Page 86 of Hot Chocolate & Hitmen

“Spawn, die! Spawn, die!Spawn, die!” She’s mid-rant, shaking the controller like it’ll somehow help. “And no, I’m not good. These guys are using aimbots or something. Total trash players.”

I bite my lip, trying to hold back a laugh, but my body betrays me. There’s something about this side of her–this fierce, competitive streak–that’s making it really hard to focus on anything but how much I want her.

“Teddy?” Grace turns to me, finally noticing the look on my face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

I lean in, my hand sliding to the back of her neck, pulling her closer. “You have no idea how sexy you are right now.”

“Teddy, are you seriously getting turned on by me yelling at a bunch of gamers?”

“Yup.”

She blinks, clearly taken aback, but then a sly smile spreads across her face. I chuckle, sliding a hand to her waist and pulling her onto my lap.

Her laughter rings out, light and sweet, as she straddles me, the controller slipping from her hands. “Well, in that case, maybe I should lose more often.”

“Or,” I murmur, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “We can just skip the game entirely.”

Her breath hitches, and I can feel her body tense slightly against mine, as if she’s weighing her options. The flicker of theTV screen plays off her face, casting her in this soft, warm glow, but her focus is all on me now. Not the game. Not the controller that’s been forgotten in her lap. Just me.

“I think I quite like that idea,” She groans as I grind her down on my lap.

That’s all the confirmation I need.

In an instant, I’ve got her lifted, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist as I stand, the controller falling to the floor with a thud that neither of us cares about. The fire that had been brewing beneath her teasing frustration in the game is now redirected, aimed entirely at me, and damn if I don’t feel like the luckiest man alive right now.

I move us swiftly, pushing her back against the wall of the game room. The decorations the guys helped me set up earlier shake with the sudden impact, but neither of us cares. My mouth crashes into hers, and all that snark and sass she’d been dishing out moments before transforms into something else–raw, uninhibited need. Her hands thread through my hair, tugging with just the right amount of force to send a jolt of pleasure down my spine.

Her lips part, and I take full advantage, deepening the kiss, exploring her mouth with mine like I’m starving. Hell, maybe I am. Starved for her, for this. For the feel of her pressed against me, her warmth melting through the layers of fabric between us.

“Teddy,” she moans, the sound vibrating through my chest, spurring me on. I grip her hips tighter, feeling her grind against me, searching for friction, for more.

“God, Grace,” I murmur, trailing my lips down her jawline, pressing soft kisses against the sensitive skin of her neck. Her pulse beats wildly beneath my lips, and I can’t resist nipping at the delicate flesh, earning a soft gasp from her.

“You’re such a tease,” she whispers, her fingers tightening in my hair, pulling me back to her lips.

I chuckle against her mouth. “I’m just getting started.”

I make quick work of the sweater she’s wearing, pulling it up and over her head, discarding it without a second thought. Her bare skin is warm, soft under my hands as I trail them down her sides, my fingertips tracing the lines of her curves like I’ve been dying to do all day.

She moans again, and this time, it’s all for me, not some digital avatar.

“Keep making that noise, Grace,” I growl into her ear. “It’s driving me crazy.”

She lets out a little growl in response as she pushes me away until she’s standing on the ground once more. The fire the game pulled forth is blazing hungrily in her eyes as she loses her patience with me and pulls at my shirt until I help her take it off. Then, she’s working on the buttons of my pants with just as little composure. It isn’t until I’m completely naked that she pauses, pushing me again until my legs are hitting the couch and I fall onto the seat. I smirk, loving this assertive side of her as she straddles me again, her bare skin against mine making my entire body hum with anticipation.

“You think you’re in control now, huh?” I tease, gripping her hips and guiding her movements, feeling her grind against me.

Grace’s eyes lock onto mine, and I swear I see the fire spark–a burning need that matches my own but with something fierce and wild behind it. She presses down harder on my lap, grinding herself against me in a way that sends electricity shooting up my spine. Her hands are gripping my shoulders like she’s claiming me, trying to take control. For once, she’s not just going along for the ride–she’s taking charge.

But damn if I’m not going to make her work for it.

Her breath catches, but I don’t give her time to process. In one swift motion, I’m up and I flip her over, her body falling forward onto her hands and knees. The surprised gasp she letsout turns into a soft, needy moan as I grip her hips from behind, pulling her back against me.

"You're not winning this one, Little One," I growl, my voice thick with the heat of the moment.

She tries to push back, to reclaim control, but I don’t let her. I grip her waist firmly, keeping her exactly where I want her, making her feel every inch of what she’s up against.

I lower my lips to her back, kissing along her spine as she shivers under my touch. My fingers trail up her sides until one is wrapped around her throat, slow and deliberate, before I pull her up to meet me. Her back presses against my chest as her body arches into mine.

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