Page 115 of Over Time Advantage

I listen closely but hear nothing coming from the bathroom.

It’s been a weird night. After my mother dropped the bomb, Jett was quiet for the rest of the evening. He couldn’t mask the look of shock on his face at the thought of me wanting more children.

We made love when we got home, but I could tell he was distant. It lacked our normal intense connection. And he was bizarrely quiet afterward. That’s very unlike him. He loves our post-coital pillow talk. It’s almost as important to him as the sex.

I’m so mad at my mother for bringing it up. Obviously it’s a conversation I needed to have with Jett at some point, but it still feels early in our relationship. At least that’s what the wimp in me keeps telling myself. In reality, I’ve been afraid of the conversation.

I slip into the small, silk, light-pink nightie Jett bought me and get out of bed to begin my search for my man. I don’t want him stewing alone on this all night long.

I walk downstairs and into his media room, assuming he’s watching game tape—he does that a lot—but he’s not there. I check a few more places until I hear faint music coming from his basement. I haven’t spent much time down there, but I know he has a big home gym in that space.

As I descend the stairs, the music becomes a little louder and clearer. I smile once I realize that it’s eighties rock music. He’s so cute.

Nothing prepares me for what I see when I walk into the gym. Jett is barefoot, shirtless, and in green gym shorts that leave little to the imagination. He’s got huge barbells in each hand as he does bicep curls. His tan, hard body is covered in sweat, with his muscles rippling and pulsating.

I’m catching the live show of all those videos I watched of him before we started dating…and maybe still watch from time to time. I can feel my nipples immediately harden while a throb begins to take form between my legs. I need to swallow down the saliva rapidly pooling in my mouth.

I look around at the space. The room is set up like a professional gym, complete with dark, speckled rubber flooring and mirrored walls. It’s got every machine and piece of equipment you can imagine, with rows of barbells and other weights.

It’s dimly lit, like he didn’t turn all the lights on. It only makes the shadows of his big body that much more imposing. He’s almost too beautiful to be real. My body is drawn to his on a level that I would never have thought physically possible.

He catches sight of me and snaps his head my way. “Sorry, did I wake you? I thought the music was low enough not to make it upstairs.”

I shake my head. “No. I woke up missing my man. I came searching for you, my love.”

He licks his lips nervously. “I’m sorry. I need to blow off some steam. I just…couldn’t sleep. A lot on my mind.”

I nod. He doesn’t need to spell it out for me to know what he’s talking about.

He places the weights on the ground as I approach him. “Fallon, I think we need to⁠—”

I reach up and cover his lips with my hand. “Not now. Later.” My eyes move up and down his glistening body. “I’ve fantasized about this scene. Let’s not ruin it.”

He pinches his eyebrows together in confusion. “What scene?”

He may actually be the most unaware man in existence. Unaware of the brute sexuality that effortlessly oozes from him.

“You. Working out, your muscles bulging, your gorgeousness and sexiness on full display. After we met, I touched myself to videos of you doing this. I would close my eyes and dream of being with you while you were working out.”

“What videos?”

I knew he wouldn’t know about them. Someone else must have taken them without his consent.

“Forget the videos.” I look his body up and down again as my heart rate intensifies. “They pale in comparison to the live show.”

His eyes move to my breasts, where he very obviously notices my nipples practically poking through the flimsy silk of my nightie. His erection immediately takes form without so much as a single touch. I love that I have the same effect on him that he has on me.

He takes a few deep breaths as if trying to calm himself. “Baby, I’m all sweaty. Let me shower first, and then I’ll take care of you.”

I shake my head before leaning forward and licking across his glistening chest, enjoying the sweetness and saltiness of his unique Jett flavor. “I want you just like this. Make me dirty, and then you can clean me.”

I pull his waistband with one hand and reach the other into his shorts. He sucks in a breath when I grab his rock-hard erection and begin to stroke it. “Jett, do you know how hot you make me?”

He slowly runs his fingertips up my arms, causing goosebumps to spread all over my body. “Do you know how hot you make me?”

I increase the pace of my strokes as I stare into his eyes. “I do. I can see it. I can feel it. I can smell it. This beautiful, hard cock is for me and only me.”

He nods and breathes, “Only you.”