Page 53 of Over Time Advantage

I rub her back. “You keep moaning like that,” I respond, “and I’ll be the one pitching a tent.”

I can feel her smile into me before she wiggles her hips over my erection. “You’re already pitching a tent, but I should get up.”

I grab her head with both hands, lift it until our eyes meet, and whisper, “Stay as long as you want,” before I lean my head forward and softly kiss her lips.

She sighs into my mouth, and I take that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, but she quickly jerks back and turns her head. “I have morning breath.”

“Don’t care.” I forcefully pull her lips back to mine. My tongue pushes its way into her mouth. She resists at first but eventually gives in to the kiss with her tongue meeting mine.

I roll us until she’s on her back and I’m between her spread legs. I run my aching cock through her wet center, and she lets out a moan into my mouth.

She tilts her head back, breaking this kiss again. “Oh god, don’t start,” she pants. “I won’t be able to stop. We should get dressed and go downstairs.”

I shake my head as I take her wrists and pin them above her head. “You’re not the boss, Fallon. I am.”

At that, I swivel my hips and slide deep inside her, happily watching on as she succumbs to the sensation and her eyes roll to the back of her head.

After more life-altering sex, we take a shower where she obliges me by letting me slowly wash her sexy body. I love touching and studying her curves. Forget the anticipation shower. The post-sex shower is so much better.

By the time we’re done, I’m hard again. If she only knew what a struggle that’s been for me in the past. I can’t get enough of her though.

We finally begin to get dressed. She throws her hair into a messy bun and is wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt without a shred of makeup. I look her up and down. “I prefer you like this.”

“Like what?” she asks as she sits on the bed and slides her feet into socks.

“No makeup. No fancy clothes. Messy hair. You’re so naturally beautiful. You don’t need anything to enhance it.”

“You’re very charming, Mr. Jeffries.” She smirks. “And a very hot fuck.”

I help her off the bed to stand and pull her into my arms. “You have quite a mouth on you, Ms. Montgomery.”

She scrunches her face as her arms wrap around my waist while resting her chin on my chest. “Ugh, I know. It’s bad, isn’t it?”

I shake my head. “Nope. I love it. You’re perfect just as you are.”

She motions her head toward the door. “Come on. Let’s get this walk of shame over with. Reggie is definitely cooking up something humiliating down there.”

I keep my hold on her and look into her eyes. “Are we okay? I know you were surprised to see me last night, but I’m hoping it was a good surprise?” I ask hopefully.

She gives me a soft smile. "You've spent most of the past eight hours inside my body. I’d say it was a very good surprise.” She pulls back and sighs. “My concerns haven’t changed, Jett. They’re still there. There was a reason I declined your invitations all those months ago. I know what kind of job you have, but I’m done fighting it. I’ve spent the past five months unable to forget you. Lloyd was the only thing keeping me sane. To find out you’re the same person?” She shrugs. “We have undeniable chemistry. I guess we’re officially seeing where things go.”

I can’t help the huge grin that takes over my face.

She rolls her eyes. “Don’t look so damn happy. You should play harder to get. And if you keep showing off that dimple, I’m going to sit on it.”

I have to adjust myself in my jeans as I begin to harden again. “Shit, don’t say things like that when I’m about to see your friend.”

“Friends,” she corrects. “Can’t you hear them all cackling down there? Reggie undoubtedly called in the troops after realizing you were here. Prepare yourself for outrageous, childish behavior.”

I take her hand in mine. “Let’s do it. I’m looking forward to putting faces with names. And Fallon,” I kiss her hand, “I’m going to do everything I can to alleviate your concerns and be what you need.”

Her face softens. “You might be too sweet for me.”

I smile as we walk out of her bedroom and down her stairs. I do, in fact, hear a lot of cackling. The voices hush as we descend the stairs. By the time we reach the bottom step, a song starts playing. I don’t recognize it, but Fallon clearly does. She starts giggling while I listen closely to the lyrics. “I just had sex. And it felt so good.”

“Is this a real song?” I ask.

She nods through her laughter while her friends all cheer at our arrival. There are three other women besides Reggie, one of whom I know, sitting on stools at her kitchen island with mugs of coffee. All are obviously older than Fallon.