Page 33 of Too Sweet

If this is what Owen is like, I shudder to think what awaits me when we finally meet Mills.

After the soft launch ends, and the girls close the store, Cooper offers to walk Harmony home, leaving Summer and me to clean up.

I don’t mind it. Harmony and Cooper have things to talk about.

Summer and I clean tables and mop the floor in the dining room, then tackle the mess in the back.

“How do you think things went?” Summer asks, starting the dishwasher.

“Good. I didn’t get any samples, but the feedback was all positive.”

She looks disappointed.

“Baby, I’m sorry!”

I laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ve sampled almost everything in the store. I think I’ve gained ten pounds in the last month.”

Summer frowns over her shoulder at me from where she’s busy cleaning out the sink. “Me too, actually. I’m busting out of this bra.”

That shouldn’t turn me on, especially with how Summer’s been feeling lately, but it does.

I move behind her, lifting her top, running my hands over her ribs, careful not to touch her where she’s been complaining about soreness. “Then you should take it off.”

Summer pushes back against me with a sexy whimper. “Maybe you should help me with that.”

She hasn’t been in the mood for sex in the last few days, which is fine with me. I’m a grown man, after all.

But if my girl wants help with her bra, what choice do I have?

I carefully undo the clasp at the center of her back, and Summer works the straps off under her shirt, pulling the bra off through her sleeve. I fucking love that trick. Especially when she turns around, and I can see her nipples pushing out through her top.

“Better?” I ask, circling my arms around her waist. Her soapy hands go around my neck.

“Since you didn’t get to try anything, I’ve been saving something new for you,” she says.

“What’s that?”

Summer gives me a soft peck on the lips and backs away, going to the freezer.

I watch as she scoops a serving of frozen pink stuff into a paper cup. “Babe, can you grab the sprinkles? Not the regular jimmies, the fancy flavored ones I just ordered.”

“Aye-aye, Captain.”

I retrieve the bucket of gold, silver, and pink heart-shaped sprinkles, then watch as she spoons some of them over the pink frozen stuff.

“What’s this called?”

“It’s berry-flavored frozen yogurt with white chocolate sprinkles. I call it Date Night.”

She holds out a spoon, and I taste it. The flavor bursts on my tongue. I can think of a million ways to eat her sprinkles, and none of them involve a spoon.

“Awesome,” I tell her.

Summer lights up. “Really?”

“Are you surprised? You’re a friggin’ genius, baby. I don’t know where you come up with your ideas.”

Her slow blink is something I haven’t seen in a few days. “I have lots more ideas where that came from.”

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