Page 25 of Cocky M.D.
She shook her head and sucked in her lips. “It’s causing my head to spin. Put a shirt on.”
My cock stiffened like I wanted to stuff Little Johnny inside her, despite her protests. The gleam in her eye made me guess that she wanted me too. I raised my eyebrow. “Tell you what… grab a shirt I have in here and put it on me, if you can.”
She covered her lips, and a chuckle escaped her. “Is that a dare?”
I stood and opened the small closet with extra clothes that I kept in the office in case I worked from home and had a virtual meeting. “A little.”
Then I sat and watched her. Olivia shimmied her butt around me and grabbed a blue button-down. She unfolded the shirt then stroked my body while she slid the shirt over my arms. She brushed against my muscles, and my cock grew harder.
Then she squeezed my ass and said, “You like this. I can tell.”
I wiggled so that she would notice Little Johnny then winked at her. “I knew you had a naughty side.”
She tugged at the elastic of my underwear and said, “Everyone does. I never denied that. All last night I wanted to jump your bones.”
“No more stalling then.” I grabbed her arm, which was close to my dick, and held her there for a moment. “You’ll be my wife, Olivia.”
Her fingers brushed the head of my dick. She let out a sigh then slipped out of my grasp. “There… you’re dressed.” The shirt wasn’t buttoned, but she sashayed away, making me want to watch her. “Let me go sit.”
As she returned to her chair, I saw a glimpse of silky underwear as she crossed her legs, and for a moment, my shoulders slumped. I’d half wanted to see her cotton ones. She flipped the paper and pulled her chair to the desk. “This will be fast, as most of this is generous, and I’m not out to cheat you, but this allowance thing feels medieval.”
Teachers might work for peanuts, but that wasn’t our life. She would be in charge of ensuring all teachers worked with Bradley. But she hadn’t argued that point and instead mentioned money.
“You’re expected to do a lot, and money isn’t a problem for a Dawes.”
“I want you more than you know.” She clutched her necklace and said, “It’s just… I never took a job working for one of my sisters because I didn’t want a handout.”
Ahh.I leaned closer. The air smelled like her sugar lotion again. I was hard, but I ignored it. “Think of it this way instead. If you want to take Bradley to Hawaii and have me meet you there in a few days, then you have the money to do whatever you want as my wife.”
She bit her lower lip, and I wished she would free it. She sighed but then pointed at another line and asked, “What does ‘provisions’ entail?”
I read what she meant and said, “Dresses, shoes, jewels, cars… whatever you need to be a proper Mrs. Dawes.”
She covered her mouth and shook her head. “This all seems… too much.”
I was ready for her. I licked my lips, and once she showed me hers again, I asked, “So your objection is that you want less money?”
Olivia let out a sigh. “I guess.” She waved a hand at the next section. “We already talked about sex, but twice a week at a minimum is pretty clear.”
Once I’d had sex with her dozens of times, maybe I would be less focused on having her and tasting every cell of her body. I took her hand, and our palms touching sent a ripple effect through me and made me ache to pull her closer. “It’s also the bare minimum. Even if we’re fighting and want to tear each other’s heads off, we still find a way to fuck it out.”
She bowed her head like I’d offended her. “That’s graphic.”
I let her go. It was one of my biggest clauses I wanted, but I kept that to myself. “Being a doctor, I think the couples that enjoy each other sexually are the ones that work together better.”
She initialed the paper and said, “I’ve never thought about it, but twice seems fine.”
She flipped the page.
I knew what came next, and my skin heated. The idea of being ungloved inside of Olivia made me ache. “What about you having a child?”
She stroked her neck like she was hot. I reached under my desk and handed her a bottle of water, but I paused when she said, “I’m hoping you can put in a six-month hold so that we can get used to each other first before you start trying to impregnate me.”
I wanted to be good and hold my tongue. I really did, but I stared into her brown eyes and didn’t move as I told her the absolute truth. “Good, because I want to know what it’s like to be fully inside you.”
She wiped a tear from her eyes, but the grin on her face showed that she didn’t seem that flustered as she asked, “Why are you so dirty mouthed sometimes?”
I sat back and stared unabashedly at her breasts. Then I blinked and glanced up. “Because I like to see your reaction. You seriously have no poker face.”
