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  Santa’s Lap

  ISBN # 1-4199-0406-X

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  Santa’s Lap Copyright© 2005 Lani Aames

  Edited by Pamela Campbell.

  Cover design by Syneca. Photography by Dennis Roliff.

  Electronic book Publication: December 2005

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  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

  Warning:

  The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. Santa’s Lap has been rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.

  Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-rotic), and X (X-treme).

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  SANTA’S LAP

  Lani Aames

  Chapter One

  “Is that a candy cane in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” Tasha Elliot whispered in Santa’s ear, wiggling her butt over the hard bulge in the front of his red velvet suit. She had hitched up her skirt and straddled his lap, facing him, but couldn’t see much of his face around the curly white beard and froth of white fur trimming the Santa cap.

  She planned to teach her best bud Rob Sinclair a thing or two about teasing her. Just because she was in between boyfriends as well as jobs was no reason to send her an invitation requesting her to sit on Santa’s lap and tell him all about how naughty she’d been this year—after the store had closed and everyone else had gone home.

  The expensive note card had been signed with a large scrawled letter “R”. Who else but Rob? He’d filled in as Santa because the man who usually wore the suit had called in sick that morning.

  The long hard object expanded beneath her rump, confirming that it wasn’t a candy cane at all. The size of his cock impressed her but she considered it TMI—too much information—about her friend.

  What the hell did Rob think he was doing? He knew she had never considered him in that way, and she would have sworn he’d never thought of her like that either. They’d known each other forever, but there’d never been a hint of anything other than friendship between them. He also knew she’d had the hots for his older brother Reed for as long as she’d known what “the hots” were.

  If Rob had no problem continuing the game, she might as well play along too. He’d be the one to end up with a raging case of blue balls, not her, because she had no desire whatsoever to sleep with Rob Sinclair. She pushed the fake whiskers aside and licked the curve of Santa’s ear—a couple of wet, sloppy swipes—then she breathed heavily.

  He shuddered and his cock jumped. It felt like it had grown another two inches in length and diameter. That had to be the imaginative product of her overactive libido, of course, because it had been months since she’d last slept with anyone. Santa’s cock hadn’t really enlarged quite that much, but it still felt bigger than any she’d ever had before.

  If Rob was built like a horse, couldn’t Reed be even bigger? The brothers looked enough alike that they could pass for twins to someone who didn’t know them well. Both were tall and well-built with deep brown hair. There were differences, of course. Reed’s eyes were blue while Rob’s were brown. Reed was a little taller and a little broader, and the Sinclair cut-granite features of his face wore the five years he had on his brother in rugged experience and maturity.

  She knew the breadth of the man didn’t have a thing to do with the dimensions of his cock. Wasn’t it the size of his feet or hands? Reed had large hands and huge feet. A little moan escaped her lips. Blowing more air into Santa’s ear, she fantasized about the scope of Reed’s cock.

  Santa’s hand, enclosed in a red velvet mitt with white fur trim, glided up her leg, under her mid-calf skirt. A little curl of heat started in the pit of her belly and spread deliciously. It had to be a joke, but how far would he go? Oh, Rob was going to pay dearly for this.

  Reed had been away the past three years, managing an upscale department store in the city. When he came back home to manage Sinclair’s after the death of their uncle had left the store to the two brothers, Tasha knew it was her chance. After being downsized from her last job, she had begged Rob—who just happened to be the personnel manager—to hire her during the Christmas rush.

  The soft velvet mitt slid up her thigh and her clit started to throb. She wanted to spread her legs wider and squirm on that candy cane of a cock, but she couldn’t let Santa know how much she was affected.

  Tasha needed the job to get her through until she started her new position as manager of a health food store opening in mid-January. Even though she invariably bought a lottery ticket twice a week, the state lottery that had just started last spring hadn’t made her a millionaire yet. She also wanted Rob to give her a job so she could be close to Reed.

  She should stop this right now, but everything felt too wonderful…the hard cock prodding her butt and the velvet mitt exploring her leg. Santa knew how to use that cane, and that mitt.

  Rob had hesitated about hiring her because they’d already taken on all the extra employees they needed for the season. But after thinking about it, he’d agreed—if she’d help him in return. Expensive items had been disappearing at an escalating rate since Thanksgiving.

  After questioning all the employees, they’d received no leads. Even with surveillance cameras turned on day and night, they’d been unable to catch anyone in the act. Although they had a security guard making regular rounds during the hours when the store was closed, nothing had been seen.

  Santa’s mitt brushed farther up her thigh and another moan sounded deep in her throat. She needed to stop this. Now. Right now. But the velvet felt so good against her skin she forgot to tell him to stop.

