Page 61 of Finance Bros

He winks at me and keeps sucking.

“It’s not gross?”

He shakes his head and doesn’t stop. Whatever he’s doing is keeping me from getting soft. I feel a major reset coming on.

“Not even swallowing the cum?”

He pops off and glares at me. Fisting my dick with one hand, he grabs my wrist with the other. He’s very strong, and he’s got my complete attention. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shake my head. “Not unless you want to.”

“Did it seem like I wanted to?”

I shake my head again.

“Well, you already came, so I guess I’m done.” He lets go of me and tucks my dick back into my boxer briefs.

He’s not getting away that easy. Not after he gave me a crazy good orgasm. I need him to stay close. I grab him by the shirt and return him to the chair at my side. He doesn’t resist, but he does reach down to adjust himself, wincing. “You made that so fucking weird,” he says.

I get that. “I wasn’t thinking. It was really hot, though. I liked it.”

“Yeah, well…” he sounds all defeated. A little frustrated. Embarrassed. I can feel it in the new stiffness of his body, too.

That reset feeling? It’s also the feeling of a moment passing, and I want to hit rewind and start over. I fucked this up. I made it weird and unsexy, and now he’s barely touching me. Probably second-guessing everything when he did everything right and then some.

He stretches out on his side, facing me and rests his head on his arm. I stare back at him, afraid to say anything else.

He looks good, though. Really good. Warm and big, and I want him back. Back in my arms. Back in mylife. “Are you pissed at me?” I ask.

“No,” he says on a heavy sigh.

“Can I kiss you?”

His eyes widen slightly. “Kiss me where?”

I focus in on and touch his bottom lip.

“Don’t do me any favors, Mal. I don’t need a pity peck.”

“What about like…a gratitude grope.”

His lips twitch out of their sour pout for a split second. “Don’t grope me. I don’t want to come in these pants.”

“What’s so great about these pants?” I ask, then register what he’s saying. “Wait, are you close?”

“Iwas…”

In whatever way I can, I scoot closer. It involves rolling onto my side and slinging my leg over his hip, but I make it. “Pity peck it is,” I say, planting my lips on his and making a loud smooching sound before I draw back a few inches.

“You can show yourself and your dog out now,” he says.

“I want a good night hug.”

He rolls his eyes. “I knew you were gonna say that. You know, I don’t think you grew up much at all.”

I grin, sensing he’s going to give me what I asked for…again. I like this side of him. This indulgent side. It’s grudging, but still. The way he acts like he hates it makes it sexier. I put my hand on his waist, and he drops one of his to hold the back of my arm. “Seriously,” I say. “How’re you doing?”

He breaks eye contact. “I’m fine.”

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