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“Is he…” Em starts.
“Oh my god, he’s adreidel!”Rachel shrieks.Then the dancer who goes by Kelvin starts to spin.And spin.And spin.One by one, he pulls off the panels covering his torso, each of which has a Hebrew letter on it, and by the end of his act, he’s simply a man in a blue thong with no fear of dizziness.
“This,” Rachel says in quiet awe as Kelvin finishes his act in a frenzy of ass-shaking.“This is the inclusivity my people have been dreaming of.If this turns out to be the highlight of my holiday, dayenu.”
We’re laughing so hard at her gobsmacked expression that we almost miss the next dancer’s introduction.
“Did he say Luke Lawless?”I shout at CJ, who turns her grin my way.
“He’slawless, Liv!”she screams in delight, wiggling her fingers in agimmemotion that has us all laughing.But when Luke takes the stage, there’s not an outlaw accessory in sight.
He’s Santa.We can tell by his red vest and pants, along with the velvet Santa hat and the short white beard covering most of his face.He’s also wearing aviator sunglasses for some reason, and it’s so goofy and weird that I slap my hands to my cheeksHome Alonestyle, bracing myself for the secondhand embarrassment, particularly when the opening strains of “Back Door Santa”crackle over the sound system.
Then he starts to move, and everything in me locks up and melts down at the same time.
“Oh.Oh my god.”I whisper the words, but thankfully nobody at my table seems to notice.They’re all equally transfixed by the man in the spotlight.
Luke flows like liquid across the stage, moving his body to the music in a way that’s seductive where the other dancers had been over the top.Controlled and powerful where they’d been strong and energetic.
His Santa pants cling to his thighs as he drops to his knees and spins, pulling the vest off as he does to reveal a tight white tank top and red suspenders.
“He can come down my chimney right now,” a woman at the next table breathes, and all I can do is nod helplessly.Luke’s hips roll as he struts around the stage, stopping to drop one suspender and then another to the deafening cheers of the crowd.Then he pivots to the center of the stage, plants his feet, and rips the thin tank top off his body—literally rips it from the neckline on down—and the place dissolves into mayhem.
His chest is perfect.He’s not as bulky as most of the guys who came before him, although every one of the muscles on his lean body is tight and defined, from the swell of his arms to his flat pecs and sharp abs.Even his clavicles are attractive, for goodness’ sake.
“This is verrrrrry good local talent,” CJ says, and all I can do is give a helpless little grunt of agreement.
With a smooth kick, Luke flips to face downward, undulating across the floor like gravity can’t quite touch him.It’s equal parts sex and muscle control, and I can’t decide which part is working for me more.Another kick and he’s back on his feet, lifting his chin in a cocky head tilt.
I thought his clavicles were hot?They’ve got nothing on the tendons running down the side of his neck.His neck tendons.And he’s still wearing the Santa beard!What iswrongwith me?
The slice of mouth that’s visible through the fake white curls curves into a lopsided smile as his gaze sweeps the crowd.Although his eyes are hidden behind his sunglasses, he pauses when he hits our table, tilting his head again before pivoting to give the other side of the room the same treatment.
“Another former student?”Rachel asks, and Em dazedly replies, “God, I hope not.”
As I’ve been squeezing my knees together and willing myself to keep it under control, Santa Luke has taken off his pants to reveal the rest of his body.His lovely long thigh muscles and defined calves flex as he flows into a body roll that the crowd deeply, deeply appreciates.The only thing he’s wearing now is a red thong that shows off his gorgeous round ass, and when he turns around to face our side of the room, I gasp.Because there it is.The exact shape of his cock, outlined in the stretchy red material.Like the rest of him, it’s perfect.And why wouldn’t it be?Everything about Luke Lawless is carved from marble, like a sculptor got ahold of the proportions of my dream man from the blueprints in my head and gifted them to the person flowing bonelessly in our direction.Inmydirection.
The song changes then, something less campy and far sexier involving mistletoe and a woman sitting on the singer’s lap.Luke’s mouth curves into another of those smiles, and before I can suck in a breath, he plants his right hand on the stage and lifts his body up in a one-armed handstand that he holds for a long moment, every muscle in his body tensed and hard.We all hold our breath until he lets himself drop to the floor with a twist, spinning to land lightly on his feet.Then he’s walking toward me, his hips swiveling in time to the song.That smile is back, barely visible behind his fake beard.
Every eye in the room is pinned on him, all those bright, avid gazes, but he’s only looking at me.I flush, and it travels from the roots of my hair to the backs of my knees.In something close to a panic, I try to turn so I’m facing the table and not the stage, but he just laughs.Then the room is in motion as he grabs the back of my chair and swivels it to face him, and me along with it.My knees brush his shins, and there’s nowhere to hide as he places one hand on the table behind me and leans forward.This unreal creature is standing so close that I can smell coconut oil and clean sweat on his skin.
“Naughty or nice?”His husky voice is for my ears only.
Every word of the English language deserts me as he brushes a finger along my jaw to lift my chin, then trails it down my neck.He comes to a stop at the hollow of my throat, which jumps as I open my mouth and desperately suck in a breath.
“Mmmm,” he growls, deepening his voice even more.“Naughty.Definitely naughty.”It’s too dark in here to see behind the lenses of his sunglasses, and I have to clench my hands into fists to keep from reaching up and yanking them off; that’s how badly I want to see what color his eyes are.
Before I can give in to temptation, he pushes himself off my chair to perform a body roll that has every one of those muscles flexing mere inches from my nose.His shoulders move to the left while his hips rotate to the right, and everything—absolutelyeverything—ripples.Heat pours off his body, and I have no idea what to do with my hands, but touching him all over seems like a great idea.
I start to reach for him, and my greedy fingers are a whisper away from landing on his damp chest when I realize what I’m doing.I’m about to become the woman at the strip club who loses her mind and mauls a dancer.
Sweet baby Jesus, I want to.I’m actually a little unnerved at how badly I want to touch the compact, glistening abs of this person who’s just trying to do his job.Which is why I force myself to pull it together.Forcing myself to ignore the fact that I’m about to go up in flames from being so close to him, I grab the fraying ends of my self-control, reach for my envelope, and fish out a couple of twenties.With a small, amused smile, I fold up the cash and tuck it into the red elastic riding low on his hips.
“I’mnot the naughty one,” I say, giving the bills a brisk pat.“Here you go.For the reindeer.”
His body reacts to that, the tiniest of flinches that I only notice because my fingers are still resting on his overheated skin, and I’m not quite sure what happened, but it makes me want to rewind ten seconds.It’s like me shoving cash at him violated some agreement between us.But the tiny moment is over fast, and he’s grinning again.He’s done with me.He spins to dance on CJ, then Rachel and Em, then the bachelorette and her crew at the next table.
When his song ends, the crowd hoots and cheers, and he vanishes behind the curtain, leaving me feeling hot and cold, a little ashamed, and a lot turned on.
