Miles Ever After (Miles High Series)(9)

His eyes are dark and dangerous and I feel the tip of his thick cock slide through my swollen lips. He finds the sweet spot and pushes in hard, my body fluttering around his as it tries to deal with his size.

His eyes roll back in his head and then he slowly slides out and then pushes in hard, the bed hits the wall as he lets me have it with both barrels.

Deep punishing hits, his thick cock taking exactly what it needs from my body.

And in return, mine accepting all of his. Sucking him in as if my life depends on it, because at this moment, it does.

He is all that I need.

Everything seems magnified in here, the laughter, the love that we make, the time in each other’s arms. Perhaps it’s because there are no distractions, or maybe because we’ve crossed another emotional bridge. I don’t know what it is, but everything feels like more. The highest of highs, I’m grateful, so grateful.

I cry out as an orgasm tears through me and then he slams in and holds himself deep.

I feel the telling jerk of his cock as it empties deep inside of me and we pant as we try to catch our breath.

He smiles down at me. “Let’s go home.”





Jameson


“Renata, where are we on the Robinson deal?” I ask.

“I’m waiting for them to get back to me with the contract,” she replies across the board table.

“Why are you waiting? Chase it up.”

“Yes sir.” She scribbles in her diary and a knock sounds at the door.

“Yes,” I call.

Sammia sticks her head around the door. “Jameson, can I see you for a moment, please?”

“I’m in a meeting, Sammia, you can see that.”

“It’s urgent, sir.”

Fuck’s sake. “Excuse me.” I stand and walk out of the room. “What is it?”

“You have a visitor in your office.”

“Who?”

“Emily, she says that it’s extremely urgent.”

What’s wrong?

I march to my office and barge open the door, Emily is sitting at my desk. “What’s wrong?” I splutter.

She bounces out of the chair and kisses me softly as she wraps her arms around me. “Nothing, everything is right.”

I peel her arms off from around me. “I am in a board meeting, Emily,” I whisper. “What are you doing?”

“I just thought you’d like to know the news.”

“Know what?”

She digs around in her bag and pulls something out and passes it over to me.

“What’s this?”

“A pregnancy test. One line for negative, two lines for positive.”

Two lines.

I frown as I stare at it in my hands.

My eyes rise to meet hers. “But we didn’t start trying yet.”

She smiles softly. “Maybe we did.”

With my heart in my throat, I stare at my beautiful wife.

What?

“You’re going to be a daddy, Jay.” She smiles up at me.

What?

“Are you sure?”

She shrugs and then laughs. “I did two tests.”

I take her into my arms and hold her tight, so tight I nearly break her.

“You’re squashing me.” She laughs against my shoulder. “Ouch.”

“Oh my god.” I put my hand on her stomach. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “I’ve never done this before, I think so.”

I take her face into my hands and I kiss her. This woman.

This beautiful woman, she came into my life and loved me and saved me from myself.

And now this….

Emotion overwhelms me and I get a lump in my throat as I stare down at her.

I can’t believe it, there are no words to describe what I’m feeling.

So much love.

“Are you still going to love me when I get fat?” She smiles up at me.

I chuckle and take her into my arms and walk her backward toward my desk. “Try and stop me.”





Emily


A text bounces into my phone:

I’m here





I go to the window and look down to the street and see Scott standing to the side of the front doors of the building, the blacked-out SUV Audi parked in the loading zone.

My escort home is here.

True to Jameson Miles’ overprotective style I have been wrapped in cotton wool.

In my first trimester I suffered greatly from morning sickness and one day when I was looking especially green, a photographer was hassling me and I slipped on the pavement and nearly fell over.

Jameson went ballistic, and since that day I have had a personal bodyguard with me whenever we are in New York, which is Monday to Friday.

I hated it at first, and we fought about it often. But now as I’m at the end of my second trimester, I do have to admit I feel safer. Not from murdering killers or anything dramatic like that, the paparazzi are the only ones I need protecting from.

I walk back to my desk and close down my computer and look around my office.

I only have six weeks left at work and I’m a little sad, I’m going to miss my office, I really love my job and the independence it’s given me.