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Olivia was sitting patiently in the living room of the hotel suite waiting for Fitz to finish getting ready. They had scheduled to meet Abby and Stephen in the hotel lobby in 15 minutes. They were going out to dinner at the Jazz club she and Fitz had dined at when he was here for work while she was still living in Seattle. To say that felt like a lifetime ago would be an understatement. She and Fitz have now been dating for almost a year since that fateful night when they shared their first kiss. She will forever be grateful to Abby for sending Fitz to check on her. She was alone, far from home, and missing her family dearly. She had just lost her grandmother whom she was extremely close to. Fitz showing up and bringing a feeling of home to her was just what she needed at the time.

Right now Liv was responding to her second email work email on her phone when she heard the clearing of a throat. Looking up her breath caught in her throat. The sight before her literally astounded her. There in the doorway that connected the bedroom to the living room of their hotel suite stood Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III leaning against the doorframe with his signature crooked smile.

To say her man was sexy just did not do justice to describe what stood before her. She shamelessly let her eyes travel over his 6'2" frame. There he was in a navy blue suit that she was sure custom tailored for him. It fit his body to perfection. He had paired the suit with a white dress shirt. That looked was accessorized with a cognac leather belt and cognac cap-toe lace shoe. The whole look was perfection. While work did not usually require Fitz to dress up.

There were the few occasions where he would have to and he liked to look his best. Then there were nights like this when he was accompanied by whom he was sure would be the best-looking woman in the place and he wanted to be on par.

Liv had a true appreciation for fashion and the fact that this man obviously put the effort into pulling this look together he would be rewarded at the end of the night. Subconsciously she bit her bottom lip and her eyes worked over his firm thighs, taunt abs, and broad chest. Once they took in his strong jawline and made it to his eyes, they locked with his and she held his gaze while he raised an eyebrow.

"Like what you see?" he asked while sporting a smirk.

"Meh, not to impressive." She retorted.

That earned a hearty chuckle. His ladylove was sassy; she could give and take banter with the best. He loved it.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Give me a minute babe. I just need to quickly send this email and grab my shoes and clutch."

This was the first time he realized she was not wearing her shoes. His eyes traveled her legs while she was clicking away on her phone keyboard. There she was in sheer pantyhose and her bright pink nail polish was clearly visible. He did not have a foot fetish, but he thought she had the cutest feet. She was doing something he had seen her do hundreds of times wiggling her toes while she was otherwise preoccupied. He found her sheer stocking covered legs sexy. They did not have time for him to be turned on and could not do anything about it.

Looking around he saw her clutch, shoes, and dress coat draped over the chair of the other sitting chair. Walking over he picked up her shoes, walked back over to where she was sitting, and kneeled before her. She looked up down to see what he was doing. He picked up her foot and ran his fingertips down her calf in the most sensual manner. She lost focus on the email she was about to send and her entire concentration was on what was happening now. He slipped her foot in the right shoe and moved to do the same with her left shoe. When he was done, he gave her a wink and rose to his feet. Let me know when you are done he said and walked to the table and picked up a room key and slipped it in his pocked.

Olivia quickly hit send and stood to her feet. That gave him a good opportunity to check out her complete ensemble. He had seen her blue dress laid out so that factored into his decision to go with a blue suit instead of the black one. She was wearing a blue lace dress with cap sleeves. It dress fitted her frame and stopped right at her knees with a small split in the back. She looked stunning. Her hair was pinned up showing her neck which was adorned with a solitary diamond. He had bought the necklace for her about three months ago. In his mind it would look nice with another piece of jewelry he would be gifting her someday soon. One that would be placed on her left hand.

When she headed to the other chair to reach for her coat Fitz took it out of her hand and held it up for her to put her arms through. When she had it on and picked up her clutch, she turned grabbing his hand and pecked his lips. She then brushed her thumb across them to wipe her lipstick off.

They headed out the door hand and hand. The walk down the hall to the elevator was relatively short and the silence was comfortable. When the elevator arrived, Olivia walked in first with Fitz hand resting on her back. There was another couple on the elevator and they greeted each other and rode down looking at the view as they were on a glass elevator. Fitz leaned down and whispered in her ear "You look lovely tonight Miss Pope." A big smile spread across her face and she reached a hand up and brushed her fingertips across his cheek. They were in their own world and did not realize the two pair of eyes watching them. Then they heard "Young Love". Looking up they smiled at the woman across the elevator car that was smiling at them.

Soon after, they reached the lobby of the building and each couple bid each other a good evening and headed their separate ways. When they made it to the center atrium, they saw Stephen and Abby walking their way. It looks like they had just arrived as well. Giving each other hugs and handshakes they walked out and grabbed a waiting SUV that drove them to their dinner destination.

Tonight would be fun, not only is the food good at Dimitriou's Jazz Alley, but tonight was one of the night's when a recording artist was scheduled to perform and not just the house band. Liv had called earlier to reserve a table and has been so excited ever since she found out Najee would be performing. Fitz was familiar with Najee because he had spent many nights listing to a variety of music on Liv's play list. Najee was one of them. He has been the soundtrack to some of their lovemaking.

Arriving at their destination they all head inside. The atmosphere was intimate even though the venue would hold many people. Candles lighted each table and booth. Music was playing and there was a small buzz already in the room. People were already seated eating dinner and having conversations. Liv noticed Abby and Stephen checking out the place as they are guided to their table.

