Page 97 of Hot Chocolate & Hitmen

I not my head emphatically–or at least as much as his hold will allow–my mouth refusing to cooperate and form sound. The overwhelming lust coursing through me has shattered any semblance of thought, leaving my mind in disarray.

“Words,” he barks, trailing his hand up my leg to stroke my pussy. His finger dips inside by the smallest amount and I screw my eyes shut. The sensations already almost too much.

“Yes. Yes,” I whimper. My mind scrambled.

His finger halts in its movements, causing me to groan and wiggle beneath him.

“Yes- Yes, Sir,” I croak.

“Good girl.”

I go to scream as he thrusts two fingers inside me without any work up, but hand constricts around my throat so much, my screams are muffled and black spots start to enter my vision. Squeezing my eyes shut tightly, the only thing I can do is claw at him for dear life as he wreaks havoc on my body.

Dipping his head, he sucks my clit into his mouth as his fingers continue with a punishing pace. Pinned, unable to move and struggling to breath, the deprivation all adds to the screaming euphoria lacing my veins.

Sensing my orgasm beginning to peak, I go frantic in a need to get away. The sensation is far more intense than any orgasm I’ve had before. It’s uncontrollable. Yet, trying to escape is futile. Teddy has me pinned down.

With black spots creeping into my vision and Teddy's wet, warm tongue attacking my folds mercilessly, my core pulses with desperate need. I'm left with no choice but to surrender completely to the pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” Atlas’ awed tone filters in from somewhere but I can’t process anything but the pulsating waves of release. My back arches and my mouth opens in a silent scream as my orgasm hits and warm fluid rushes out of me.

“Lucky bastard. Teddy’s the first to make Sugar squirt,” Key’s voice is added to the mix, but the black spots are covering nearly all of my vision with the orgasm that just keeps going.

“Let up, brother, I think she’s about to pass out.”

All of a sudden the sensations start to ease as sound and images swirl around me. Blissful sleep threatens to take me under, but a light tap on my cheek pulls me back.

“Grace? Grace! Look at me, Little One. Can you hear me?”

A blissful smile creeps across my face as Teddy swims into view.

“I’d take that over Christmas cookies and hot chocolate any day.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Plating up Jason’s breakfast, I put it in the oven to keep it warm until I call him. Yes, I may have made him breakfast because I’d feel too bad not to, even after everything he’s done. But, it doesn’t mean I can’t be petty in subtle ways. He’d be too nervous to come down and check on what I’m up to with the guys around, so I know he’ll stay up there until I call him.

It just sucks for him that I have three very attentive men at my service.

“Come on, Sugar. The food’s getting cold,” Key coaxes as he sweeps in and lifts me over his shoulder.

“Key, no! I need to put the oven mitts away,” I giggle, completely loving his caveman approach.

He swats my ass in return. “Oh shush. We’ll clean up later for you.”

The low murmurs of Teddy and Atlas’ voices stop suddenly as we approach the table. I grab onto Key as a head rush knocks me silly when he rights me. Taking a second for the room to stop spinning, I grin when Key’s gorgeous amber eyes are in my line of sight, alight with mischief.

I cross my arms over my chest and regard him with a smile. “And what do you have up your sleeve right now? You seem rather proud.”

“Nothing, I’m just happy to get in on some of the action, that’s all.” He winks as he raises his arm above his head. “Oh, would you look at that! Mistletoe! Lay one on me, Sugar.”

I fall about in laughter at the pride in his voice and the coy smile and eyebrow wiggle he gives me.

“You’re incorrigible.” I shake my head, loving every second of it. “Come here then, pretty boy.”

Grabbing him by the shirt, I pull him close and lay my lips gently over his. Chucking the mistletoe off to the side, he wastes no time in wrapping me up in his arms and devouring me senseless. Dipping me, my hair falls out of the messy bun I threw it up in and cascades down as his tongue seeks entrance, tracing every inch of my mouth.

Like a Hallmark movie moment, my heart lights up in pure joy. My inner princess preens at the multitude of romantic experiences I’ve had with these guys already. It’s like a dream come true.

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