Miles Ever After (Miles High Series), page 1
MILES EVER AFTER
THE MILES HIGH CLUB
T L SWAN
Copyright 2023 by T L Swan
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ALSO BY TL SWAN
Stanton Adore
Stanton Unconditional
Stanton Completely
Stanton Bliss
Stanton Box Set (all 4 books)
Marx Girl
Gym Junkie
Dr Stanton
Dr Stantons Epilogue
Mr Masters
Mr Spencer
Mr Garcia
The Italian
Ferrara
Our Way
Play Along
Find Me Alastar
The Stopover
The Takeover
The Cassanova
The Do-Over
CONTENTS
Acknowledgments
Gratitude
Dedication
The Stopover Epilogue
The Stopover Epilogue
The Takeover Epilogue
The Takeover Epilogue
The Casanova Epilogue
Trigger warning
The Casanova Epilogue
The Do-Over Epilogue
The Do-Over Epilogue
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 fe
et and kisses me tenderly.
So different to the way he just took me.
But that’s us. A normal day.
The perfect contradiction.
He holds my face in his hands as he kisses me again. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Miles.” He smiles darkly against my lips.
“You’re a fucking deviant,” I whisper.
He pulls down my skirt and rearranges my shirt. “And you’re full of me, so I win.”
He falls into his office chair and pulls me down onto his lap, he nuzzles his head into my breast and just sits for a while.
While I’m instantly sated and softened, I feel an undertone of anxiety from him. Uneasiness rolls over me, he is really wound up. I can still feel it within him, oozing from his soul.
I glance over and see a half-drunk glass of scotch on his desk and then look at the time on his computer: 1 p.m.
“Why are you day drinking?” I ask.
He sighs in an overexaggerated way. “Don’t.”
“Jameson. Don’t don’t me.” I stand. “You are too stressed, this has got to stop.”
“I’m fine, don’t carry on and ruin it.”
“Do you understand that we cannot try for a baby until you get this stress under control?”
“I do not have time for a vacation, Emily.”
“Yes you do. I’m calling Tristan, he can come and fill in for you.”
He rolls his eyes, unimpressed. “Did you come here to take me to lunch or what?”
“Don’t change the subject,” I snap, I pick up the glass of scotch and pour it down the sink. “I came here to suck your dick actually, no more day drinking.” I tell him.
“Yes, Mom.”
“Yes,” I snap. “That is exactly right, I want to be a mother. You keep wanting to try for a baby and yet you are so stressed you are drinking scotch just to get through the day. This is not the environment I want our baby to be born into, Jay.”
He exhales heavily, knowing I’m right.
The thing is, I’ve already been secretly trying for a baby. As soon as he told me he wanted a baby, I went off the pill. I know I should have told him, but lovemaking is Jameson’s safe place, the only time where he completely switches off and gets lost in the moment.
When he needs an escape from pressure, he has me, and we have this.
A beautiful act between two people in love.
And I know him, the minute I tell him that we are actively trying, he will tie it to a target and become obsessed and get stressed if we don’t fall. I’d rather just surprise him when the time comes if we are blessed.
“I’m booking a vacation for us, we need to get away.”
He rolls his eyes.
“And you are coming home with me now.”
“I am not coming home now.”
I lean over him and shut down his computer. “You have no say in it.”
He sits still in his chair and I sit back down on his lap and take him into my arms. “Baby…listen to me. I love you; I want us to have a long and healthy life together. Don’t you want that?”
“I do.”
“It’s time to unplug for a little while. Do you really think that I can’t feel what’s going on inside of you at the moment?”
His eyes hold mine.
“The deadlines and spreadsheets, the directors…all of it means nothing if you have no quality of life.” I kiss him softly and brush the hair back from his forehead, “You have an extremely high-pressured job and it’s only natural that you get wound up. But you need to learn how to switch off. You are not at your best when you are like this, not to me, or Miles Media, or your brothers and parents. Least of all to yourself.”
His hands tighten around me as he listens.
“Wouldn’t it be great to come into work each morning feeling refreshed and rested? To not have your mind racing between the million tabs that are open.”
He exhales heavily, and I know that he knows that I’m right.
“We’re going home.” I pull him up by the hand and straighten the desk up. I collect his things and put his briefcase over my shoulder. I lead him out through reception and the girls look up when they see us.
“I’m leaving for the day,” he tells Sammia.
“Yes, okay.” She smiles. “Good idea.”
“And he’s taking some time off, I just have to work out with Tristan when he can come and cover for him,” I add.
“We’ll see about that.” Jameson rolls his eyes. “I’m being hijacked, Sammia, do you see this?”
Sammia smiles and we walk into the elevator, the doors close and we turn to face them.
“You know what the girls on reception are talking about right now?” he says casually.
“That I love you and that I’m taking care of my husband’s mental health?” I smile goofily up at him.
“No.” He straightens his tie. “Not even close.”
“Then what are they saying?”
“That you smell like come.” He grabs my sex with his hand.
“Stop.” I laugh out loud as I swat him away as I look up at the cameras. “I do not smell like come,” I splutter.
Oh my god, do I?
He throws me a sexy wink. “Trust me, you do.”
The car pulls into the large circular driveway as nerves dance in my stomach.
I did it.
I got Jameson to take time off and come away; Tristan is covering at work for him and everything is going exactly to plan.
There’s just one little problem.
Jay thinks we are in Thailand to go to a fancy resort, I haven’t told him we are actually here to go to a wellness retreat.
No alcohol, healthy food, meditation, daily Chinese medicine healing sessions, tai chi, Pilates, and massages.
Jameson Miles’ worst nightmare.
He frowns as he looks out of the car window. “What is this?”
“Surprise.” I smile hopefully.
He raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean, surprise?”
“Well.” I lean over him and open his door. “We wanted to wind down and this is the place to do it.”
“What do you mean?”
Damn it, I’m going to have to just come out with it.
“We are booked into a wellness retreat, baby. Isn’t this great?”
“What?” He pulls the car door closed. “No way in fucking hell, Emily.”
“Jameson,” I say sternly. “Get out of the car.”
“No.” He pushes the lock down on the door. “This is the relaxing holiday you booked,” he whispers angrily. “I can’t fucking believe you.”
The driver chuckles from the front seat.
“This is not funny,” Jameson snaps. “Drive.”
The driver’s eyes flick to mine in the rearview mirror for approval.
“Do not drive,” I snap. “Stop being a big baby. Get out of the car, Jameson. Right now.”
“Absolutely not.” He crosses his arms. “I am not staying in this godforsaken fucking hippy place.”
“Well, I am.”
“Good. Have fun eating grass.”
Seriously?
“Jameson, I want to wind down and this is where I want to do it. Can’t you just come here for me?”
“No.”
I begin to get angry.
“It’s either this or camping for a month in Thailand, the choice is yours,” I snap. “And it’s wet season and the mosquitos are Jurassic Park sized.”
He opens his mouth to say something and I cut him off.
“I’m not even joking, Jameson. Do not piss me off,” I whisper angrily. “I am sick to death of living with a fucking stress head so if you can’t come here and try to relax for me, then why are we even married? What is the fucking point?”
He narrows his eyes and glares at me.
I get out of the car in a huff, I am going in and if he doesn’t stay here with me it’s going to be World War Three.
Prepare yourself, fucker.
The driver pops the trunk and gets out to help me with the bags. “Just the one?” he asks.
