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gave his balls one final squeeze then put that hand on the back of his thigh. A low roar of pleasure rumbled up from his chest as he continued to drive deep into her willing wetness. He could feel her nails digging through his slacks as he moved.
    “Shit!” he shouted as he unloaded deep into her mouth.
    Arissa never relented or lessened until he had nothing left to give. With a pop, she released him from her mouth and stood slowly. Her eyes swirled with passion as she held his gaze. Arissa gently put his softening cock back into his boxers and pants. She trailed her fingers up his chest to touch his cheek.
    “I need a drink,” she murmured before stepping away from him and going towards his refrigerator.
    Legs still a bit shaky, Deiter remained against the door for a moment until he felt he could walk without embarrassing himself. He pushed away and headed to where she leaned against the counter drinking a bottle of water. He trapped her there, placing his arms on either side of her. He nuzzled into the side of her neck before he pressed tender kisses there.
    “Thank you,” he muttered.
    Arissa turned in his arms. “I need to go get changed before the buffet.” She slipped a hand through his hair. “Meet you down there?”
    He turned his head and looked at the blue digital readout on the clock. About an hour until the buffet began. Deiter wanted to be selfish, wanted to keep her to himself. He nodded.
    “Okay, sounds like a plan.”
    She ducked under his arm and walked towards the door. When she began to open it he reached out and wrapped his fingers around her wrist. Her eyes opened wide with surprise.
    Deiter stared at her. “Arissa…I…I…”
    Her gaze softened but he could read the retreat on her face. “I’ll meet you later.” After kissing her fingertips, she pressed them to his lips. “Bye.” Then she slipped out and closed the door in his face.
    “Fuck,” he expelled as his head fell forward to rest against the wood.
    Every time he closed his eyes, even at night, it was Arissa he saw. He wanted more than a vacation fling with her. Arissa Wright was a woman you married, took home to meet the parents and raised children with. And that’s what he wanted. He just didn’t know how to broach it with her. The way she’d reacted during that incident in the restaurant, he knew she was damn good at what she did. And was passionate about it.
    Shoving his hand through his hair, he went to grab some different clothes and a shower. As he dried off, he chuckled. Who knew I’d wear so many different outfits in a day?
    Ten minutes before midnight he got off the elevator and strode to where the buffet was going to be. Rounding a corner, he smiled as his gaze landed on Arissa. Her dark shirt and faded jeans looked amazing on her, and he could see bare toes peeking out. The warm breeze moved through her short hair, ruffling the strands.
    Like she had a sixth sense, she turned her head towards him and a beautiful smile graced her features. She adjusted her stance so she was propped against the railing, he watched her gaze remain steady upon him as he closed the remainder of the distance between them.
    “Ready?” he asked, stopping before her.
    “I’m always ready for chocolate.” She ran her hand down his arm and laced their fingers before tugging on him. “Let’s go.”
    “Worried it’s all gonna be gone?” Deiter almost choked with laughter at the ‘hell yeah’ expression on her face. Holding up his free hand he said, “Okay, okay. I’m right behind you.”
    The words had barely left him when she turned again and began pulling him towards the door. Glancing up at the star-studded sky, Deiter smiled, thanked God, and gave himself over to the joy Arissa exuded.
    He’d never seen so much chocolate in his life. There were landmarks, animals, amazing geometric designs and so much more. And Arissa seemed to be in heaven. She moved nimbly through the increasingly packed room and just when he figured