Terri Cooke wishes she could give Mick Wentworth a piece of her mind. The infuriating stud muffin walks into her coffee shop every morning expecting his regular order at 8:57 on the dot, without ever acknowledging Terri’s presence—except for staring at her cleavage. And yet she can’t deny that Mick Wentworth has an animal magnetism that’s stronger and richer than any espresso . . . which explains why Terri says yes when he suddenly, inexplicably asks her out.

After the morning coffee run, Mick’s day is all downhill from there. His family’s marketing firm is dysfunctional in more ways than one, so to save the business, Mick desperately needs to impress their newest client. When he learns that Terri’s a fan of their trendy product, he tries to get inside her head. It doesn’t hurt that she’s the barista he’s been lusting after for the past five months. But as things heat up with Terri, Mick finds that a little steam is just the jolt he needs to turn his whole life around.

The waitress brought our salads while I tried to think of a nice way of suggesting we skip dinner and get each other off in my car before driving to my condo for a leisurely session. I wasn’t usually the one to throw myself all over a woman, but there was something about her sass and her body that made me think of nothing but hot, sweaty sex. What was worse is I was pretty sure she felt the same way and it was killing me to be a gentleman. Why hadn’t I just told Lionel take her to my place instead of the restaurant? We could have ordered delivery and I’d already be inside her.
“So what’s the deal with your tattoo?” she asked, spearing a crouton.
I coughed to hide my embarrassment. I couldn’t believe she’d noticed that.
“Are your ears turning red?” Terri asked in a fascinated voice.
“No.” They probably were. “It’s a long story.”
She leaned back in her seat and my eyes were drawn to her gorgeous chest. My cock throbbed a bit and I raised my eyes up to hers to see that she was amused. “Can’t keep your eyes off them, huh?”
“Last time I checked, I had a pulse. You’ve been teasing me with them for the past five months.”
“And yet, it took you needing breakfast for twenty-five to talk to me like a human being.”
There was a bite to her voice and I realized that I probably could have treated her a little better. “I was under a lot of pressure from work. My family is heavily involved in the business and it’s been . . .”—I sighed—“ a train wreck.”
Terri raised an eyebrow. “And . . .”
“And it’s a big pain in the ass. My father is a nightmare. My mother is worse, and my brother . . . “ Why was she shaking her head at me?
“When you hurt someone’s feelings what do you say?” she asked in a slow voice.
Taking a sip of the wine to hide my aggravation, I said, “I am not a child.”
“Stop acting like one.”
We glared at each other for a few moments. Who the hell did she think she was?
She snapped her fingers in my face. “Cat got your tongue?”
“Don’t do that.” I swatted at her hand.
“What’s the matter, don’t like it when it’s done to you?”
Okay, she had a point. The finger snapping was a little obnoxious.
“Why did you even agree to come out with me if all you’re going to do is bust my balls?” I gulped my wine and didn’t enjoy it. Maybe this was a big mistake. If I wanted to get laid, I could be at the Club Martini in an hour with much more agreeable company.
She stared me down.
I didn’t need this shit. I should throw some cash on the table and leave her there with her smart mouth and her big tits.
Except, I was pretty sure she’d stay and eat dinner and enjoy herself. Maybe that fuckhead at the bar that’s been staring at her since she walked in would come over and they would drink my wine and laugh together. Meanwhile, I’d be stewing about her all night until I saw her tomorrow morning at the Beanery.
“I’m sorry,” I forced out.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” she said.
Not anymore, unfortunately. Her attitude took care of my erection. Maybe we would just have dinner and I would put her in a taxi with a kiss goodbye. If she pissed me off enough, at least I’d be able to stop fantasizing about her. Reality never lived up.
“You’re still not off the hook about the tatt,” Terri said. “Spill it.”

Dawn: I’d do anything to keep my bookstore. It’s a safe place for all women, somewhere to let their freak flags fly. I call it sex-positive. The menfolk call it smut. That’s how I met Rory Parker, the local billionaire trying to shut me down on behalf of the “moral majority.” He walked in with an offer I couldn’t refuse . . . except I did. Now Rory wants to play dirty. Well, he picked the wrong bookseller. Let’s see how much support he still has after people get a load of the little movie I recorded of the two of us going at it like wild animals in my shop. 

