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like a velvety barmaid’s getup, but still, she was here for a good cause.
    He couldn’t help his eyes from giving her the once over—more like twice and three times over. She was tall, which was a good thing given his six-foot-five height. Long-legged and very, very blond. Her waist was thin and she had nice round hips. Hey, he couldn’t help ogling, not if everything was clearly outlined by that less-than-nothing tube she was wearing. He let his gaze linger a moment on the bounteous beauties, then moved to her face. Okay, so maybe she’d overdone it on the makeup department. He’d take a closer look later.
    “Please, Mr. Santa.” The little girl in his lap tugged at his beard and whispered loudly in his ear. “I want a puppy for Christmas. I promise I’ll take good care of him and walk him every day. I’ll also brush him and make sure his bed is clean and comfy.”
    “I’m sure you will.” He tried to grin, but the stiff glue on his face made it difficult. Besides, no one could see his teeth under the thick curly mustache, so why bother?
    The photographer told the girl to give him a kiss, and she landed one of the first slobbery kisses on his grandfather’s expensive yak hair beard. Wonder how much it would cost to dry clean this thing.
    “Okay, say ‘cheese,’” the photographer said.
    “Wait, wait, wait,” the girl’s mother said. “Here’s the puppy. Let Bree hold the puppy.”
    “Where’s that elf?” the photographer complained. “She’s supposed to set up the shot.”
    He grabbed the squirmy, wiggly labradoodle puppy and placed him in the little girl’s arms. “Don’t forget to look at the camera.”
    Ben glanced in the direction of the leering men. The elf seemed to be holding her own. All right! She’d just thrown a crumpled paper ball at the worst offender.
    Wow. Look at that overhand throw, like a real tomboy. Gulp. Except he, too, couldn’t take his eyes off those bouncing babies.
    “Hey, Santa, eyes over here.” The snarky photographer snapped his fingers. “On the count of three. One, two, three.”
    Ben had just enough time to remove his stare from the elf’s chest and fix them on the camera.
    Snap.
    “Auntie Ella,” the girl on his lap said. “Can I please take Inkie home?”
    “Not today, Bree,” the now-identified aunt said, taking the puppy from her. “We have to fill out an application. Let’s play with Inkie a little more and take him back to his foster parent. Then we can watch a video on how to care for a dog.”
    “Thank you, Santa.” Bree hung onto his beard as she climbed off his lap. She slipped the rest of the way off, using his coat as a handhold.
    Should he have helped her off?
    Ben turned away to press on his beard, hoping the little girl hadn’t damaged it.
    Footsteps clicked toward the throne, and the photographer said, “It’s about time you got here.”
    “Grandpa Powers,” a sweet and very mature female voice said as the very sexy and well-endowed female elf landed on his lap, enveloping him in her flowery scent.
    Long, wispy blond hair flew in his face, and Ben couldn’t help inhaling and putting his arms around her. Her bosom squeezed against his chest, all soft and voluptuous, that he couldn’t help holding her tighter.
    Oh no. This wasn’t the time or place to get a boner, but what could any healthy, red-blooded Santa Claus do when sex-in-a-pot was overflowing his lap?

Chapter Three
    ~ Brittney ~
    Something’s wrong. Very, very wrong. Grandpa Powers is hugging me too tight, and oh my … The old goat has a hard-on.
    “Eeek!” I squeak and push from his surprisingly solid shoulders, jumping off his lap. “I can’t believe …”
    The dark, chocolaty eyes staring back at me resembles Grandpa Powers, but it’s not him.
    “Sorry,” the imposter says with a deep bone-melting voice. “I’m Ben Powers, the grandson, and you?”
    To his credit, he’s keeping his eyes on my face. Even though I can’t see any of his other