Page 69 of Finance Bros
“Stay in here, will you?” he says. “I’ll get nervous if you’re watching me.”
“Yeah, all right.”
He looks at me. “But like—don’t go.”
“I’m not.”
“I wanna get this over with, but when I was in the shower, I realized there was something else I wanted to talk with you about.”
I nod. How many ways do I need to say I’m not leaving? “I’ll wait out here.”
“Okay.”
He glances from my eyes to my mouth, then he inhales and leaves the kitchen. That familiar tug of attraction has mewatching him until the last possible second. The smooth tanned back, the well-endowed ass that looks insanely good in a towel, his bare calves that I have very strong feelings about in general.
My physical attraction to him is stronger than it’s ever been, especially since last night. The whole “I’m in love with you thing” still feels like a core truth. He’s right, though—we don’t know each other. There are things to like about him, and there are also things I barely tolerate.
What we have in common—a shared past and a similar career path—aren’t small things, but he’s still the golden boy with his long term girlfriend and his charming grin. He’s still good at pretty much everything, and I’m hyper-focused on the small handful of things I know I excel at with no interest in expanding my skill set except as it pertains to finance or making money. I wonder, randomly, if Bailey has a favorite between the two of us, or if Georgie does.
Malcolm’s back in the living room after ten minutes, still in the towel, but without the dog. “I made two.” He flings his phone onto my lap and plops down next to me on the couch. “I don’t know how to add the links.”
“Oh.”
Fuck, he smells good. Shower fresh—sweet and soapy. He puts a bare foot on the coffee table, exposing his entire left thigh and leaving his crotch barely covered. I lick my lips, swallow some excessive drool, and open his video. He’s giving a household budgeting tip that helps people allocate funds toward luxuries like spa appointments or haircuts. I guess he was paying attention to Bailey last night when she said what market he was meant to go after. He even remembered to ask for subscriptions at the end of both videos.
Also, he looks hot, pretending like he’s perfecting his hair while occasionally looking into the camera. He’s also found theperfect setting for his ring light because he glows. No makeup, filter, or concealer needed.
I add a subscribe button that links to the Patreon and jot out a quick caption with our usual hashtags. Then I hit post. “Oh,” I say as it’s loading. “Guess I should’ve shown you how to do that.”
“I was watching.” He takes the phone back. “I’ll post the other one before I go to bed.”
“I’ll stitch it when I get home,” I say. “So, what’s up?”
I halfway expect him to tell me we’ll talk after he gets dressed, but of course he doesn’t. I try to stop imagining what it would feel like to run my hand up his leg. I also try to stop remembering what it felt like to have his spasming cock in my mouth, but that particular sense memory seared deep. He tasted so fucking good. I’m close to pulling his same trick from last night and casually resting my hand where I think his dick is. It was a guerrilla tactic, but it obviously worked for me.
I’ve never been as attracted to anyone as I am to Malcolm. It’s like comparing the light from a star to the light from the sun. I’m exponentially more attracted. There’s literally no part of him I don’t want to consume. I’m interested in all of it.
“This is a little embarrassing, but I think if you’d have texted last night, I would have been more okay today,” he says.
“You…huh?”
“I mean you kinda kicked me out, and you could tell how into it I was, right?”
I can’t help it. I’m frowning at him.
“Like—was it okay for you?” he asks.
“I mean…which part? In general?”
Stress lines appear on his forehead. “Wasanyof it good for you?”
“Yeah, of course. I mean, you were there. I ruined my pants.”
He rolls his eyes. “They’re not ruined.”
“Until I do my laundry, they are.”
He blurts out, “I wanted to tell you I’ve been lying to you.”
