The Dairy Queen!

Derrick was running a virtual meeting when Jane slipped through the front door. He ended the call so fast the screen was still glowing. “Are you trying to get me fired?” he joked, a crooked smile pulling at his mouth. Jane flicked her hair back and laughed. “You’re the boss, remember? You get to break every rule you want.” Then she leveled a finger at him. “And while we’re on rules—you’ve been skipping my calls. Stop that, or the free ice-cream ends today.” He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly serious. “I’ve been thinking maybe I’m too old to be sneaking around with someone whose dad calls me his best friend.” “I’m old enough to pick who I want,” she shot back. “We like each other. Screw what anybody else thinks.” That settled it. Derrick pulled her in, his hands already busy, kissing her until she melted against him. Piece by piece the clothes hit the floor, and he set his mind to tasting every inch of her—far sweeter, he decided, than any scoop behind a counter.