Slap Shot (D.C. Stars, #3)

by Chelsea Curto

“Is that what you want? To be friends?” Ten minutes ago, when I marched in here, I was certain it was. Now when I look at him, I’m not so sure. It would be so easy to pull him to me again. To press my mouth to his and spend longer learning what he likes, learning what it would take to get him to say my name again, but I can’t. It’s not about me. It’s about my job and the stability it’s bringing to Lucy’s life. I get to tuck her in every night. I get to help with homework and see her in the school’s talent show. I’m around for the big moments I missed when I was working around the clock in Vegas, and that’s more important than a second kiss or something more. “Yes,” I finally say. There’s a flash of disappointment across his face before it melts into a smile with a dimple and some eye wrinkles. Marvelously beautiful and marvelously not mine. “Then that’s what we’ll be. Friends,” he says. “And there are no hard feelings, Madeline. I’m a big boy. I can handle a kiss without it breaking my heart.” His hip bumps mine. “Don’t hide from me anymore, okay? I want to see you.” He is big, I think, and I blush a furious shade of red at the memory of how hard he was—thick and long, too—under me. The strain of his cock against my ass and how I desperately wished he slipped his fingers up my shirt. “I promise I won’t hide,” I say. “Good. I was starting to think I’m a terrible kisser.” Hudson laughs, and the noise fills the room. It fills a part of my soul, too. “Thanks for not damaging m...

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