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He continues to do a few routine moves along with the other guys, but then they begin to freestyle.
Lincoln drops on all fours and focuses on me. “Hi.” His eyes dance with amusement. “It’s for charity.” He raises his voice over the loud music and crowd. “You okay with this?” His brows crease.
“Hell yeah.” I can’t nod my head fast enough and clap my hands together. “Now dance for me.”
He leans forward and smacks a kiss against my lips.
Hannah and Ruby point at the projected rules on the back wall, which I didn’t notice before.
Thou shall not touch (unless instructed and given permission by a dancer).
Thou shall not kiss, lick, or grope.
Thou shall not dance on the tabletops (dancers only).
Thou shall give to charity.
Thou shall enjoy the show.
“Girls.” Through a wide grin, I shout as loud as I can over the music, so they can hear me. “This is Lincoln.”
Ruby’s legs give way and she drops in shock to her seat, her mouth agape.
“This is Lincoln?” Hannah points to him while looking at me.
I nod my head.
“Our girl won the freakin’ lotto.” She throws her hands in the air and cheers.
Lincoln flings his head back, laughing, then he jumps onto his feet and dances for me. His eyes lock with mine throughout every second of his routine, and I’m sure I’m panting as he moves his body in ways I can only dream about.
Hannah and Ruby skim their eyes around the room, watching the other guys dancing on the table and bar from time to time. I think they are trying to be polite, but their eyes keep moving back to Lincoln.
Yup, my boy’s got game.
His skin glistens in the light, and I wish it was just the two of us. I’m desperate to touch him.
In one swift motion, he sits down on the edge of the table and straddles his legs on either side of me, his delicious abs right in front of my face.
“Take my jeans off.” He shoots me a roguish grin.
“What? Here?” I squeal.
“Yes. Part of the show.” He lies back flat against the table, unbuckles his belt, and pushes his hips in the air.
I’m going to hell doing this to a guy in a church.
I pull his wet baggy pants down over his carved hips and reveal a pair of white and blue Scotland flag boxers.
His cock looks massive in those, and I have to rub my thighs together to stop the warmth burning between my legs.
Clumsily, I remove his wide hemmed jeans over his virgin-white sneakers and throw them onto the leather seating.
The white band on his boxers show off just how tanned he is; it’s a complete contrast to his sun-kissed skin.
Lincoln pushes his hips into the air, his crotch right in my face, and thrusts himself up and down.
My nipples pebble against the fabric of my purple, soft lace bra.
