sir.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Did you say no to me?”
I nod, butterflies dancing in my stomach, no matter how well I know this man or how much he loves me, there’s always an edge of danger when I poke the bear.
I nod.
“Big mistake.” He slides his cock so far down my throat that I gag, but that doesn’t stop him. He pushes in deeper until my eyes water.
I pull off him with a cough.
He chuckles. “Don’t bother coughing, wimp.” He pushes himself into my mouth again and again, my hair is gripped in his two hands as he fucks my mouth.
Hard and unapologetic.
Just how I like it.
I imagine what we must look like, me on my knees in his office. Him…riding my mouth. Pumping me over and over to the sound of his labored breathing.
I feel him harden even further and I clench my legs together, he’s going to come without me.
“Suck me,” he growls. “Harder.” His grip on my hair is near painful and next thing I know he pulls me to my feet and bends me over his desk, he lifts my skirt and hisses as he sees my suspenders and crotchless panties. “Fuck yeah.”
He slams into me in one sharp movement as he pushes my face into the desk with an open hand on my cheek as he holds me still.
“Oh…” I whimper, completely taken over by the dominance of this man.
Perfection.
He rides me hard, and I see stars. His thick cock taking exactly what it needs from my body. The sound of my wet flesh sucking him in and I spiral out of control as a tidal wave of pleasure rolls over me.
He slams in once, twice…three times, and then holds himself deep as his body takes over. Releasing his pent-up emotions, coming hard deep inside my body.
We pant, trying to come back to earth, and he pulls me to my feet and kisses me tenderly.
So different to the way he just took me.
But that’s us. A normal day.