Page 59 of Hot Chocolate & Hitmen

Grace’s laughter bursts out of her, bright and melodic, and fuck if the sound doesn’t surge straight to my dick, making me restless as fuck. How is she so damn perfect? Every time she opens her mouth, I’m either ready to tear down the world for her or fuck the living daylights out of her. And tonight? It’s the latter.

Key catches my eye, his grin turning wicked as he leans in closer to Grace, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "I think she deserves a reward, don’t you, Attie? Our little badass nutcracker saved the day."

“Don’t call me that.” I mutter halfheartedly, my focus on Grace.

Her eyes flick between us, her smile faltering slightly, like she’s not sure what we’re up to. But there’s a flush creeping up her neck, and I know she feels it too–that buzz in the air, the way the room’s temperature shifts.

"You saved my life, Grace," I say, my voice low as I move closer to her. Placing my hands on her knees, I spread her legs. Her breath hitches as I lean in, my eyes locked on hers. "And I don’t take that lightly."

Her lips part, but no sound comes out. She just stares at me, wide-eyed, her pulse visibly ticking at her throat.

"Maybe we should give her something sweet," Key murmurs, his voice taking on a teasing lilt. "You like sweet things, don’t you, Nutcracker?"

Grace flushes deeper, glancing at Key, then at me, then over to Teddy. She’s trapped, completely surrounded by us, and I can see the effect it’s having on her. Her fingers grip the edge of her mug tighter, her breath coming a little faster.

"I think she likes sweet things," Teddy says, his voice smooth and dark. "But she’s also tougher than she lets on. I think she likes things a bit rougher too."

My heart pounds in my chest as I watch her. She’s flustered, but not running. She’s here, with us, and I can feel the tension between us thickening, becoming something else entirely. Something electric.

"Come on, Nutcracker," I murmur, my hand sliding from her knee up her thigh. "Tell us what you want as a reward."

Her eyes flash with something wild, something playful, and I know I’m done for. She leans forward, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Well," she says slowly. "I wouldn’t say no to a little more hot chocolate."

Key laughs, his head tipping back, and even Teddy lets out a low chuckle. But I don’t move. I’m still focused on her–on the way her lips are just inches from mine, on the way her breath mixes with mine.

"Hot chocolate, huh?" I whisper, my thumb stroking circles against the sensitive skin of her thigh. "That’s all you want?"

Grace shrugs, but there’s a glint in her eyes that tells me she’s not done yet. "Maybe...a little whipped cream, too?"

Key’s laugh dies down, but his smile doesn’t fade as he gently takes her mug from her hands and places it on the side table. "I like the way you think, Sugar."

Teddy leans back in his seat, folding his arms over his chest as he watches us, his azul blue eyes hooded. "Whipped cream can be arranged," he says, his voice low and suggestive.

Grace’s gaze darts to each of us, the flush on her cheeks deepening. "You guys are ridiculous," she mutters, but there’s no bite to it. Just a light, teasing tone that drives me insane.

"Maybe," I murmur, leaning in until our lips are almost touching. "But you like it."

Her breath hitches again, and I can see the moment her resolve crumbles. "Maybe I do," she whispers back.

And that’s all I need.

I close the gap between us, capturing her lips in a hard, unyielding kiss. Grace melts against me, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders as she leans into it, her taste like spun sugar and cocoa. Like everything I’ve ever wanted and more.

I waste no time in claiming her mouth again and again, my tongue diving deep into the warm recesses of her mouth as my hands roam over her body, learning every curve and dip. She's innocence and fire wrapped in one delicious package, and I can't get enough.

Key's hands move between us and I shift back slightly so he can caress the insides of her thighs. A wanton moan escapes her lips and has my cock hardening further as Teddy tangles his fingers in her hair. Tugging sharply until she bares her neck to him, his teeth find that sensitive spot.

Grace moans louder, arching into our touches and ensuring that my cock strains painfully against my pants, begging for release.

"Fuck, Sugar," Key groans, her name a prayer on his lips as his hand dives beneath her underwear. "You’re fucking soaked.”

Grace's nails dig into my back, her hips rocking into his touch. "I…I need…" she pants, and fuck, the desperation in her voice is my undoing.

“We know what you need, baby,” I snarl fiercely, wrenching away and grasping her shirt with both hands before ripping it apart down the center. “Our little nutcracker got a taste of danger and now she’s got a craving.”

With a sharp rip, Key tears off Grace's panties and she gasps, her entire body jerking from the motion. As she lays exposed before me, I lean back to strip off my own clothes and drink in the sight of her.

Grace's chest rises and falls rapidly, her wide-eyed gaze fixed on me. Her heaving breasts and flushed cheeks only add to the wildness of her disheveled hair. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. Like a fallen angel.

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