His whiskey flavored lips kissed a trail down your neck to your shoulder and back up again.

"Tell me why you're refusing it, sugar." He teased. He had been doing this to you for the last five minutes, backstage at one of Dean Martin's shows.

"We are here to support Dean, he's your best friend. We can't do this when we are supposed to be out there cheering him on."

"We could do it quickly, darling. We never last long anyhow." He pulled your lips into a passionate kiss. Deep down you knew you wanted it just as much as he did, but you knew the longer you held off the better it would be back in the hotel room.

"Frank not now." He groaned once you pulled away. You stood up and flattened your skirt before checking yourself in the mirror.

"When you're dressed like that it's hard to keep it cool, maybe I should stop bringing you places." He teasingly slapped your bottom. You chuckled at his antics.

"When we get back to the room, I'm all yours, Frankie."

"That's good darling. I'd be worried otherwise." He pulled you back in for one last kiss before taking your hand and guiding you to the wings.