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“Then I won’t stop.” She kept up the steady rhythm for a while, as her pulse slowed and lingering ripples of pleasure from a truly amazing climax slowly faded into a satisfied glow.
So what if she couldn’t walk tomorrow?
This morning, her legs and belly muscles had been stiff and sore for the first hour or two, before she warmed up and stretched. Tomorrow morning, she was going to beepicallysore. She was going to need a hot shower and a handful of Advil with breakfast.
Then she remembered that tomorrow was Sunday.Oh crap.
Her parents would definitely notice something was up if she ghosted Sunday morning services at church. They knew perfectly well that the diner didn’t open until 9:30 a.m. on Sundays.
If they haven’t figured it out already. Mom had certainly given her overnight bag a Look when Summer encountered her on the way out of the ranch house a couple of hours ago.
But at least Mom hadn’tsaidanything, so Summer could keep on pretending that her mother didn’t know her daughter had spent last night having lots of fun naked time with Brock. And was planning to do the same tonight.
They’d sure gotten off to a good start.
This morning, she had rated last night’s sex as her best ever. Brock had just surpassed that. Her bones felt like melting butter, and his warm breath tickled her nipple in just the right way.
“So, I was thinking…” she began.
Brock groaned. The vibration teased her breast, making her shiver with pleasure. “If you’re still thinking right now, then I’m doing something wrong.”
Summer laughed. “This is actually something that’s been in my head for a few days now.”
“Okay. Shoot.” But before she could launch into her spiel, he licked her nipple.
“No fair!”
“I’m listening,” he said in a deceptively mild tone. But then he moved the arm slung across her hips and began teasing the tip of her other breast with a deliciously callused thumb.
A familiar warm pulse rekindled between her legs. “You’re evil. You know that, right?”
She tried to corral her thoughts. Thanks to his fresh assault on her senses, they ran every which way, like geese being chased by a determined toddler. “It’s about The Yummy Cowboy Diner makeover. I’ve been thinking about what you told me. I’m going to contact Geoff and see if he can come up with some low-cost design ideas that’ll refresh the dining room but not destroy the spirit of the place.”
“Who the fuck is Geoff?” Brock’s tone was suddenly hostile. He stopped his sensual tease. “Someone back in San Francisco? Yourboyfriend?”
Good grief, is Brock actually jealous?
“No, Geoff Schaefer. My sister Winnie’s fiancé. You know, the guy who designs all of the interiors on her show?”
“Oh. Yeah. Okay. I’ve never seen her show. But it sounds good to me.”
“Happy to hear it,” Summer retorted. “Because, according to your alarm clock, I still have an hour left of being the boss.” She hesitated. “But you’re really okay with renovating the dining room?”
“Yeah, I’m fine with it. And thanks for not trying to turn my diner into an expensive, white tablecloths, big-city kind of restaurant.”
“You’refinewith it?” she echoed in disbelief. “Brock Michaels, you realize this is the first time you haven’t given me a knee-jerk no when I make a suggestion?”
“Can’t sass the boss ladytoomuch,” he murmured, resuming his delightful toying with her breasts. “At least not until nine p.m. rolls around.” Another slow, sensuous lick. “And I’ve been doing some thinking of my own.”
“Oh?” Her breath was coming faster now. It was taking effort to continue his scalp massage.
“Yeah. Hey, if the next few weeks of dinner service go well, what do you think about expanding the dining room? I’m thinking of buying the old Cooperman’s Hardware & Ranch Supply building next door. It’s been vacant for a while. If we knocked a few walls down and fixed up the space, we could double our current seating capacity. More customers, more money.”
“That sounds interesting,” she ventured. “I like that you’re looking ahead to the future. With any luck, Grandma Abigail will forgive your mortgage and loans when September rolls around.”
“Great. Glad you agree. My buddy Dave, the one who works at the Ranchers Federated credit union, told me last week that they’re offering business loans at really good rates. What do you say we look into it sooner than September? If we buy the Cooperman building before anyone else snaps it up, it could be a really good investment.”
Crap. Her heart began pounding. She hadn’t expected this turn in the conversation.
