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back onto surer ground. “I could murder a pint, so how’s about I buy you
both a drink then?” He slipped a hand round my near-naked waist and I could
tell from the way Sophie eased her hips forward until they were rubbing the
brushed denim of his jeans that he’d got a hold of her as well. Any second now
and she’d be purring.
    I love Sophie, I
really do, we’ve been good mates, best mates, ever since Charlie introduced us,
but sometimes the girl needs a stop button. Especially when she’s rubbing her
tits against the only man I’ve truly lusted over. Which is stupid, because hey,
what do I care? A man like Dane is the last thing I need right now.
    Sophie wasn’t
bothered that she was dressed up as Santa’s little helper, with a green tunic
that barely covered her thighs, a black belt that was cinching her waist to
break point and a top that was only just this side of decent. At least we’d
ditched the naff hats. Maybe I just needed to lighten up a bit, unless I want
to spend the rest of my days admiring my handsome farrier and watching him use
his capable hands on everyone but me.
    But lightening up
wasn’t easy when I’d got a draft up my skirt and felt like some sacrificial
lamb. When Soph had talked me into helping out at the firm’s Christmas grotto
I’d thought it was for the kids—and not that we’d be there to keep the dads
happy as well. Santa had ho ho hoed one time too many as he’d rubbed his
polyester beard against my cheek and pinched my bum. ‘Got to have something to
keep the staff happy too.’ He’d chuckled, just before I used my pointy little
boot on him. Trouble was I just knew he was leery Steve from accounts and this
was his one opportunity of the year to do some groping, but not up my tunic,
matey.
    Dane’s fingers
tightened slightly, reminding me he was there—as if I needed it. And the
movement sent a tingle straight to my barely covered breasts. “Where exactly
are you off to? I take it the fancy dress isn’t just to turn me on.” He freed
his right hand from around Sophie and took a long swig of his beer. That
rippling throat needed my mouth on it, right here, right now, his Adam’s apple
bobbing against my tongue. Shit, I had to stop this before the mind police came
and took me away, just before I turned into a melting pleading mess.
    “It turns you on?”
The slate eyes shimmered back at me and the corner of his mouth twitched, his
eyes opened a bit wider as he raised a brow. I swallowed hard and tried to
exert some control over my wayward body. “Sophie agreed to help with the grotto
at work and somehow I was stupid enough to let her drag me along.” I should
have left her to it, common sense had told me to stay out of it. But we are
mates aren’t we, share and share alike the good bits and the bad bits. Except
now from the look in Sophie’s eye we could be on collision course.
    He gave a deep
throaty laugh and sent a shiver of goose bumps down my arms. “Oh, the annual
grab and grotto at Grove and Grove.”
    “No one warned me
about the grab bit.” I’d just been happy that it was the last day before the
office closed for the holiday period, and in the spirit of Christmas had agreed
to let my normal defenses down a bit.
    “So which bit
turns you on, Dane?” His attention swung back to Sophie, but his fingers did a
gentle squeeze on my waist that made me want to squirm, and his other hand
stayed wrapped around his pint.
    “Ah, now you’ve
got me there, Sophie.” That rough, gruff voice was low and confidential so that
we tipped our heads in closer together and the fresh herbal scent of his
shampoo mingled with the sharp tang of burned hoof. Okay, not everyone’s cup of
tea but for me that smell meant man, all man. Rough, strong male and it woke up
every tingling nerve in my body.
    “It could be those
sexy tops that almost cover your bums.” I tried to give mine a surreptitious
tug on the back with my free hand. “Or it could be the way they don’t