  She didn’t mind playing detective if it placed her close to Reed. She had agreed to keep her eyes and ears open and let Rob know if she saw or heard anything suspicious from the other employees. Rob had even consented to look the other way when she flirted with Reed, though it was against store policy for employees and management to fraternize.

  Tasha didn’t want to fraternize with Reed, she wanted to fuck him. Fast and hard. Slow and deep. Any which way he wanted and she could imagine. Thoughts of doing the nasty with Reed set her body on fire. After this little tease with Santa, she’d have to go home and break out the toys she hadn’t touched in weeks—after picking up a jumbo pack of batteries on her way out.

  So Tasha had agreed, but Rob had stashed her back in Auto Maintenance, the least busy department during the Christmas season except for de-icer, snow scrapers and antifreeze. B
ut Tasha didn’t care. Being in the store every day put her in close proximity to the elder Sinclair brother.

  And it worked! She’d come into daily contact with Reed the past few weeks. She sat with him at lunch in the break room nearly every day. He’d come to her department to help shelve stock with her the few times they’d been shorthanded. She was impressed that he’d get down and dirty, with a smile on his face.

  She’d like to get down and dirty with him in another way, and the resulting perma-grin would never leave his face.

  She and Reed had talked and laughed, but he’d never asked her out. She didn’t have the nerve to ask him because if he turned her down, her heart would simply break in two.

  When Santa’s other mitt covered her breast, his thumb and forefinger easily finding the hard, sensitive peak through the layers of red velvet, her knit sweater and lacey bra. It was time to bring the game to an end.

  She knew Rob hadn’t had a date in a while either. Just the day before they’d exchanged horror stories about how long it had been, each trying to outdo the other with increasingly worse scenarios. Did he think because they were both desperate they could become fuck buddies? No way! She could never screw Rob just to get her rocks off then sleep with Reed if the chance arose. She just couldn’t!

  Maybe it was time to call his bluff and watch him backpedal. She rocked against his cock, giving him—and her—a last little thrill, then twirled one finger in the luxurious white beard.

  “Tasha’s been a very naughty girl this year, Santa.” She kept her voice low and breathy which wasn’t hard to do because she was already turned on. “She couldn’t help herself. Being naughty is a lot more fun than being nice. Don’t you think?”

  Santa nodded as she twirled her finger deeper into the beard.

  “Can you think of some way to punish Tasha for being such a naughty girl?”

  When Santa nodded again, he pinched her nipple. Hard. Pain mixed with pleasure shot through her. She winced, but the sensation wasn’t unpleasant at all. Then his hands slid down and grasped her hips.

  Apparently, Rob wasn’t going to call an end to it. She pushed the cap off his forehead and looked into baby blue eyes. She grabbed a fistful of beard to yank it down and—

  Tasha froze. Baby blues. Rob had brown eyes. Reed had blue eyes. She jerked down the beard and looked into the handsome, chiseled face of Reed Sinclair.

  Snapping her hips forward so that her thighs spread wider, he ground his candy cane against her pussy, and Tasha thought she would die. From embarrassment or pleasure, she didn’t know. Heat flushed her cheeks, but it could very well have been from the sensations flooding her body as the underside of Reed’s cock rubbed her pussy.

  Reed. She’d said and done all those silly things to Reed!

  His mouth covered hers, and it was all she’d ever dreamed about and more. His tongue probed between one set of her lips while his cock prodded the other. Her hips began a rhythmic undulation, stroking her clit against his cock. It had been so long since she’d even bothered to self-pleasure that her body had gone into some kind of dormant state.

  What a way to wake it up!

  She slid her arms around Reed’s neck and her tongue clashed with his. She was so close to orgasm, her pelvis moved on its own and she could barely breathe. One of his hands moved from her hip and slid under her sweater and bra. He’d removed the mitt and his warm fingers and thumb found the hard pebble of her nipple.

  When he squeezed, she exploded, her back arching as icy fire rocketed along every nerve. Her hips moved in a frenzy, rubbing her clit against him to make the pleasure last as long as possible. When the last of it moved through her, her body relaxed against his, her pussy resting on his still stiff cock.

  “Oh, Reed,” she whispered and buried her face where his neck met his brawny shoulder.

  He removed his hand from her hip and stroked her hair while his other gently tweaked her nipple, keeping it hard and sensitive. His cock rubbed her pussy in a slow rhythm. Small currents flowed through her, stoking the heat within. If he continued to play with her breast and tease her clit with his cock, she could easily come again.

  “Santa knows what Tasha wants for Christmas,” he murmured, his voice thick and husky.

  “More of that would be nice.” She raised her head, making sure she didn’t pull her breast away from his hand or her clit from his cock.

  “I think that would be considered naughty as well as nice.”

  Tasha laughed, slipping her hand between their bodies until she found the hard length of his cock. “How did I ever mistake that for a candy cane? I’ve never held one that big.”

