Page 100 of Hot Chocolate & Hitmen

“Are you asking if we’ve ever had this type of relationship before?” Teddy props his elbows on the table and leans forward, giving me a smirk and a raised eyebrow. Teasing bastard.

“Yes.” I squeak, cheeks heated.

Key’s arms tighten around me before exploring lower. Moving his hands to the insides of my legs, he coaxes me to open them and strokes my inner thighs, all the way up to my core. The heat sores in the room and a blush stains my cheeks once more.

“I think our little nutcracker is jealous.” Licking up the side of my neck, I groan as electricity lights up every nerve synapse through my core.

“I’m not,” I refute weakly.

“No?” Key pushes as Teddy’s smirk grows and Atlas’ hand disappears under the table.

“Just curious, is all.”

“Well, to save you from your misery,” Key punctuates with a nip to my collarbone. “No, we haven’t.”

I jump spinning round to look at him, his hands flying out to catch me before I fall sideways off his lap. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he replies with a chuckle.

The absurdity of the conversation and the surprise answer to my question has my brain breaking mid sentence. “Well, you do a damned fine job of tag teaming for having no practice before.”

Silence reigns for a second before all three of them burst into laughter, their deep, rumbling amusement lights up the atmosphere and clears the rest of the tension with ease.

“You hear that boys, we’re good at the horizontal quad-tangle!”

“Key!” I swat at his arm before burying my head in his shoulder, cringing. “I never should have said anything.” I groan.

“In all seriousness, Little One. That’s exactly what you should do. In order for this to work, we need to be open and honest with one another. Anything but that, and we’re setting ourselves up for failure.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“Okay to this-” I wave my hands around. “Us. Everything you just said.”

“A life together?” Atlas chimes in, bringing his hand above the table once more.

“Is this a proposal?” My hands suddenly get clammy and palpitations take over my body. “I don’t think I’m-”

My words cut off as Atlas stands with a box in his hand. Is that what I think it is? No, it can’t be! Where on earth would they have gotten a ring from around here?

They wouldn’t, stupid. We’ve been snowed in for Claus’ sake. You’ve been with them every second!

Key turns me in his lap to face Atlas who walks round the table and comes to a knee in front of me.

“Nutcracker.”Oh chestnuts!“Will you do us the honor-” I don’t know whether I can do this. I feel a hyperventilation episode coming on. I’m not ready for this! “-of being our one and only gingerbread baker?”

Popping the box open, there’s three tiny, buff gingerbread men surrounding a rosy cheeked gingerbread princess who has her dress ruffled up and white frosting all over where her pussy would be.

I lose it. Straight up, lose it in hysterical laughter.

“Yes, yes I will.” The guys all grin. Atlas places a kiss on the back of my hand as Key squeezes me gently.

“You should have seen your face,” Teddy remarks as he rests back in his chair once more. Resting his ankle on his leg and lacing his tattooed fingers together in front of him, he looks everything like the sensual mob boss. “You really thought we’d propose to you without the proper fanfare?”

“Well I don’t know, now do I? We have only known each other for a matter of days, and you aren’t the sanest of bunches!”

Key lets out a shocked gasp. “That is so mean, Sugar!”

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