Miles Ever After (Miles High Series)(2)

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.

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.”