  Reed groaned as she massaged up and down his erection. “Do you mean candy cane or cock?”

  “Both.”

  She unzipped Santa’s trousers and then undid Reed’s slacks. His cock popped free, tall and straight and hard as the sweet treat she’d compared him to. She ran her fingers over the hot, velvety skin, thick with veins. The engorged head seeped clear lubricant.

  “Hmm. Sinclair’s carries candy canes this big.” He drove his cock hard through her caressing fingers. “And the Sinclair men are equally well equipped.”

  “All of them?”

  “So I’ve been told. We don’t measure them and keep a record, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

  They both laughed, and Tasha quickened her strokes on his cock. “I think you’re getting delirious.”

  “Maybe. Damn, Tasha, you’re driving me crazy.”

  She put both hands on him, but he stopped her.

  “I have a better idea if you’re willing.”

  “I’m listening.”

  “There’s the display in Bed and Bath. We could put the bed to good use.”

  “Here? Now?”

  “Sure. The store is closed, and I’ve had this fantasy of fucking you in every department in the store.” His dark brows knitted together. “But if you’d rather not, we can finish this at my place. Or yours. Whatever you want, Tasha. It’s your Christmas wish Santa wants to fulfill.”

  She placed her hands on his tall erection again, amazed that it took both hands to wrap around it completely. “Your cock will be very fulfilling, and I’m too impatient to go somewhere else. Besides, we might as well take care of both our fantasies while we’re at it.”

  He pushed her sweater and bra up farther and leaned forward. His mouth sealed over a nipple, his tongue raking the hard point. Tasha let her head fall back and moved her hips until she could press his cock against the soaked panties that covered her clit. She trembled as the heat built up again.

  He moved to her other nipple and gave it the same attention. When she didn’t think she could take much more, he pulled free. His hands still held up her sweater and he thumbed both damp nipples.

  “Let me get you something from lingerie. Then you can change and we’ll meet at the display bed in Bed and Bath. We’ve got all night, Tasha, and we’ll make it a night to remember. I want to fuck you over and over again.”

  “Oh, yes, sounds like a plan,” she whispered.

  Reed pinched both nipples, and she squirmed from the pleasure darting through her.

  “Santa wants to see just how naughty Tasha can be.”

  Chapter Two

  In the lady’s room, Tasha washed up at the sink. She scrubbed her face clean and put on fresh makeup. She stripped off all her clothes and used a handful of wet paper towels to spot bathe, then spritzed with a small bottle of body spray she kept in her purse. Looking at the nightie, panties and robe in a lovely shade of lavender, she approved of Reed’s choice in lingerie.

  She picked up the panties that would cover only a little more than a thong. She was glad she’d gone to the trouble of shaving her legs that morning. She pulled on the panties. The thin straps hugged her hipbones, and the triangle of material barely covered her patch of dark curls.

  She dropped the nightie over her head and adjusted her breasts in the cups. Her erect nipples poked the silk, and she r
ubbed them experimentally. Closing her eyes, she imagined it was Reed’s hands on her.

  Her pussy grew wet, dampening the panties, and one of her hands automatically caressed between her thighs.

  Quivering, she opened her eyes. Why was she standing here fondling herself when Reed waited for her and wanted to do the fondling? She didn’t have to imagine or daydream any longer. Tasha smiled in the mirror over the sink. She’d received the best Christmas present ever—Reed.

  Putting on the matching robe, Tasha stepped into the slippers. She tied the belt in a pluckable knot and took a last glance at her reflection. She smoothed a few strands of her short auburn hair that had ruffled from changing clothes then left the restroom.

  When she reached Bed and Bath, Reed was now dressed in midnight blue silk pajama bottoms and loosely tied robe. He stood beside an intimately small, linen-covered table she recognized from Kitchen and Appliances decorated with an array of tapers, pillars, and votives from Candles and Scents. Dishes and utensils pilfered from Housewares were stacked amid boxes and tins from Gourmet Foods. A bottle protruded from a bucket, also from Housewares, filled with ice probably taken from the break room.

  She spied one large candy cane. This one was straight, but it was about a foot long and maybe an inch and a half in diameter. Her eyes widened and she wondered what Reed had planned for that stick of candy. Then she noticed a box of chocolate-covered cherries and knew exactly what she could do with them later.

  The puffy comforter on the display bed was turned down on one side. A radio from Electronics sat on one bedside table, and a slow romantic instrumental played softly.

  “Oh, wow. Was I gone that long?”

  Reed grinned and began lighting the candles with an electronic lighter. “I work fast when I’m motivated. Since we don’t carry alcoholic beverages, I brought sparkling white grape juice and club soda. Are you hungry?”