Page 30 of Cocky M.D.
Johnny patted my thigh and caressed my still-swollen womanhood, then he stopped and said, “If you make a list, we can just send my staff to gather whatever you want, and I can replace whatever you don’t need from your apartment.”
“No,” I said and uncurled myself. Then I stretched and glanced over my shoulder. “I guess we should get dressed and go to my apartment.”
He stood, and his muscular frame still made me weak at the knees, but he grabbed his underwear and hid that glorious muscular ass of his as he asked, “Why did you live there and work as a teacher?”
I slipped into the bathroom to clean up a little and called, “Everyone has to work to pay the bills.”
When I finished up and headed out, I saw the jeans from earlier on his bed. He tugged them on and continued our conversation like no time had passed. “Your sisters are married to successful men. I don’t understand.”
I’d thought I made it clear earlier. I fixed my bra and tugged my shirt over my head. “And I’m happy for them, but I told you that I’m not looking for a handout. They met their husbands, but we weren’t born rich.”
His gaze narrowed, like he didn’t believe me. “How did they meet?”
I tugged my jeans on and joined him at the door. “Which one?”
He held it for me, and I went through, then he came beside me as we headed down the hall and the stairs. “All of them.”
I folded my hands in front of me and remembered that he didn’t know my family. And I would have to explain him to all of my sisters. “Well, Georgie met Michael Irons—”
“The baseball player?”
“Yes. She met him years ago on vacation and got pregnant then took off without finding out who he was because our dad had died suddenly. She had no idea who Michael was until she went to a baseball game years later.”
He held the front door for me as he said, “Then she was lucky.”
“That’s it. All my sisters were.” I grabbed my bag in the closet and followed him out as I said, “Jacob saw my sister Indigo in the lobby of a hotel in Vegas, so the story goes, and fell in love with her on the spot and asked her to marry him.”
“Apparently that runs in your family.” He directed me to his Mercedes and held my door. “Because you are beautiful.”
Heat rose to my cheeks. He probably knew the Donovans or something. My heart sped up a little. “And Ridley and Carter were named co-guardians of their best friend’s daughter, whom they both wanted to protect after her parents were in a crash.”
“That’s noble.” He started the car and asked, “And the princess?”
We made it to the street as I said, “Nicole was hired by Ryder’s father to help him clean up his bad-boy image. She ran a blog on modern living, and she’s super sweet.”
He tapped the wheel. “Sounds lucky.”
“My sister in London just broke up with her fiancé, so she’s going through a rough patch, and that guy who broke her heart wasn’t rich at all.” The hairs on my arms shouldn’t be standing on end, as I hoped everything would turn around for Stephanie too. Falling in love was normal for most people, like my sisters. I pivoted in my seat as we passed the school, and I said, “Well, I taught your son all year and would have continued to teach, if that had been possible.”
“Now you can run the PTA.” He drove into the parking lot of my apartment building. Loud music blared from another vehicle nearby, and he flinched.
I stepped out.
He joined me, hit the lock button, and quickly held my waist. “You’re mine now, sweetie.”
I pushed my hands into my pockets so that no one would see my rings as we went up the cement steps to my door. He let me go and seemed to stand guard as I unlocked it.
“You call me sweet a lot. Why?” I asked as I opened the door.
He waited till we were inside and I’d locked it to answer. “I guess it’s surprising a little, as my previous wife and every woman my parents ever tossed in my way were more… demanding. You surprised me earlier when you had no demands.”
I closed my eyes and went up and down on my tip toes. Being with him was like living in a magic spell that suddenly seemed real. I said quietly, like I didn’t want to spoil anything. “I told you I want a family, and I like you.” I hadn’t used the wordloveto avoid making it awkward.
He cupped my face and gently kissed me. It was so light that I was practically on air when it ended. “Let’s go through the rooms and go see what you want to take.”
I checked my shirt was tucked in and swirled out of his arms to head into the bedroom. “Mostly it’s clothes and some personal items.” I went to the bedside and picked up a framed photo.
“Like what?”