Ever the gentlemen Stephen and Fitz usher Abby and Liv respectively to slide inside of the curved booth. Once seated Stephen ask, "How did you find this place?"

"Well I wasn't a complete hermit when I lived in Seattle. I did find some time to get out."

"Actually this is where Liv and I had dinner when I was in Seattle." Fitz chimed in with a smile.

"Well I really like it. My bestie has good taste." Abby she would take their shoulder bumped Liv.

While they were talking, a young woman approached the table. She had her head down writing on a pad when she looked up about to tell them welcome and drink orders. She looked at the pair sitting at the left of the table and smiled.

"I remember you. Cute couple who insisted it wasn't a date." a big grin spread across her face.

"How are you Kemi?" Fitz asked.

That grin turned into a shocked expression.

He had hoped they would run into her again. She was fun. The first time he and Olivia met her she told us she would see us again. She was right and now they were a couple.

"Well you were right. You said you would see us again. We are back and this time we are a couple. Just as cute too."

Olivia covered her face with embarrassment.

Kemi looked at the other couple in the booth. "Don't tell me you two aren't a couple, because if you aren't you should be."

That caused Abby to laugh. Sassy recognized and appreciated sassy.

"Well you are in luck. This handsome fella is taken by me. "

Kemi raised her hand and high fived Abby.

"He is a cute one. You did well." She said and gave Stephen a wink. He winked back.

The whole table laughed. Once the laughter settled down Kemi took their drink orders and left to get them.

Everyone quickly looked over their menus so they would have their orders ready when she returned with the drinks.

The food arrived and it was delicious. Abby and Stephen were very pleased with their entrees. The conversation at the table was lively. About 30 minutes into their meal, the lights dimmed and the band took to the state to warm up their instruments. 15 minutes later Najee came out to a round of applause.

The beautiful sounds of jazz filled the room. The candles illuminated the room. The scene was gorgeous. Fitz and Liv bodies had gravitated towards each other in the booth and they were cuddled together enjoying the sounds of smooth jazz filling their ears. Next to them, Stephen had his arm draped over Abby's shoulder with her nuzzled into his side.

The saxophone was one of Liv's favorite instruments, she closed her eyes and rested her head on Fitz shoulder, and she swayed to the music. She felt him place a kiss to her forehead and she smiled. After a while, Najee was joined on stage by a female vocalist and they sang a few songs. Overall, it was a wonderful evening full of great company and music. Kemi showed up towards the end to settle the bill and wish them a wonderful evening.

Arriving back at the hotel the couples said their good evenings and headed separate ways. They were all flying back tomorrow at 11am. The elevator ride up their hotel room was interesting. Olivia walked into the elevator and Fitz followed her. They were alone. She was facing the glass wall and he was pressed right up against her. His hands were resting on the railing. His lips attacked her neck and she began grinding into him. Fitz groaned "Olivia into her ear." She knew what effect she was having on him. He used her whole name.

"Yes, Mr. Grant. Is there something you need?"

"You." Was all Fitz could get out.

The loud elevator ding let them know they had reached their floor. Fitz grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the opening doors. He was walking briskly and Olivia's much shorter legs could barely keep up with is pace. She was almost in a trot. She gave his hand a small tug.

He looked at her apologetically and slowed his pace. When they reached their room door, he dropped her hand to fish the room key out of his pocket. Once he got the door open, he clasped her hand in his again and crossed the threshold bringing her with him.

When the door closed, he locked it, scooped Olivia up, and carried her to the bedroom. On the way inside, she dropped her clutch and coat on the sofa. Once inside the bedroom Fitz placed her on her feet as he slid his coat off. Next, he began unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt, while loosening his tie. He was pacing the room like a predator with his eyes focused on her. Olivia was watching his every move. She sat down on the bench at the foot of the bed ready to take off her heels, but she heard "Don't" and halted her movements.

"I want to undress you."

She looked at him as he toed off his shoes and headed towards her. The look on his face sent a wave of pleasure through her body.

He reached out his hand before she knew it she was quickly pulled into a standing position. Lifting her chin, he placed a delicate kiss on her lips. The sexual tension was so thick in the room. The restraint he was showing in that kiss was there. Bubbling beneath the surface was a man starved for the love of his woman. When Olivia tried to deepen the kiss, he pulled back.

"Not yet."

Olivia whimpered. She wanted him and here he was playing games with her.

"Turn around."

She did as she was told and Fitz found the zipper to the back of her dress. He began kissing ever new inch of flesh revealed to him. His hot kisses down her spine set her body on fire. When the dress was completely open in the back, he could see the matching lace underwear set Olivia was wearing. He traced his tongue up her spine until he was standing directly behind her. Sliding his hands into the shoulders of the dress he slid it down her arms and watched it pool at her feet. Kneeling down he helped Olivia step out of the dress.

Looking over her shoulder, she watched as he gathered her dress and draped it across the bench. Walking in a circle around her, he admired the view before him. There she stood in her bra, panties, pantyhose and heels.

Fitz took a seat on the bench and beckoned her over to him. She walked over and stood between his thighs. Once there he rested his hands on her hips and pulled her forward. Placing soft kisses on her abdomen while his hands caressed the back of her thighs. Resting on her butt, he grabbed a handful. The filling of Fitz kisses on her stomach and his hot breath on her skin made her knees go weak. Gripping her tighter to hold her up he looked up at her and whispered.

"Don't give out on me now Livvie. It's going to be a long night."

Thanks again for reading. Until next time.