Rory: I couldn’t care less how Dawn Nolan makes her money. The only thing I care about is how much she’s making. Her bookstore isn’t the kind of upscale attraction my investors want in this sleepy little tourist trap, so it’s got to go. But when Dawn personally finds out how I treat bad girls who misbehave, she seems to enjoy it as much as I do. Now I just need to destroy the copies of that video she’s threatening to post—as soon as I stop watching it. The trouble is, when I’m with her, all I want to do is get started on the sequel.

I licked my lips, thinking about throwing him down on the couch and riding him until he behaved like a good boy.
He cleared his throat, and for a moment I wondered if I said that last part aloud. “I’m offering to buy you out of the remaining five years on your lease.”
“Yup got that from the emails.”
“That you refused to take seriously. Instead, you counteroffered with trying to buy me a conscience.”
“Because I wasn’t interested in selling out.”
“The hundred and twenty is free and clear. Good as cash.”
I swallowed. “Still not interested.” In the money. The more I said no, the angrier he got, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he looked like the type to enjoy some angry sex too.
“Why? Is it not enough? I’ll double it.” He crumpled the check in his fist. “A quarter of a million dollars, if you clear out by this weekend.”
That took me by surprise. My heart thudded in my chest. If I worked twenty more years, I’d never see that much money. I could get a house, pay off my credit cards, and open a new store. I started to tell him he had a deal—
Then Millie Carter came in and the jingling bells broke the spell.
Millie flinched at seeing such a large man looming over me. Cringing against the wall, her big brown eyes filled with tears. Millie had been abused by her father, her brothers, her boyfriends, and her husband. When her husband died in a storm off Montauk, she realized she didn’t have to be anyone’s punching bag anymore. She had been a loyal customer ever since. I really saw a difference in her confidence as she bloomed into her potential. And she did it because of this store. Still, she had triggers. And whatever energy she was sensing between Rory and me had sent her to that dark place.
Not on my watch.
Reaching up, I grabbed the back of Rory’s head and kissed him on the mouth. I needed to take back some control here. He froze. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, rapping him on the teeth with the stud in my tongue until he opened up. Slitting my eyes, I saw Millie slump in relief and take a shuddering breath. I stood up on my tiptoes to deepen the kiss. Rory was frozen in shock, but I kind of liked that. Dragging my tongue over his, I smiled when Millie recovered and puttered to the back of the store. She darted a glance at us over her shoulder, to make sure I wasn’t in danger.
It’s okay, Millie. He wasn’t threatening me. I got this. I’m in control.
I was about to release Rory when he tangled his fingers in my hair, deepening the kiss. My eyes flew open in shock and then fluttered closed in bliss. Wow. Rory Parker could kiss once he had his wits back. Slanting his lips over mine, his hot mouth was frantic while our tongues dueled. Three months of flirting emails and sexual innuendos burst into real life as we made out over the counter in my bookstore.
My fingers bunched in his shirt as pleasure shot down to my toes. Pretty Boy tasted like mint and smelled even better close up. Too bad the counter was in the way; I was horny enough to grind on him right here and now. Ever since Jack took my money earlier this year and went on the road with the band, it had put a dent in my sex life, and I was feeling my long abstinence now.
The bells jingled again and I sprang away from him, looking down. Suddenly I was too shy to meet his eyes. He wasn’t supposed to have turned the tables on me.
The couple who had just come in had their noses in their guidebook, so they hadn’t witnessed me frenching one of my customers.
“Well?” Rory said, his breathing audible.
I forced myself to look into his scorching hazel eyes. I felt like purring. “I’ll think about it.”
Tossing a twenty onto the counter, he scooped up the book. “Keep the change. I’ll be back later for your final answer.”
He had an incredible ass. I savored the taste of him in my mouth and found that I was looking forward to seeing the billionaire douche bag again.

USA Today bestselling author, Jamie K. Schmidt, writes erotic contemporary love stories and paranormal romances.  Her steamy, romantic comedy, Life’s a Beach, reached #65 on USA Today, #2 on Barnes & Noble and #9 on Amazon and iBooks.  Her Club Inferno series from Random House’s Loveswept line has hit both the Amazon and Barnes & Noble top one hundred lists. The first book in the series, Heat, put her on the USA Today bestseller list for the first time, and is a #1 Amazon bestseller.  Her dragon paranormal romance series from Entangled Publishing, has been called “fun and quirky” and “endearing.” Partnered with New York Times bestselling author and former porn actress, Jenna Jameson, Jamie’s hardcover debut, SPICE, continues Jenna’s FATE trilogy.

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