I sigh.
“That’s a metaphor forI want to eat your pussy,” he clarifies, and I explode into giggles.
I almost turn and run back to the car once Nico puts me down, but he puts me down in front of the most adorable elderly couple and immediately says, “Hi! I’m Nico, and this is Annie, my?—”
I blow out a breath. “Worst enemy,” I finish for him.
Nico is nonplussed. “She means that in a good way now.”
“Hi, Nico and Annie,” the woman says. She has to be at least seventy-five years old, but you never know. We don’t raisin, and all that. “I’m Jing, and this is my husband Elton.”
He inclines his head.
“We own the place, and we’re going to be leading the class.”
She turns to me. She asks me something in Mandarin.
“I don’t understand Mandarin,” I say in very badly mangled Mandarin. “Do you speak Cantonese?”
She switches with ease. “Have you fucked him yet?”
My mouth drops open.
“Because if you haven’t, you sure will after this class.”
Her husband chuckles.
I blink.
She switches back to English. “Good to have you two in,” she says with a wink. They move on to greet another couple.
“What’d she say?” Nico asks.
I’m still standing there gaping after them. I shake myself out of it. “She said, ‘Nico is an asshole for making you do this, and you should probably leave before you embarrass yourself.’”
He drapes an arm around my shoulders. “That’s funny. To me, it sounded like ‘something somethingunresolved sexual tensionsomething something.’”
I elbow him in the side and look around. The studio is packed with couples, some people nervously shifting their weight, while others look like they were born to do this. I wonder which Nico is.
“Have you done this before?” I ask, as one of the people nervously shifting their weight.
“Few times,” he answers, looking like he was born to do this.
Jing claps her hands to grab everyone’s attention. She has everyone gather around, and then she and her husband begin giving a short introduction of what to do and what to expect, which all roughly translates to “grind your pelvis into Nico’s dick for an hour.” I can’t believe this. My palms, my neck, my face, everything is sweaty. My nipples are hard.
Nico is looking like the cat that ate the canary.
Jing claps her hands again. “Let’s get started. Ladies, follow me. Gentlemen, you’re going to lead. Don’t be shy,” she says to my dismay, “feel the music!”
I feel like I’m about to vomit, but also? Honestly? There’s something about Nico’s presence that reassures me. Like I’m not totally alone in this. I would never tell him this, though.
The two of them demonstrate the basic steps, stepping forward and back, making the movement look so effortless that I almost believe it’s easy. The two of them glide with a sensual fluidity that makes them look forty years younger, while I all but tear my hair out at how close they are.
“Now, ladies, you’re going to mirror your partner,” Jing announces. “Gentlemen, lead them through the steps.”
Nico looks down at me, his lips curving into a small, amused smile. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you, honey,” he tells me, low and coddling. “I can lead.”
Adrenaline suddenly spikes through my body. I feel like a rabid dog, salivating and snapping at my leash, demanding to get Nico’s hands all over me. I nod and step closer.
