Page 21 of Not Strictly Ballroom

I’ve never heard him say anything that I’d consider dirty talk, but I like to tease him and to show that it might be something for the future.

He sends a blushing face emoji followed by LMAO and I grin down at the phone, missing him, counting the hours until I can see him again.

Darcy: Will you help me?

Nick: With the dirty talk? Sure

Darcy: Hahaha. Well maybe

Hmmm, that sounds promising.

Darcy: With organising an event

Nick: Of course I will. I think it’s a great idea and might be a good boost for the school. We can try out a few new dances

I’ve always wanted to try West Coast Swing.

Darcy: Woohoo! Fantastic. Thank you

I smile, catching a bit of his enthusiasm.

We text for a few more minutes until I need to help my gran up the stairs. I can’t wait to see him the next day.

“Will you get over here and stop cha-cha-chaing all over the place?” calls Nick, and I grin at him. He feigns tiredness and collapses on the floor, lying with his head propped on one elbow.

“What, have you run out of stamina, old man?” I tease, turning and giving him a look over my shoulder as I keep moving. He’s a couple of months older, something I never let him forget.

We’ve been dancing for a couple of hours and it’s getting late.

“I have plenty, thank you, but I’ve also done a full day’s work,” he whines. I do have a modicum of sympathy for him, but not enough to stop teasing.

“Yes, it must be tough, splashing a bit of paint around.”

That goads him enough to get up, and he catches me as I move to dance past him.

“I’d like to see you spend a day up a ladder painting a ceiling—that’s hard work.”

“Well, you just rest up then, and I’ll keep dancing.”

He has me by the hips and isn’t letting go, but he sways his in time with mine. I like it. I move closer.

“Mmm, maybe we should incorporate this into our dance,” I say, giving my hips an extra sway.

We’re trying to choreograph our routine for the regionals in a couple of weeks. We’ll dance two numbers, a traditional and a Latin American, but so far we haven’t agreed on much.

“If you dance like that with me in the regionals, honey, I’m not going to last the dance,” he says, grinding himself closer and my cock twitches with the friction. This effect he can have on me is a new sensation, and I like it. Not that we’ve had much chance to explore further. We don’t get a lot of privacy. I’m trying to work on it because now that Nick is causing these feelings, I want to experience a lot more.

Nick’s holding me closer now and grinding a little harder against me. “But if you do want to dance like this, I know where we can go.”

“Where?” I huff out in a breathless whisper, as I’m getting a little light-headed, all the blood having rushed to my groin.

“Come to Brazen with me. It’s the best club around. We can dance like this all night.”

“I thought you’d not last the dance,” I counter, very pleased he asked.

“Tease.” He presses kisses against my neck, and this time I slow my hips and snake my arms around his neck to kiss him fully. After a long moment I pull away and see the starry look in his eyes and the slow smile that spreads across his face.

“I want to go there with you, Nick.”

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