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and it took us about six months to plan this one.”
    He took a slow sip of his water , and I couldn’t help but watch those lips innocently touch the glass. My God, was I so desperate I had to watch a grown man sipping on some water?
    No , not really. I was just itching to throw this hunk of a man on the table, straddle him in front of everybody, and fuck him senseless, the entire time not giving a rat’s ass who was watching.
    Damn , he has nice , full lips too , I thought, watching him licking them softly. Getting just that small glimpse of tongue caused my clit to tingle.
    “So , what do you like to do for fun?” he asked.
    “Oh , nothing much, really…read a good book, watch old movies, chill with my friends during the weekend. But nothing as crazy as white water rafting because I like the simpler activities.”
    I smiled , which made him smile, as well.
    “I like simple things too , but every now and then, I do like to have a little fun on the side, you know.”
    “Like what?” I wondered where this conversation was going , because I was totally interested in his answer.
    He looked like he was thinking with his eyes, they moved so rapidly. But after a moment, our food came, so I figured questions would be for later on. The food was good, even though the conversation was scarce. We barely talked throughout our lunch, which was awkward. When the waitress came over to take our plates away, she asked, “Would you like dessert?”
    “Yes , please. We’ll have the number twelve,” he told her, and then, as if we’d never been interrupted, he said to me, “As far as what else I like to do for fun, it’s kind of complex. I’m more of an outdoors type—hiking, running, bike riding and such.”
    I nodded for I could tell he enjoyed the great outdoors because his body showed every bit of what he did when he wore those suits every day. I could only imagine how he would look underneath them, dressed only in a pair of boxer briefs.
    “There is one dessert I get here all the time that I know a true chocoholic like you would enjoy. I get pretty bad sometimes with my chocolate , though; I have to pace myself.”
    “Well , I can relate to that. I was pretty bad there for a while. My friends called me the candy chick.”
    He laughed at my comment , and I sat there covering my face from embarrassment at what I just said, but it was true, and I wasn’t about to lie. “I remember when I first tasted chocolate. I was five, and my mom gave me a Hershey’s Kiss. I remember opening up that silver wrapper and putting the chocolate in my mouth. I kept that Kiss in my mouth, letting it melt around my tongueand ooze into the inside of my cheeks. It was probably the single most wonderful moment of my childhood.”
    I had my eyes closed while I spoke, so I could remember that first chocolate moment. When I looked at Max again, I found him staring at me so strangely. His whole face was completely red and flustered, and he grabbed his water and took a quick gulp, only to end up coughing. I quickly patted his back, grabbed his napkin, and handed it to him.
    “Are you alright?” I asked.
    “Yeah … Sorry about that. Damn water went down the wrong pipe.” He wiped his mouth, quickly collecting himself as he looked back at me.
    What the hell brought that on , I wondered.
    “My grandparents were British , so they would send us packages during our birthdays when we were kids and also during the holidays. They would send us tons and tons of Cadbury chocolate…best I ever had. Our mom would take our chocolates and put them in a safe to lock them up from us so we wouldn’t eat too many at one time. But I was the crafty one out of the three of us—there was me, my brother and sister. I ended up making a duplicate key, and we’d sneak in and steal our chocolate. We’d run to our father’s study where the safe was hidden, and we’d get our chocolate and hide it in our rooms.”
    I found myself dying laughing over his antics;