Page 90 of Hot Chocolate & Hitmen

Chapter Thirty-One

Anyone would think it was Christmas day with the way that Key’s bouncing all over the place right now. His energy would be infectious, had he not decided to wake me up at this god awful hour and drag me downstairs to make fudge and brownies for him. It’s quite literallySanta-isn’t-finished-with-his-roundsearly.

I’m just setting up in the kitchen with Key merrily humming by my side, working away on getting all the ingredients out when a tired Atlas walks in.

“I thought you were sleeping in?” He directs his question to Key, his voice gruff.

I shake my head, smiling. “Yeah, that definitely didn’t happen. Apparently, brownies and fudge are more important than snuggles.”

Atlas huffs in disagreement.

“Sugar,” Key whines with a pout as he steps up to frame my face with both hands while I’m trying to measure the sugar out. He pulls us nose to nose, and I can’t see a damned thing. “You know cuddles with you are more important. You know that, right?!”

“Key! Stop, I can’t see.” I chuckle. “If you want edible brownies, then back the fudge off.”

“Edibles?” He asks, his voice laced with excitement.

I swat him away.

“No, now away with you. I’m still parched you know.” Reminding him he promised me hot chocolate. I grin, watching his face dull, then lighten up like a kid on Christmas day, once again.

Despite protesting the early wake up call, I’ve loved every minute of it. His excitement and cheer is soothing in a way I can’t describe.

“Yes, ma’am. Don’t mind me, ma’am. I’ll be just over here, ma’am.” Saluting me, he shuffles back to his station and continues to adorn my hot chocolate. At this rate, there’s going to be more toppings than hot chocolate.

Watching on, happiness swirling in my chest like the storm outside, it takes me a second to realize Atlas is watching me. Placing the sugar down on the worktop, I head over to him and wrap my arms around his waist.

“Were you on watch again last night?”

“Yeah,” his gruff reply comes as he wraps his arms around me and draws me in close.

With one hand at the nape of my neck, playing with my hair, I rest my head on his chest and take a deep, cleansing breath. The smell of him invades my senses. The sweet musk and a hint of wood smoke relaxes me further as I drift in his presence.

“Do you really need to do that while there’s a record breaking snowstorm outside?” I tilt my heading, looking up to him.

“We’re not taking any chances. It’s unlikely anyone would be able to move in a storm like this, but it also offers cover to those who are desperate enough.”

I guess that’s true.

“Why don’t you head to bed for a while, and I’ll come wake you up in a bit?” Reaching up on my tip toes, I place a gentle kiss on his lips, which he returns and deepens. With his palm flat against the back of my head, he devours me, stealing my breath away and making my panties uncomfortably wet.

“Enough hokey pokey, you two!” Key exclaims, running over waving a wooden spoon everywhere. “We-” he punctuates as he extracts me from Atlas’ hold and pushes me back towards the kitchen island. “-have goodies to make. And you,” he says to Atlas, pointing the spoon at him. “-need sleep! We have a big day ahead of us.”

“We do?” My brow furrows, we’d planned on doing very little today so I can prepare for tomorrow.

“Everyday is a big day with you, gorgeous, now on with you!” I yelp as he smacks my ass with the spoon. “My sugar senses are tingling and they need their fix!”

Four hours.It tookfour blitzen hoursto make some fudge and brownies.

Though, it really had nothing to do with the food and everything to do with the extracurricular activities that followed. Two hot and steamy sessions on the kitchen counter, a couple of food fights and a spicy shower later and I’m walking out of the bathroom, finally ready to make breakfast.

Eager to repeat the events of this morning, but knowing I can’t because I need the time to prepare for tomorrow, I decide to adorn my sexy teddy to tease them all. I may not be able toact upon my desires, but I sure can bring them down in festive misery with me.

It’s my all-time favorite teddy. It’s one that has sleigh bells, candy canes, Christmas hats and gingerbreads on it, with my cream knitted socks pulled all the way up past my knees. It shouldn’t look sexy at all, but it really, really does. The way it conforms to my curves and drops low at my breasts. I absolutely love it!

A whistle rents the air as two massive arms engulf me from behind. Teddy’s big hands splay possessively over my chest and lower abdomen, sending my sex drive into overdrive and making me regret my choice to tease them.

“A teddy for a Teddy, how thoughtful,” he whispers. His hot breath tickles my ear, causing my core to clench. “For a gimmicky teddy, you sure look as hot as Rudolph’s nose in it.”

---