Page 101 of Hot Chocolate & Hitmen

“Well-”

“Enough talking.” Atlas scoops me up from Key, drawing a squeak from me. “I had to watch Key rile you up, I’m not waiting any longer.”

“Wait! My gingerbread!”

“Teddy will get them.”

“But what about Jas-”

“Jason. Food. Oven.” Atlas bellows, not once breaking his stride.

“And the host-”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll spank your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit down,” Atlas growls.

I’m probably signing my own funeral, yet I can’t help but tease.

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

Swapping from a princess hold to a fireman's hold, I yelp.

“You’re in for it now, Sugar,” Key grins following behind with Teddy at his side. Matching each other's strides, they roll their sleeves up to reveal all their tattoos. The veins on their forearms and hands pulsate as their biceps and chest seem to double in size. Leading down to their tapered waists, my mouth waters as my gaze dips to their tented gray sweats.

I can only blame what I say next on the newly discovered brat that likes to make an appearance for these guys.

“Nope. Atlas has a soft spot for his princess. He’d never deliver on his threats.”

Stopping in his tracks, we come to a halt, my heart racing at the prospect of what Atlas will do.

“Wrong choice, Sugar.” Key grins as they follow suit and stop too. Feet shoulder width apart and arms folded over their chests, they look every bit like private security at an event. Tracing their tattoos, a moan slips my lips at the sight of Teddy flexing his fingers. The thought of him collaring me again has me writhing in Atlas’ grip.

Unfortunately, they make for a very good distraction.

Brought back to my current predicament, I gasp as Atlas strips me from the waist down and throws my clothes off to the side. My nails dig into his back as he delivers three tear jerking swats to my ass that feels like a thousand bees before he’s teasing his fingers through my sopping folds. Simultaneously fighting to get away and staying still, I thrive in the pleasured pain it wreaks upon my body.

“Are you going to behave?” Atlas questions.

“Never,” I whisper, meeting Key and Teddy’s gazes.

“Good.”

I don’t think I’m going to get much food prep time today. What a shame.

Chapter Thirty-Five

“Okay, no more fraternizing, boys!” I hold my hands up, laughing at their expressions. “There are more decorations to be put up and food to be made.”

“Oh, and don’t forget the Christmas movies later too!” Key exclaims.

I groan, rubbing my hands over my face. I totally forgot about that. So far, all we’ve managed today is copious amounts of sex, numerous showers and a quick breakfast. How it’s only just past lunchtime, I don’t know, but what I do know is…

I am very much running out of time to prep for tomorrow.

Turning round, I stride into the kitchen, talking over my shoulder. “If you’re wanting to watch Christmas movies later then I need to be left in peace, or else no one is getting a Christmas dinner tomorrow.”

Heading over the fridge, I’ve just grabbed the eggs and a carton of milk when Key shouts, “Mistletoe,” making me jump.

I spin round, about to give him a piece of my mind when a set of lips slams against mine. Taking me off guard, I’m sure I look like a comical depiction of a pouting fish as Key simply staresat me in mischief. The kiss lasts only a few seconds before Key’s pulling away, grinning like a loon.

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