Page 108 of Finance Bros

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” I tell him after a long second. “My keys are in my shorts.”

“Rest up then, gorgeous. I expect a tip when I get home.”

Ryan Vale is a fucking dream.My goddamn hero. I love him so much, I can’t stand it. I give him such a thorough blow job when he gets home with the dog, it makes us both come. If I could have said anything with his gorgeous cock filling my mouth and throat, it would have beenMINE, on repeat. He’s so blatantly fucking amazing, so hot, it’s hard to believe I get to be the one in his bed.After everything I’ve put him through,Iget to hear his groans and feel his fingerprints on my scalp.Iget to drink his cum and listen to all his filthy praise.

I never want to forget today. From the lowest of lows to the highest of highs on one of the prettiest days this city has ever seen, I’ve got Ryan’s smile.

I refuse to let myself fall asleep until he does. Mainly because I want to make sure he does. He spends a lot of time looking at me and running his hands through my hair. I ask him why he didn’t sleep the first time I spent the night. He says, “I thought it might be the last time.”

I shake my head and kiss the tip of his nose. “No. And this won’t be either.”

“I feel like I should get a say in that.”

I sigh, determined to keep my eyes open as long as he does. “Obviously. But as a point of fact, you were the one who wouldn’t let me leave.”

“You didn’t want to go,” he says simply.

“You’re fucking exhausting.”

Ryan brushes his thumb along one of my eyebrows. “You want me to admit something?”

“Yeah,” I say.

“What do you want me to admit?”

“I’m gonna start pulling out your armpit hairs one by one…”

He laughs. “I really, really wanted you to stay.”

“Because you wanna fuck me again?” I ask.

“Or I just want eyes on you. Which one is more pathetic?”

“You’re not pathetic,” I tell him. “I wore Crocs today.”

“They made your calves look good,” he says.

I kiss him because I can’t tell him I love him again. I’m already the king of overkill when it comes to Ryan, and I wasn’t kidding about him being intimidating. He still scares the shit out of me in so many ways. Unless he’s holding me, in which case everything is pretty much okay.

When I separate my mouth from his, I say, “Go to sleep.”

“I will.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

“Stop being so beautiful,” he says almost too softly to hear.

Almost.“I refuse,” I whisper.

“Maybe sleeping is a stupid idea,” he says, his tone different, frustrated. “Maybe we should make a snack and watch a movie.”

Okay, I’m not sure what’s going on here, but for whatever reason, he can’t relax with me. He’s not restless, he’s not uncomfortable, he doesn’t want me gone, but there’s obviously an issue, and since he spent the last four days avoiding me, I have to assume it’s me. I know there’s a conversation that needs to be had, but I’m hesitant to ruin this day or even risk it. But the idea of risking tomorrow is worse.

“I don’t want to watch a movie,” I tell him. “Instead, why don’t you put some clothes on and give me something to wear. I wanna talk to you.”

“About what?”

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