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She laughs. Liam very visibly grabs her ass with both hands, making exaggerated movements. Bren is now squealing.

“Okay, you two, this is not professional. Would you be doing this if the real photographer was here?!” I ask jokingly.

“Yes,” Liam say at the same time Bren replies, “Sorry.”

Bren gives him a little teasing slap on the arm, teasing him, “You sexy perv.”

Now I’m laughing too. This is the light fun mood I needed.

“Bren, dismount from Liam, please. I need an assistant.”

“Dismount?! Oh please, you haven’t seen anything!” Bren shrieks when Liam tries to pull her back down while she gets up.

“Let’s keep it that way,” Lucas mutters.

We are all laughing now.

“Focus. I need an assistant, and it’s already 7pm. I'm starving.” I glare at Bren.

“What do you need me to do?” She asks.

I explain my idea. Bren and I are going to both stand on the chairs over Liam with one foot on each side of him and the bench. Bren is going to drop four pucks so the pucks are falling in midair while I snap photos. The hockey sticks beneath Liam look great. All he has to do is lay on the bench with his hands behind his head and look pretty.

“I want wallet copies!” Bren shrieks.

I’m sure if these turn out well, she will have them plastered all over. Bren and I get into position.

“On my count, Bren. Three, two, one!”

She drops the pucks. I look at my camera to see what I was able to capture. The pucks moved so fast. It looks amazing, but we need more pucks.

“Lucas, I need your help too. Uhm . . .”

I look around, trying to figure out if there is anything he can move to stand on, knowing we snagged all the chairs from Coach Andres’ office. He can’t stand on the ground and throw them; it wouldn't have the same effect from that angle. I sigh, realizing the only solution.

“Stand behind me on the chairs, one leg on each side like I have. Both of you drop as many pucks as you can, as high as you can. We’ll try it a few times.”

I get down off the chairs for Lucas to get up. Once he’s on the chairs, he offers me his hand and helps me up. With the minimal space on the chairs, my body is flush against his. The rise and fall of his chest against my back is soothing but my ass is pressed right up against him. If he were wearing those very thin grey sweatpants . . . My mouth starts to salivate at the thought of Lucas’ cock growing hard with my ass firmly pressed against him. I can almost feel the bulge from my imagination. Wait. That is not my imagination, but the bulge is oddly shaped . . .

“Don’t worry, that’s the hockey pucks I shoved in my pockets.” He chuckles with a mischievous grin. “You said grab as many as I can to drop.”

I let out a giggle. “What a relief! I was going to tell you that you might want to see a doctor with that abnormal shape I was feeling.”

He leans closer so only I can hear him whisper, “I promise you it’s far from abnormal. Probably the perfect shape for you.”

His breath on my ear, while I’m against him, body to body, sends chills down my spine.Focus, Lauren, focus!

“Okay.” I give my body a shake as Lucas lets out a low chuckle. “Ready? Three, two, one!”

They drop the pucks, and I snap about five pictures.

“Again,”I instruct.

They go to get the pucks and end up dropping them two more times. I flip through my camera.

“I’m just not high up enough. But there isn’t anything else for me to stand on that would help.”

Lucas gives me a crooked smirk. “I have an idea, but you aren’t going to like it.”