Page 8 of Over Time Advantage

If I thought Jett in a tuxedo was hot, it is nothing compared to him bare chested with his impressive muscles rippling and sweat dripping from his body. The man is a god among men. I’ve never seen a man his age in such good shape. Hell, I’ve never seen a man half his age in such good shape.

It’s obvious from the angles that someone else filmed the videos. Given his personality and telephone selection, I’m guessing he doesn’t even know these videos exist. But holy hell, they’re so hot. I’ve had more orgasms to these videos in the past few weeks than I have in the past few years. Who needs porn when you have Jett Jeffries doing squat thrusts? I innocently imagine myself straddling him while he’s doing those thrusts.

As I’m shamelessly staring at his ass while he bends over, a notification pops up on my screen. It’s from that dating app I was forced into downloading at the party. I’ve ignored the crazy number of notifications I’ve received since that night. The guys are all so unoriginal. I don’t see myself ever responding to any of them. I’m glad I didn’t use my real name.

In fact, I think I’ll remove the small handful of real photos of me from my profile. I bet that will stop men from contacting me. They’re all superficial. No one has messaged a single thing to suggest they even read my profile. Every comment is about my appearance. Some are even crude.

After removing my photos, I turn back to #SilverFoxTok. There’s a video of Jett tossing large, weighted bags across the gym. Hmm, I bet he could easily toss me around.

A throb forms between my legs as I imagine what it would be like to be under his physical control. His big, hard body dominating my small, soft one. Would he restrain me and have his wicked way with me? Closing my eyes, I let the scene play out in my head.

What if we were at the gym and I was tied up, forced to catch the live show of what I’ve been watching online? Him teasing me to the brink over and over again until finally he fucks me like an animal while I’m still tied to the machine. Hmm.

My fingers slowly move down my body until they reach where I need them the most right now. I’m wet. So fucking wet. One ten-second video of him sweating, and my body reacts.

I want to lick that sweat from his hard body. He’s so physically perfect that I bet even his sweat tastes good.

When we were sitting together in that chair, I had a strong reaction to his scent. It was sandalwood and orange. It was masculine yet clean. I’ve never been so attracted to the smell of a man before.

I’m about to slip my fingers inside myself when my FaceTime begins to ring, breaking me out of my little Jett fantasy. My eyes reluctantly blink open and focus on the name on the screen. I see it’s Cassandra and answer it. She’s taking Harper this weekend, so I need to make sure there are no issues.

Her pretty face appears on the screen, followed by a little smirk. “Your face is flushed. Did I catch you in the middle of hittin’ the kitten?”

I giggle. “I’ve never heard that term, and no. I’m in a hot bath with a glass of wine. That’s why I’m flushed.”

She twists her lips. “No way. You were definitely slugging the sister.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re a middle-aged partner at the biggest law firm in Philly, but you have the brain of a sixteen-year-old boy.”

She shrugs. “That’s why I had to marry a man two decades younger than me. No shame in a little self-love. No judgment from me. Friends don’t judge each other; they just judge everyone else.”

I raise my glass to the screen. “Well said.” I bite my lip. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything. I’m an open book.”

“I’m well aware of that,” I deadpan. Cassandra shares details of her sex life like most people share recipes. “You were single for most of your life, right?”

She nods. “A few short, failed marriages, but yes, I was single for the vast majority of my adult life.”

“Did you feel like you were missing something?” I ask. “Like there was a clock hanging over your head and you were running out of time?”

She gives me a small, compassionate smile before shaking her head. “No, not at all. I was happy in casual relationships. I just assumed I would never have kids, and I was at peace with it. I love Darian’s girls like they’re my own. Being the fun aunt was enough for me for a very long time. Decades. It took Trevor years to break down my walls. I’m happy he did, but I was content with my life before him.”

I sigh. “I don’t want to settle for anything less than exactly what I want. Maybe I have unrealistic expectations.”

She shakes her head. “You don’t. Trust me, I get it. Life is too short for shitty sex and bad relationships. Find someone who is going to fuck you right and put a smile on your face.”

I let out a laugh. “You’re quite the prophet.”

“It doesn’t make me wrong. If women had to orgasm to get pregnant, there would only be twenty kids in the world right now.”

I giggle while she smiles widely. “Yep, it’s true.”

“You need a little Vitamin F. Get some in Miami this weekend.”

I moan, “Ahh, I need this trip.”

“What you need is to be folded like laundry.”