Chapter 26
Susanne
Susanne turned in bed to watch her young lover on the carpeted floor beside it.
He was doing push-ups while clad in just his boxers, giving her a lovely view of his rather delicious musculature. He’d turned twenty a week earlier, and last night had been their private celebration—she wasn’t gauche enough to flaunt him to her social circle even if he was so pretty.
The signet ring she’d gifted him sat on the bedside table, beside the new phone she’d bought him only a couple of months after she’d first asked him to join her for coffee.
It had been a year now, and she knew full well that she was what the younger generation called a sugar mama.
She had no argument with the arrangement—he was, after all, definitely keeping up his end of the bargain.
“Come back to bed, darling.” Her body sighed with need. You’d think at her age, it’d be quieting down, but it turned out that she’d never gotten to full revs with her dear husband.
This was all an entirely new experience.
A sharp grin from the twenty-year-old who was currently holding a plank without effort. “I have to maintain my strength to keep up with you.”
Chuckling—and pleased by the charming comment—she let him finish his workout while she sat up in bed and considered whether to buy him that vehicle he had his eye on. Perhaps in six months’ time. She was having fun, and so was he. No need to overdose when they could stretch it out.
She’d be seventy in two more years. God. Perhaps she might lose the itch by then, and he’d surely have moved on. Could be she’d give the vehicle to him as a parting gift, a shiny trophy for him to drive around in—she’d enjoy imagining him so handsome and young and suited to the fast car.
“How are your studies going?” That was another thing she liked about Tavish—he was very, very clever. Studying business and finance, and not just studying, but interested. And that made him interesting. He could talk investments with her over breakfast, and pump her to orgasm at night.
Truly, he’d be her perfect man if only he wasn’t almost five decades her junior.
“Aced the latest exams.” He bounced to his feet. “I’m a bit bored, to be honest, but I need to have these credits to get the kind of job I want.”
She also loved that he had all these plans, young Tavish Advani; he might enjoy having a woman spoil him, but he was planning to become a man who could spoil himself.
Some younger woman would one day find herself with a very successful and driven husband.
“With an eye to setting up your own investment firm down the road?”
Another one of those wide grins before he prowled over the bedspread toward her, strong and gorgeous and aroused. “Of course, Susanne with an s. You know I play to win.”
Smiling, she let him lower her to her back, and was proud that she’d kept herself toned and fit enough that he had no trouble with the physical aspect of things. If she’d been a more emotional type of woman, she might have made the mistake of falling in love with him. But she wasn’t a stupid girl.
Still…it was nice to pretend even as she faced her own mortality in the mirror every day. And especially this week, when her left leg was giving her enough pain to make life irritating.
His hand on there, massaging gently even as he put his mouth to her breast.
A little more, Susanne thought as her back arched, just a little more of him and of life, of youth.