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stares at my mouth as he talks.
    "Humm. Married? Kids?"
    "Yes and no," Kevin says, smiling. "I'm divorced, but I do have two wonderful little girls." His face beams with pride, even in the low lighting of the bar.
    "You're a proud dad, I see."
    "You could say that. My oldest Rebecca just started high school, smart as a whip. She wants to be an engineer. I’m not sure I can afford it." He sips his drink and politely raises a finger to signal our waitress. "The youngest—her name's Julie—she's in seventh grade trying to figure out her hormones."
    We laugh, and it's less awkward this time around.
    "I have a sister. I understand."
    Our waitress saunters over again with her tight skinny jeans and over-processed blonde locks. "Same?" Her eyes dart between Kevin and I.
    "Sure," he says.
    "You know," I interject, "I'll have a shot of tequila."
    Kevin chuckles. "Going hard?" He laughs more when my eyebrows go up as I grin. "You know what," he tells the waitress, "I'll have one too."
    "No problem," she says before scooting off.
    "So, I want to know more about what you do." I'm prodding, forcing him to talk about himself. Less attention on me, just like I prefer. "Where was the last place you've traveled to?"
    "Last week I was home with my girls—a well needed rest, I'll say."
    "What part of Jersey?"
    "Right around Hoboken," Kevin says.
    It's a polite brush off, and I don't blame him. We just met.
    "And you?"
    I decide to indulge him. "Home is Chicago, but I've recently relocated to metro D.C." This is almost true.
    Blondie sets our shots down in front of us before disappearing in the dark club again. I tip the shot glass and drink mine in one gulp.
    "How do you like it?" Kevin turns his body toward me, obviously flirting now. I feel the buzz of the alcohol already, and my panties are moist.
    "It's okay." I shrug. "Great restaurants, beautiful suburbs."
    Only now am I impressed by Blondie. She brings more shots and water before we can ask. This time, I go for the lime and salt with Kevin. I raise the glass in his direction. "Cheers."
    "Cheers," he responds.
    Seconds later, we're feeling the rush of tequila and the sour-sweet of lime that follows. I pick up my cigar and fish for my lighter.
    "How about we dance instead?" Kevin says quickly, stopping me mid-flick.
    I listen and notice the band was doing a pretty good cover of Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing ". Oh, why not? To signal my consent, I slide out of my seat and Kevin takes me by the arm.
    On the dance floor Kevin wastes no time turning me on. His hands gently glide down my hips, his fingertips resting on the fleshy part of my ass. Guiding me, he grinds into my pelvic bone, holding me close. I feel his breath on my shoulder, smell the musky cologne he wears. I notice a few eyes on us just before Kevin spins me around artfully. He briefly breaks body contact, then pulls me back inside his arms. I lean my head back, becoming one with the bass guitar's rhythm and Kevin's touch. He kisses my neck, leaving behind just enough saliva for me to feel the heat of his breath on the wet spot. Before I know it, the song is over and the band has moved on to a more upbeat number. I'm wet, tipsy and horny. Briefly, I think of the way Adam's thickness reached all my depths earlier. I glance over and am immediately disappointed. I've caught Kevin yawning.
    "Too late for you, huh?"
    He looks up at me, a sheepish smile plastered on his chiseled face. "Sorry. It's not you, trust me. It's been a long day, long flight, long everything."
    Although I really wanted to smoke my cigar, I relent. "It's okay. We can go." I clutch my purse and start toward the door before Kevin can pretend to object. He follows behind me, hailing a cab as he walks out the front door of the cigar bar. It's late, so a cab comes in no time. We slide in.
    "The Kimpton," I say to the driver. I notice Kevin flash a look in my direction. "What?"
    "Nothing. I like a woman who knows how to handle herself."
    "Well, good." I look out