Anthony strolled down the streets of Downtown Fort Worth with Denise, loving the feel of her arm connected with his and her body so close.
He wasn’t quite sure what it was but he hadn’t wanted their time together to end after the wedding reception was over.
He couldn’t quite pinpoint the reason for his desire to spend more time with her. It could have been a number of reasons. Back in New York, he hadn’t seen her in a while because his schedule was so busy. He was also concerned when he found out that she had been sick. Or maybe it was seeing how beautiful she was in her bridesmaid’s dress. Then there was the whole garter situation, then dancing with her in his arms. And he most certainly would never forget the sound of her sultry voice singing, every note seeming to make his body tingle with need.
It could have been anyone of those things or a combination of them that had him searching for something for them to do.
“Drew said they’ve built up quite a bit here in Downtown Fort Worth over the last several years.”
She looked around. “It’s very beautiful. Quite peaceful in comparison to New York and Time Square.”
Anthony chuckled, “You can say that again.”
They noticed several people dressed rather nicely heading down what appeared to be an alley.
“Wonder where they’re headed,” Denise said out loud.
Anthony pulled her forward. “Let’s go find out.”
They hurried down the sidewalk and turned down the street, following the crowd. They stopped and looked up at a sign that said Scat Jazz Lounge.
“A jazz club!” Denise said excitedly.
“Want to go check it out?” Anthony asked.
She looked down the street, then looked up at him and nodded.
They made their way to the building and down the stairs to the basement that housed the jazz club. They were quickly seated and a server came over to take their drink orders.
They found out they’d made it just in time to see the headlining act.
As a lovely woman came on stage and started singing, Anthony sat back and watched as Denise closed her eyes and swayed to the music.
He’d never noticed before how curvy she was. Probably because every other time he’d ever seen her, she was wearing that smock at her shop.
The damn thing was doing that body of hers a disservice.
She opened her eyes and looked right at him, giving him a smile that nearly took his breath away.
“Are you having a good time?”
He picked up his glass and took a sip of his drink, hoping it would cool him down.
No such luck.
He cleared his throat and said, “I’m having a great time. What about you?”
She took a sip of her cocktail as well, letting out a small moan of appreciation.
As if his body wasn’t hard enough, he felt his body grow even harder. What was going on with him? This was Dee, the woman who washed his hair once a week and trimmed it on occasion. He looked down at her slim fingers and thought of all the times she’d run those fingers through his hair. He could imagine those same fingers skimming across his chest, down his abdomen and even lower until they gently wrapped around….
“I’m having a wonderful time,” her voice snapped him out of his reverie. “The singer is great.”
He remembered her singing at the wedding again and smiled.
“I bet you could give her a run for her money up there.”
“Me?” she said in genuine shock. She shook her head and took another delicate sip of her drink. “No way. I mean, I know I’m alright-”
“Alright?” he asked. “Dee, sweetheart, you don’t give yourself nearly enough credit.”
She blushed and he had to lean forward to whisper in her ear, “The way you sing, makes people feel things.”
She looked up at him through his eyelashes. “And what did you feel Tony?”
They were so close. It wouldn’t take but an slight movement for their lips to touch. Instead, he sat back and said, “I’m felt like there’s a lot more to you than I’ve ever imagined Denise Monroe.”

They stayed until the place closed down for the night. Denise had no idea how many drinks they’d had, but she couldn’t remember the last time she’d enjoyed herself so much. She didn’t think she’d ever laughed so much. Her cheeks were actually sore.
It was well after two in the morning by the time they made it back to the hotel.
“I need to get to sleep,” she said, giggling on the elevator. “I have to be up in a few hours if I’m going to catch my flight on time.”
“You do,” Anthony said, smiling widely at her.
She leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes letting out a content breath. “I had so much fun with you tonight Tony.”
“Me too Dee. You’re great to hang out with.”
The elevator dinged and Denise looked up.
“This is my floor,” she said quietly.
He nodded. “I’ll walk you to your door.”
No one could say he wasn’t a gentleman, she thought to herself.
As the doors slid open, Anthony placed his palm on the small of her back and guided her out of the elevator.
They walked in silence down the hall to her suite. When they were in front of her door, she pulled out her keycard and turned to him smiling.
“Thanks again for tonight Tony,” she said, “I had a lot of fun.”
“So did I,” he said, leaning against the wall next to her, “Maybe we could find some time to do it again back home.”
“Maybe,” she said, turning to unlock the door, “If you could squeeze me in between saving lives.”
“I’d certainly make time for you Dee,” he said in a low voice, as he reached out and skimmed a finger down her arm.
She let out a breath and turned back toward him.
“Well, I guess this is goodnight.”
She moved toward him and placed her hand on his chest, then lifted her head to kiss his cheek.
He turned his head ever so slightly and the corners of their lips met.
The connection was minuscule, but the spark that came from it was monumental.
Denise took a step back in shock, bumping up against the door that was still cracked open.
Anthony looked down at her, his eyes darkening with desire.
The look she saw in his eyes was the same feeling stirring inside of her.
They moved toward each other, almost through no control of their own.
Their mouths collided in fusion of passion so strong, the kiss alone nearly felt orgasmic.
Denise took a step back, pulling Anthony by the lapels of his tuxedo coat into her room.
“This is crazy,” she breathed.
“I know,” he said, agreeing with her.
“We should stop...”
“Probably,” he said, moving from her lips to kiss her right underneath her ear.
“But it feels so right….”
“Definitely,” he said kissing her neck.
Once they were in completely in her room, he kicked the door closed with the heel of his foot.
He tore his mouth away from her body and stared into her eyes for a long time.
Finally he spoke.
“There’s one thing I’ve been curious about all night.”
She took a deep breath, but it wasn’t nearly enough to steady herself.
“What’s that?” she managed to ask.
With a grin, that always seem to make her weak in the knees, he asked. “Exactly how many years of happy marriage did we get the happy couple?”

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