Page 94 of Hot Chocolate & Hitmen

“Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can go down and make some breakfast.” Winking at me, Teddy moves over to the otherside of the room to grab something as I lay back, simply staring at the ceiling.

“Lunch more like or, hell, it may even be dinner at this rate!”

The guys chuckle as I close my eyes and stretch. Laying peacefully for a second, I jump and my eyes pop open as Teddy sets to cleaning me up. “Sorry, Little One. Didn’t mean to make you jump.”

“It’s okay-” I sigh in pleasure. “It feels good.”

Whatever he’s cleaning me with feels as soft as silk on my bruised and swollen core. Wait a minute-

Grabbing Teddy’s hand in a vice-like grip, I look him straight in the eye.

“You didn’t.”

He grins, every single tooth visible. “I didn’t what, Gracie?”

The condescending little-

Peering down in horror, I watch as he continues to clean me up with the silk teddy I had teased them with.

“Youstocking stuffer!”

“Oops,” he says in exaggeration. I glare at his unrepentant self. He knew exactly what he was doing! “Looks like you’ll have to get something else to wear downstairs.”

“What a shame,” Atlas chimes in as he walks back from the bathroom in gray sweats and a t-shirt. The bulge in his pants still swollen and heavily defined, causing my traitorous pussy to gush again.

“Well, you’re definitely not using that now. You’ve just ruined it even more, Sugar.” Key remarks as he pointedly stares at my core and Teddy’s hand as he holds the fabric against me.

“Out! All of you. Or I’m going to choke you with tinsel!” I shout, pointing at the door.

Hands in the air, they all back away laughing their heads off as I’m left to deal with my soiled teddy and the most amazing post sex glow I’ve ever had.

It’s not a hard life, really.

Not anymore.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Having had another shower, I walk downstairs to find pandemonium. I sidestep around Jason as he watches the show quietly, in some form of tortured amusement. It’s clear he’s fighting the enjoyment by the sadness in his eyes.

Ah well, not my problem. I feel his gaze on me as I pass by, but I ignore it in favor of the scene before me. The only thing the guys have managed to do is get the food out and place it on the counter top. That’s it.

Key has obviously started some kind of Christmas war, finding him and Atlas on the floor wrestling with a bag of decorations while Teddy props himself up against the kitchen island. With his leg kicked up, his arms folded across his chiseled chest and a grin on his face, he looks the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him. The carefree amusement on his face is a sight to behold.

“What is going on here?” I have to shout a little over the racket Key and Atlas are making to be heard, but oh boy, is it like a bomb just went off. The shocked looks on their faces is priceless.

“I- I- I don’t know what you mean,” Key stammers, shooting to his feet and smoothing down his clothes. Atlas snickers and tac-rolls to his feet before running off with the bag.

“Shit,” Key hisses. “Get back here, Attie!” Key fires off as he takes off in pursuit.

“Call me that again and I’ll put your head through the window, pretty boy,” Atlas’ response comes back on a bellow in the distance.

I sigh, shaking my head.

“Children,” Teddy comments dryly.

I raise and eyebrow at him, glancing up and down his frame, my thoughts straying to the ruined teddy upstairs. He catches on, pulling me in close and wrapping his arms around me so I’m flush with his chest. He leans his face down until he’s only an inch away from mine. “I’m-”

I place a finger on his lip and lean up on my tip toes, my hands splayed across his chest.

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