Page 50 of Over Time Advantage

I narrow my eyes at him. “I do have an IUD, but doesn’t every man carry a condom in his wallet?”

He pinches his lips together. “Years. Remember, it’s been years for me. Is there any chance you have some?” he asks hopefully.

I shake my head. “I’ve never brought a man to my house before.”

“Never?” he asks in surprise. “I know none have met Harper, but even when she’s not here?”

I shake my head again. “No. It’s my sacred space. I never wanted it tainted with someone I knew wouldn’t be here for the long run, and I knew none of them would.”

And yet I didn’t even consider that when bringing Jett inside. I’ll have to unpack that later.

He softly kisses my lips and then whispers into them, “Thanks for inviting me inside. I’m honored.”

He’s so freakin’ sweet.

Dammit. I don’t want him to go. I know he’s clean—that’s obviously not an issue—but I haven’t had sex without a condom since the divorce.

I sit up and trail my fingertips down his hard body, landing on his belt buckle. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip while my eyes toggle back and forth between his handsome face and the belt I’m dying to open.

When our eyes meet, I recognize the same longing looking back at me.

“Fuck it,” I spit out as I frantically unbuckle his belt, unbutton his jeans, and then finally unzip them.

With an equal level of urgency, he steps back so he can remove his cowboy boots. I let out a laugh at how clumsily he’s doing so. The big guy is hopping around on one foot, struggling to get them off. He outwardly looks like he’d be a smooth player, but he’s neither smooth nor a player, and I find it so endearing.

After much struggle, he eventually kicks them away and then pulls his jeans and boxer briefs down and off his legs. My smile quickly fades as I take in his full body for the first time.

I can’t even describe how long, thick, and muscular his legs are because there’s another muscle capturing all my attention. He’s a big man, and I assumed he’d be well endowed—and he is—but it’s the width that I’ve never seen before. Holy. Shit.

I twist my lips. With my eyes on his cock, I act unimpressed and say, “Hmm, for a man your size, I expected you to be much…” I shrug, “bigger.”

His face drops completely, his chin just about hitting the floor as he looks down at himself. “I…I…”

I giggle. “I’m just fucking with you, Jett. You literally have the thickest dick I’ve ever seen in my life. You’re about to ruin me.”

His lips twitch in amusement as he begins stroking himself. I think people would pay good money to watch this man stroke himself. He’s lucky he has big hands because there’s no way my hand is going to fit all the way around that monster. Seeing that big fist around that giant cock is erotic. I need a video of this to add to my spank bank.

“You’re a very naughty girl,” he says with a slight deepening of his voice.

A small smile finds my face again as I lean back on my hands and spread my legs for him. “Yes, I am. You should punish me.”

His eyes take in the staircase just outside the kitchen. “Would you rather move this upstairs?”

I shake my head. “No, I want you to fuck me right here, right now.”

Still stroking himself, which is making my vagina drool, he slowly stalks toward me. Taking my hand, he wraps it around his cock, encouraging my up-and-down movements.

He’s rock hard and ready to go. His tip is oozing pre-ejaculate. The sight and feel of this naked god have my nipples tightening and my core throbbing with a fresh wave of need. I can feel my pulse between my legs.

Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.

While working my hand over him, I move it down to his balls, which are bizarrely smooth. As I take him in a bit more, I realize he has no pubic hair. “Why are you hairless down here?” I ask.

He scrunches his face. “The guys on my team told me modern dating entails manscaping. They…umm…made me get waxed for the first time in my life.”

I burst out laughing. “Are you kidding me?”

He shakes his head. “I wish I were. I’ve never experienced more pain, and that includes football.”