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anything, bending over to cover myself, but the rascally dog leaps from my lap and makes a run for it.
    Ben’s hard abdominals shake with suppressed laughter as Sean keeps clicking the camera. I have no choice but to turn my chest into Ben and hold on, crushing my boobs against his white, shaggy beard, hoping for cover.
    “Ben, pull my suit up, please,” I whisper. “I can’t let anyone see.”
    “Sure, I’ve got your back.” He wraps his arms around me. “Don’t mind me. I’m not trying for a feel or anything. I’m going to hook my finger under the fur and ease it up.”
    “Don’t tell me what you’re doing. Just don’t let anyone see anything.” I can’t help that my voice is so breathy.
    Ben’s gloved hands are firm and ever so gentle. He slides his large fingers under the stretchy material and pulls up the back first, then moves under my breasts.
    Laughter and exclamations pepper around us, as people point and children say, “Look, look. I see that elf’s boobies.”
    “Please hurry. People are laughing.” I grab his beard to cover my chest, discovering his suit is unbuttoned underneath.
    Don’t touch. Don’t, don’t, don’t touch , I warn myself.
    Ben’s being so respectful, but since I’m squished up against him, his hand cups each breast momentarily to push them back into the fur-lined tube.
    Big, solid, strong hands. He’s done all too soon, but there’s no way my body’s going to forget the way he felt. Most guys I’ve dated were grabby and squeezed them like they were grip strengtheners. Which is why I stopped dating.
    “Thanks.” I don’t dare look in Ben’s dark brown eyes. He’s breathing hard and so am I. His lips are somewhere underneath that fake beard covering his too sexy chest. As for his woody, let’s just say since handling my breasts, it’s ready to club me and drag me to its cave.
    “Folks, get in line,” Sean announces, breaking the fog of lust swirling between me and Ben. “Twenty bucks for a photo with Santa and forty bucks gets you a shot at Reed Christmas Farm’s famous elf.”
    Grrr … Does Sean remember he works for me?
    ~ Ben ~
    “I need a break,” Ben said after Brittney removed herself from his lap. He wasn’t ready for any kid to sit on his stiffie. The last thing he needed was for a little girl or boy to report him to their parents.
    His hands were still tingling from touching Brittney’s soft, warm skin. Her blush and her quick intake of breath showed she’d been as affected as he. Hard to believe she used to be that thin, flat-chested mouse of a girl with her nose in a book. The garish makeup hid her pretty features from him, but it also emphasized the lushness of her utterly ravishing lips. When she’d glared at him, the pout of her lower lip made him wish he had her alone, up against a wall, half-dressed ….
    He shook off his fantasy. Removing the gloves from his sweaty palms, he rose from the throne. He needed to get his naughty parts in order before he was up to the task of playing Santa.
    “No, no, don’t go.” Sean waved his arms, overpowering the fragrant garlands woven into the lattice behind the throne.
    “She’s the forty dollar picture.” Ben yanked his jacket over the sagging Santa pants. Thank goodness it had enough room for a fake belly. Maybe he should have worn one and let it cover his misbehaving cock. “I need a bio break.”
    Brittney must have known why he needed a bathroom break because she stepped forward and grabbed a kitten from the first child standing in line. “What a sweet little cat. Would you like to sit in my lap for a picture?”
    “Sure! Can I touch your boobies like Santa did?” The little boy, who couldn’t have been older than six, said.
    “Absolutely not,” his mother said. “I’m reporting this to the police.”
    “Ah, Mom,” the boy whined.
    “How about you?” Sean raised his arms, pointing to the next kid. Phew, that man sure knew how to disperse a crowd. The police ought to use