Page 187 of Slap Shot

Madeline grins and stands on her toes to kiss my cheek. “Seeing you that protective was hot as hell.”

“Hopefully he learned to not fuck with what’s mine. You haven’t heard from him, have you?” I ask.

I know she would tell me if she had. I’m not worried about any lingering feelings or dredging up past emotions.

I just want to make sure I don’t need to actually kick his ass.

“Nope. I made sure to block him on social media so he doesn’t have access to any parts of my life, and I’m going to reach out to my lawyer on Monday about what happened.”

“That’s why I wanted to cook dinner for you. You have a lot going on, and I wanted to do something nice.” I dump the pasta back in the pan and turn off the stove. “You deserve it.”

She buries her face in my shirt and sighs. “That’s very nice of you. Thank you for thinking of me, Hudson.”

“I’m always thinking about you, sweetheart.” I kiss the top of her head and give her ass a light tap. “But don’t get too excited. I used sauce from a jar instead of your homemade vodka sauce.”

“I’ll overlook the travesty.” She tips her chin up and kisses my jaw. “Is that garlic bread I smell?”

“Shit.” I give her a squeeze and untangle myself from her. Grabbing the dish towel from my shoulder, I use it to pull out the sheet pan from the oven. “I can work with this. It’s not too burnt. This half is salvageable.”

“Look at you. You’re getting better every day,” she teases, and I reach for her again.

“I love how confident you are in the kitchen.” I bend so I can kiss her neck, and she relaxes against me. “It’s so fucking sexy.”

“I chop cilantro, Hudson. I’m not out there finding world peace.”

“Don’t care. It’s hot as hell.” I run my fingers along the hem of her shirt and she sighs. “Pretty sure I have a Pavlovianresponse to you picking up a knife. I get instantly hard. Might need to have my head checked.”

“Yeah?” She reaches behind me and holds up a butter knife in front of her. “Should we test that theory?”

“Baby, you can do whatever you want to me,” I say, and when she gently presses the cool silver against my neck, I let out a rough breath. “I definitely have a knife kink.”

“That’s new. And so hot,” she whispers, touching the jagged edge to my skin. I can’t help but groan. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I told you, you can do anything to me.” I wrap my fingers around her wrist and keep her there. “Just don’t cut off my dick. I want to fuck you later.”

Madeline laughs and kisses me. Her mouth is hot against mine, and she slides her free hand under the back of my shirt, pulling it off by the collar and letting it fall to the floor.

She drags the knife down my chest, and it’s embarrassing how I’m practically panting. It’s embarrassing how hard I am, and when she unbuttons my jeans, I almost come in my pants again.

“I like how much I turn you on.” Madeline takes a step back, and I take the opportunity to shove my hand down my briefs and adjust my cock. “It makes me feel beautiful.”

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” I say, and I’m glad the stove is off. Dinner is the last thing on my mind. “I close my eyes and see you, Madeline. And when I open them, there you are. Even more gorgeous than when I saw you ten seconds ago.”

A blush creeps up her chest to her cheeks and it matches her red shirt. She sets the knife down and slowly lowers the zipper of her jeans. When she steps out of the denim and reveals a pair of black underwear, I get even harder.

“Touch me,” she whispers, and I shove my jeans down my legs and step out of them.

I lift her by her hips and set her on the counter, putting my hands on either side of her thighs as she drapes an arm over my shoulder.

“How do you want me to touch you, sweetheart?” I trail my right hand up her arm and across her chest. I pinch her nipple and she moans. “Like this? Right here?”

“Yes.” Madeline wraps her legs around my waist. Her heels dig into my spine and she tips her head back. “But I want more.”

“I can give you more.” I move my hand down her stomach. Her skin is soft and warm, and I smile when she wiggles her ass back so she can open her legs wider. “Can you say please for me?”

“Please. Please, Hudson,” she practically begs, and when I press my thumb against her clit, her groan echoes around the kitchen.

“There you go baby. That’s what I like to hear.” I pull her underwear off and I run my finger through her slit. She’s drenched, so fucking wet already, and I smirk. “Looks like I’m not the only one who likes when you play with knives.”

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