Miles Ever After (The Miles High Club #5) Read Online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors: Series: The Miles High Club Series by T.L. Swan
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
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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.”

“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.



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