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“Yes.”
“I can get you a blanket or—”
“Why are you dressed like Naughty Nick, Blake?”
He held up his finger for a moment, before going after his Santa’s bag. A small portable MP3 player was placed on the newly relocated coffee table. When he pressed Play and the Naughty Nick opening music started up, every bit of moisture left Kim’s mouth.
“No.” This was far too fucked up for words. “You’re not.”
Blake moved into the center of the room and tugged the Santa beard down so it hung around his neck. Now able to see his face, there was no mistaking the mischief in his eyes or the determined set of his jaw.
“I really, really am.” He reached up and pulled the Santa hat off and tossed it her way.
Kim caught it easily, loving how his heat and smell clung to the fabric. “Why?”
“It seemed the logical next step.”
“From mistletoe?”
Blake shrugged. “Do you want me to stop?”
Did she? Kim had been fascinated with him for almost as long as she’d known him. Hell, hadn’t she spent most of the day pining away because she thought he’d stood her up? Was she going to say no, kick his ass to the curb and have nothing to do with the man she’d fantasized about since the one night they’d had sex?
Screw that.
Kim took the Santa hat and slipped it on her head, before leaning back. “Give’er, Nick.”
With a flick of his wrist, he turned up the volume so the music filled her apartment. With two quick steps he stood in the center of the room directly in front of her. With his gaze locked on her, Blake began to swing his hips in time with the rhythm. It was initially a bit awkward, but he quickly got into the beat. Blake pulled the Santa beard off, tossing it over her head.
“You missed.”
The tantalizing glimpse of naked skin had expanded so she was now able to see the full column of his throat. Trying not to squirm in her seat, Kim forced her body still and her gaze up. Because as much as this was a fantasy come true—and holy shit, it was one of her top-shelf fantasies at that—this wasn’t the type of thing her boss and friend would normally do.
“So, Santa,” Kim squeezed the arms of the chair as Blake began to thrust his hips to the beat, “Can I ask where you’ve been all day?”
He turned his back to her and opened up one side of the jacket, holding it out to the side. Dammit, she really wanted to see what was underneath. “I was in training.” He pulled the other side open and looked back over his shoulder at her. “It took longer than expected.”
Turn around, turn around, turn around. “Training?”
Blake spun back to face her, but as he did he pulled the jacket closed once more. “You know I’m not the most coordinated man. And I don’t have a fucking clue when it comes to stripping. Thankfully, I know some guys who are experts. They were willing to show me a thing or two so I could do this right.”
He released the sides of the jacket to pull his black gloves off. Kim shifted to the edge of her seat and leaned forward on her thighs. “Who?”
“Greg and Stephen. And Clark. Ryan and George showed up toward the end to offer support, suggestions and beer.”
“Holy shit.” That was most of the core group of guys, along with their new human-shaped Goldendoodle. “Why did they—”
“Apparently you and I have been the topic of conversation for a while now. And they wanted to give Clark some more training anyway, so it was a good opportunity.” Blake made his way closer, using his teeth to loosen each finger on the second glove before tossing the pair in her lap. “Now, no more talking.”
From this distance, Kim was easily able to see his skin beneath the jacket. The white fringe was still a barrier and she wanted nothing more than to rip the thing aside. Blake must have sensed her itchy fingers, because he immediately moved backward out of reach.
The bastard.
Clearly, Blake was not an expert dancer. The sway of his hips was jerky and his hands didn’t land easily where Kim would have expected them to go. Not that any of that mattered, because this was Blake and he had taken a crash course on stripping from a group of men who he normally only saw once a month. She’d been worried that he’d lost his spark and was sinking into a hole of loneliness. Boy, did this prove her wrong.
And he’d learned all of this just for her.
Wow.
