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.”