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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)
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
The book of magical endings, featuring extended epilogues for the following,
The Stopover
The Takeover
The Casanova
The Do Over
*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************
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.”