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“You touching me.”

Pulling my head back, I stare into the depths of his eyes and feel like this man is giving me a piece of his soul. And suddenly, I’m desperate for more.

As if he can read my mind, Hudson leans his forehead against mine, groaning, “Three more nights, Maddie.”

I kiss the corner of his mouth and squeal when he squeezes my butt, setting me on my feet in front of him. It’s the first time I’ve seen him completely naked, and oh my...

“Madison... My eyes are up here.” He gives me a cocky grin, then squeezes a minty shampoo into his palm and lathers it into my hair.

I can’t hold back my contented moan at the sensations and turn around so I can lean my back against him.

Maybe not the best movebecause now I’m backed up against what feels like a massive, rock-hard, pierced dick. I don’t exactly have anything to compare it to, butwow... I rock my hips back, and Hudson tugs on my hair, warning me, “Madison.” This time his voice is clipped, not playful. Strained and sexy. And I find it hard to believe I’ve done that to him.

I tilt my head back to look at him and get a face full of water. “Do you realize you full-name me when you want me to pay attention?”

“What?” His strong fingers massage my scalp, and I almost forget my point.

Almost... “You only call me Madison when you want me to get serious.”

He turns my head back around and rinses my hair, leaving me practically purring in his arms. “You’re letting me touch you, baby. I’m not sure I take anything more seriously than that.”

I shift against him again and smile when his fingers dig into my hips, stopping me. His face dips down, and his voice vibrates along my ear. “The first time I fuck you isn’t going to be in a shower, Maddie.”

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Once we’re donein the shower, we dress quickly and head to the hospital to pick up my car before Hudson makes his way to the gym, which also means we see Daphne and the baby. Hudson holds the hospital door open for me, then laces his fingers through mine as we walk in.

“Let me take you out tonight, sunshine.” The words flow so easily from him, but I stop in my tracks.

“What?” I ask, confused. “Like on a date?”

One hand cups my cheek tenderly while he smiles down at me with hungry eyes. “Yeah. Like on a date. I want to take you out, Madison.”

“No.” I pull my hand out of his and shove it against his hard chest. “The fight is in three days. Take me out on day four.”

His smile stretches while his fingers wrap around my wrist. “We’re not leaving my bed on day four, sunshine.”

Heat pools between my legs at the unspoken promise in those words, and I happily start my own little countdown.

“You’re coming to the fight on Saturday, right?” He dips his face lower, crowding me, and a flush rushes to my cheeks.

“Yeah. Chloe and I are going with Cooper and Carys.” A swarm of butterflies take flight in my stomach when he presses his lips against my forehead, and I melt into his touch.

“Good. I want to see you there. Coop’s tickets are right behind my family’s seats.” He’s nonchalant about it, like it’s the most natural thing for him to say, even though I’ve never seen Hudson have a date at one of his fights. And I’ve seen most of them since I started teaching at Crucible.

That thought makes me uneasy as we walk into Daphne’s private room to find her sleeping and Max swaying back and forth with Serena in his arms. He takes one look at me, dressed in Hudson’s sweats and shakes his head. I’m the epitome of the walk of shame... without the sex. I borrowed a pair of gray sweatpants and one of Hudson’s Crucible hoodies to wear today, not wanting to put my black suit back on from yesterday. I have the sweats rolled at my hips, and the hoodie hangs down to mid-thigh, but I don’t care. I’m enveloped in the scents of warm cotton and Hudson. It’s incredible.

Even if Max Kingston’s judgy eyes don’t seem thrilled with Hudson.

It’s been easy to ignore the reputation I’ve reminded myself of for years while he’s been so different with me. I have a pretty good radar too. And everything inside me screams that there’s more to this man than I’ve given him credit for. But the look in his older brother’s eyes tells me exactly how stupid he thinks I am. And that pisses me off.

Hudson ignores the glare Max shoots his way and holds his arms out. “She’s perfect, Maximus. Can I hold her?”

Max transfers the tiny little bundle into Hudson’s massive arms, and if it’s physically possible for my ovaries to spontaneously combust, they would. His big fingers, which had just been all over my body, trace the lines of her perfect little face with such a delicate touch, it makes me ache.Physically ache.

“She’s incredible, brother.” Hudson never looks up to see Max’s eyes water, but I don’t miss it. This strong man, who owns his world and everything in it, is in awe of his daughter, and I suddenly feel like I don’t belong in this room.

Not when my friend is sleeping, and I’m suddenly an intruder on this very personal family moment.

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