Page 33 of Cocky M.D.
“I’ll put on my swimsuit and meet you both.”
They were clearly having some bonding time, and I needed to forget the past hour.
Life with Olivia was going to be everything I wanted. But her demands in the morning had all been about being open. Perhaps we’d left the bed too early, as doubts were circling in my brain.
I shook it off and returned to my bedroom. I ignored the texts from my family and turned off the phone. Olivia was about to become the next Mrs. Dawes, and she was who I needed to focus on.
I found my swim trunks and left. The art project on the balcony was gone, as were the people that mattered.
As I jogged down the path that led to the pool area, I heard them laughing and stilled.
Bradley’s laugh made my shoulders ease. I continued and saw my son in the water, and Olivia, wet, stood near the grill. Her ass in her black one-piece seemed squishable, and my fingers ached to grab it.
I called as I closed the gate behind me, “Bradley, remind me that we need to order Olivia some new clothes.”
“Hey, I heard that. I bought this bathing suit last year. What’s wrong with it?”
I went to her side and kissed her warm cheek. “You’re entirely too beautiful in it.”
“Always fast with the compliments. Maybe one day I’ll get used to it.” She went to the edge of the pool and dipped her legs in. “And for the record, I’ve met super-rich women, and my one-piece is tame in comparison.” She laughed and gazed at my abs. “There is nothing tame about you.”
“Again with the charm.” I hardened and wouldn’t care, except my son was there.
Her face heated, and she jumped in and said, “Bradley, your father is a sweet talker.” I almost jumped in, but then she pointed behind her and said, “Can you flip the chicken on the grill?”
My eyes widened. “What?”
She bounced up and down in the water, and I wondered if her breasts were floating on their own. “Flip the chicken then join me in the water.”
“Tease.” I mumbled, but I dutifully went to the grill and opened the lid. “Turn it around?”
I heard the water rush then wet footsteps behind me. She placed her cold fingers on my neck, and I shivered. “Yes. You’ve clearly never cooked before.”
She laughed, and I tugged her to my side, not caring about the water getting on me. “No. I’m hopeless as a domestic.”
She hugged me and said, “Nothing is hopeless. Pick up the tongs.”
I circled one arm around her hips, but I also did what she said and moved the chicken around, and she kissed my cheek.
“There—you didn’t need my help.”
We closed the lid, and I curled both hands around her butt.
“I have you wet and almost naked beside me.”
She cupped my cheek and chuckled. “Still naughty.”
I picked her up slightly to hold her off her feet and said, “And you’re blushing, which makes it cute.”
Her lips pouted, and I pressed mine to them. She tasted sweet and perfect, and if I had her again, maybe the feelings would help me forget my doubts.
For a second, it was just the two of us, but then my son shouted and broke the bubble. “Eww… I think the chicken is burning.”
I put Olivia down, and she said to Bradley, “Get the plates. We’ll be right there.”
Bradley didn’t argue and hopped out of the pool. With the nannies and even me, he’d usually fought us. Maybe it was because Olivia was new, but then again, he’d seen her every day for the past school year. “He listens to you.”
She took a plate from Bradley and handed me the tongs. “Because he’s a good kid.”
