Page 43 of Hot Chocolate & Hitmen

Foreheads touching, eyes locked, I shift her legs open with mine and push inside her slowly. Her mercury irises blow wide as a shaky moan leaves her lips. Her cheeks flush once more and her breath comes out in stuttered gasps as I slowly thrust inside her. Running my hands down her legs, I stroke her creamy skin as I pick up the pace.

My abs contract and my movements become a bit harsher as she traces my torso with her fingertips. Completely focused on her exploration, she looks ethereal as the morning rays of sun start to penetrate the cabin and light up her beautiful features. Catching the light, even the sheen of sweat on her skin adds toher allure. Adorning her pale skin, my mouth waters at the sight of her splayed out beneath me, lost to lust and desire.

Coveting every moment, we forget everything going on around us and simply get lost in one another. For what feels like hours, we tumble in the sheets, not once rushing to end our time together. Simply enjoying one another's company and getting lost in each other. Just how making love should be.

With her head thrown back against the pillow and her hair splayed out like a halo around her, my need for her rises ever higher. Lust and devotion grapple for dominance as my heart races and my breaths quicken.

Unable to resist driving myself deeper and harder, I rest my elbows on either side of her head and she grasps onto them with her nails, letting out a languid moan.

“Yes, Key. Right there. Oh god!” She gasps, losing the breath in her lungs to the pulse of my cock inside her.

“That’s it, Sugar. Let go for me. Let me feel you come apart.” A hiss escapes me when her core begins to pulse around me, the movement nearly forcing my release.

“I’m so close,” she moans, writhing beneath me.

“You are. Just a little bit more-”

I groan, biting down gently on her neck to muffle my shout as she cries her release. Throwing her head back, she wraps her legs around me as her pussy pulses, bringing about a release that is so intense, I nearly black out.

Thrusting inside her a few more times, our pace slows as our breathing evens out. I slowly pull out and maneuver myself off to the side and lay next to her, draping myself across her so I’m not putting my whole weight on her. Dropping my head to her chest, I lay there trying to catch my breath while she runs her hand through my hair, the movement somewhat calming.

“Thank you, Key,” she whispers, vulnerability clear in her tone.

“What for, Sugar?” I tilt my head up to look at her.

“For treating me like a human being.” My brow furrows.

“What-” I go to ask, pushing up on my arm, but she silences me.

“A conversation for another time perhaps. Just ignore that I even said anything.” She smiles down at me, no hint of sadness in her voice.

“Fine.” I narrow my eyes at her. “I’ll let it go for now, but only because I’m enjoying my head strokes.”

Throwing her head back, she bursts out laughing, bringing a grin to my face. It’s a beautiful sight that I could get used to seeing for the rest of my life.

“Head strokes it is then, pretty boy,” she chimes.

I laugh, relaxing back down and enjoying the silence for a little while.

Piercing the silence, the wind starts to pick up outside as snow begins to fall again in thick slurries. Watching on in fascination, the patchy sunlight creeps evermore between the trees, casting its warm light over us and eliminating the dark edges of the room. With the fire crackling away in the hearth and the scent of sex and cherries, we simply lay there running our hands over each other like we have all the time in the world.

That is, until Grace brings up such a pressing matter that it requires our undivided attention.

“Erm, Key. Not that I don’t like them, or think that it's really romantic. But why are there candles everywhere?”

A belly laugh erupts out of me. “You’ve just noticed that now?”

“I mean, I was kind of a little preoccupied for a while there,” she says bashfully, refusing to look me in the eye.

Her innocence is adorable. One minute she’s this strong ass woman who kicks ass and the next, the smallest little compliment is making her blush.

“When they got up to fix the breakers, there was a slight chill in here, so they stoked the fire and lit some candles. They won’t provide much heat, but Teddy thought you might like the cozy atmosphere while you wait for the lights to come back on, so he added a few more for good measure.”

Supplying her with a wink, the corner of her mouth tilts up in a smile.

“What would I do without you guys?”

“Let’s never find out,” I reply, kissing her sweetly. “Now roll over.”

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