Page 111 of Hot Chocolate & Hitmen

“On it, boss.” I salute him before exiting the tub and heading straight for the door.

“Key, man! What are you doing?”

Stopping just shy of the door, I rest my hand on the handle and turn back to look at Teddy over my shoulder in puzzlement. “Erm, going to get ready like you said…”

“Like that?” Teddy runs his eyes over my frame.

I look down, not seeing what’s wrong.

“Erm, yes?”

Atlas chuckles as he passes Teddy, slapping him on the back as he heads past to grab a towel off the wall. “Just leave him to it, man. It’s better he gets a head start anyway so we don’t get a face full of his ass as he walks up the stairs.”

“Dude,” Teddy groans.

“Hey, my ass is gorgeous, thank you!” I rebuke, mildly offended.

“Whatever you say, pretty boy.”

“Y’all just don’t appreciate fine art,” I huff in parting as I head out the door and up to find our gorgeous Christmas nutcracker, knowing she’ll appreciate me in all my naked glory.

I only make it halfway down the hallway before I hear footsteps heading towards the kitchen. Hurrying my step a little, I move to intercept, wanting to surprise Grace. Darting out, I sweep her up in my grip and nuzzle my face into her scratchy neck that sits a little higher than normal.

Our girl has wrapped herself in tinsel for us like the perfect present!

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Sniffing the side of her neck, I get an earthy musk that isn’t all that pleasant.

Weird.

A choked sound comes from her as Teddy’s and Atlas’ deep, throaty chuckles sound off behind me.

“Shut up, you two, just because I made it to her fir-”

“Key! What are you doing?”

My head snaps to Grace at the top of the stairs. Her hair is perfectly curled once more as it drops like a halo around her shoulders and onto her white, snowy themed dress that hugs all the right places and makes her look divine. My cock hardens once more at the sight of her beauty.

“What do you mean what am I doing? I’m hugging you of cou-”

Realization dawns when I clock the shocked, yet amused look on her face.

Slowly turning my head back round, I notice something I’d studiously been ignoring in favor of my fantasies of Grace’s supple body. The person in my arms is a lot stockier and tallerthan Grace is, and they have very little hair on their head in comparison.

The smell and scratchy neck suddenly make all the more sense. Held rigidly still, Jason refuses to look over his shoulder at me. Instead, he asks one thing.

“Please, for the love of all that’s holy, take your hands off me and get your cock away from my ass.”

Releasing him like he’s burned me, he stumbles away rubbing his hand over his face and shuddering as the choir behind me releases a torrent of uncontrollable laughter. Grace included.

“That’ll teach him to walk around naked in a house with other people,” Atlas remarks.

Giving him the finger, I ignore the traumatized looking Jason in favor of popping a kiss on Grace's cheek and giving her ass a squeeze as I walk past her up the stairs.

“Better get started on the food, Sugar. I’m coming to spank that ass and work up even more of an appetite than before. Tick tock!”

The table looks like something out of a holiday special. Grace has pulled out all the stops–turkey, ham, green bean casserole, creamy mashed potatoes, mac ’n cheese, warm rolls, and enough various other sides and appetizers to keep us full for days. The smell alone is enough to make my stomach growl, and for a second, I’m too stunned to do anything but stare. I can’t believe she went to all this trouble for us. Yet, somehow it makes me feel a little…soft.

Yeah, that’s a crazy thought, but with Grace, it’s like my guard just slips without me realizing it. It just feelsright.

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