Page 96 of Hot Chocolate & Hitmen

“It’s either yes or no, big boy.” Smirking, I draw the lobe of his ear into my mouth and bite down lightly. I may be playing coy, but I have no desire to bring my inner nutcracker out for anything but emergencies. Not that he knows that.

He sighs, grumbling one word very reluctantly. “Yes.”

Key makes both of us jump as he appears over Atlas’ shoulder. “It’s official then! I get to stuff you like a Christmas turkey and-”

“The fuck you w-” Turning to get in Key’s face, Atlas is taken by surprise by the Noel storm that is Key. Lips puckered and placed perfectly on Atlas’, they freeze in place as Atlas’ arm goes limp around me.

Edging myself off his lap, Teddy is there to help me inch back slowly as I take in the mistletoe that Key is currently holding up above Atlas’ head.

“Was that meant for him?” I whisper over my shoulder to Teddy, not wanting to spook the beasts.

“I don’t think so, Little One.”

“Are we in the danger zone?” I ask seriously. Teddy responds by pulling me flush against his chest and wrapping his arms around me once more.

“Maybe, but I’ll protect you.” Placing what I’m sure was meant to be a sweet kiss on the tender skin underneath my ear, I shiver as my sex goes into overdrive again. The sensual touch lighting up my sex drive like a Christmas tree on steroids.

“Oops,” Key drawls slowly, locking eyes with Atlas’ as he pulls back. “Wrong-”

Cut off with a growl, Atlas lunges for him and they both end up chasing each other around the kitchen once more.

I laugh as Atlas grabs a gingerbread man cookie cutter off the side and hurls it at Key, who ducks just in time with the least manly yelp I’ve ever heard. Patting Teddy’s hand, I glance at him over my shoulder.

“I guess it’s you and I making breakfast this morning.”

“You mean lunch?” He winks.

“I guess so,” I chuckle once more. With one more look back at the guys, we leave them to it. Hopefully Santa won’t have to bring me a new first aid kid by the time tomorrow rolls round.

Atlas and Key returned–albeit a little bit worse for wear–as we’re just finishing off the eggs for breakfast. “Did you boys settle your differences?” I ask around a smile.

“We’re good as gold, aren’t we, brother?” By the sound of Key’s jovial attitude and the low growl Atlas emits, I presume that’s not entirely true.

“Whether you settled them or not, Grace has made a spread worthy of kings. Go set the table.”

I bite my lip at the commanding tone Teddy uses. Something about the man taking control just lights up all my Christmas lights. Turning round to focus on the eggs to distract myself, I vaguely hear the guys’ footsteps leaving the room. But with the blood pumping loudly in my veins, and my heart rate elevated, I’m struggling to focus.

“Did you like that, Little One?” I jump as his voice flows over my shoulder. A moan slips my lips as he trails his hands around my hips, across my stomach and up my chest. I drop the spatula when he lightly collars me and tilts my head back onto his chest.

“So responsive.” I whimper as he moves his hand underneath my sleep set to pinch my nipple. “I have half a mind to take you here and now. Don’t you think that would be a lovely sight? Your pussy spread bare and full of my cock. Dripping wet and ready for my brothers to come back and watch me fuck you until you scream.”

My legs turn to Jelly and I drop slightly, putting more pressure on my throat from his collar. He laughs. His chest rumbling against my back with the intensity of it. My heart thrums like the crackle of a yule log and my core pulsates. The need within me climbing ever higher.

“It’s a shame we need to eat,” he growls into my ear, his hot breath over my sensitive skin draws a choked gasp from me. Pulling me in tighter, he tightens his hold and extends one finger from the hand collaring my neck to stroke my jaw. “Otherwise, I’d-” That one movement sends me into overdrive and blocks out all noise, forcing me to do something I’ve only ever fantasized about.

I beg.

“Please, sir. Please, fuck me.” I claw at his hand, trying to turn myself to jump him. The need that runs through me is like a blast furnace on max heat. The intensity is nearly too much to bear. “Please. Pleas-”

“Quiet,” he doesn’t raise his voice, but the crack of his command is unmistakable, his grip around my throat tightening.

He tuts at me as he turns us, moving over to the island. “Such a dirty little mouth this morning.”

Spinning me to face him, he pulls my shorts and panties down around my ankles and releases me for a second to lift me onto the island. Laying me back over the cool marble surface, I hiss as the cold bite feels like it’s almost burning my poker hot skin.

Lifting my legs onto the island, he spreads them and resumes his hold. Pinning me down by the throat, he leans down over me, our chests flush. Our eyes lock, both molten with an unquenchable thirst.

“Hold still and keep quiet. Not a sound or I’ll stop. Got it?”

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