Page 83 of Finance Bros

“Ryan…” He runs his hand over his crotch, leaving a nice outline of his erection.

“Tough for you, bro. Toss me the phone.”

“I can’t talk right now. I need to…” he swivels his hips and lifts them slightly. “Come on. Help me clear my head.”

I’m staying strong on this. My cock is another story, hardening fast at that slutty hip thrust. “Forget it. We’ve gotta do thisandmake videos for TikTok. You need to tell your inner slut to take a seat for an hour.”

“Mmph.” His hips move again. “Fuck. Call me a slut again.”

Fuck me, he’s hot like this. Scalding.

“Mal, I need you…”

“Yeah?”

“To talk about scaling up a side hustle.”

“Fine,” he groans. “Shit. Okay, go.”

I get the video going, and he starts talking, his voice all growly and sexy, though his expression manages to stay tame. I react less to his content than he did to mine, but only because I’ve trained myself not to react to him for so long, it’s a habit. He tends to talk with his hands when he’s not holding Stephanie. She’s currently curled up on the corner of the bed with Bud spooning her. She’s a needy little thing—Stephanie. She likes a big warm body to rest against, and Bud couldn’t care less.

When Mal wraps up, I take a few pictures of the dog and cat together before I have to start thinking about what to record for TikTok.

“Hey,” Mal says. “Since your shirt’s gotta come off anyway, why don’t you let me help you with that.”

I bite my cheek, trying hard not to smile. “Because I want to finish this.”

“Why? So you can give me your undivided attention?”

“Sure, Mal. Whatever you want to tell yourself.”

“It’s a coffee break. We just did so much work. We’re so fucking productive. Come here, and I’ll make sure you’ve got that just been fucked look all your followers go crazy for.”

I widen my eyes at how goddamn brazen he is. “You sure you’re all right? Taking your meds as prescribed? You don’t need to go in for an adjustment?”

“I thought I made it pretty obvious back in the day, but sex is kind of a thing I like to do. A lot.”

“Explain to me again what’s not working out with Kaylin then?”

He sighs and runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “Iwouldtell you. If you’d stop being such a sarcastic dick.”

“I don’t see that happening anytime soon.”

“The other day in this chair you were pretty cool with me. There was like—almost half an hour before you said something shitty.”

“We didn’t have stuff we were supposed to be doing.”

“I’m trying to be patient with you,” he says. “But you’re not making it easy.”

“Me?” He’s the one with his legs spread.

“Yeah. You.”

“We’ve already hooked up twice,” I argue.

“I’m a sex on the first date guy.”

“How would you know? You’ve dated one person,” I say, testing him.

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