About Naughty: Peppermint Twist

by Jeanette Grey
24 pages / 6600 words
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Jonas is a straight-laced executive whose only weaknesses are his peppermint mochas and the barista at his favorite coffee shop. After months of being taunted by the man behind the counter, Jonas finally snaps and calls him out for his naughty behavior. When Jonas threatens to take the barista over his knee, he gets a much more enthusiastic response than he ever would have expected.

Sample

"Jonas? One venti low-fat Peppermint Dream Mocha Latte with no whipped cream," the barista called. Only, even as the man was speaking, he was also depressing the plunger on the whipped cream dispenser, placing a generous dollop atop the surface of the steaming liquid before snapping on the lid and pushing the cup across the counter. The entire time, he was staring straight at Jonas, his grin cocksure and condescending and his eyebrow raised in a silent challenge, as if he were begging Jonas to do something about his defiance.

Jonas' mouth set into a firm line as he stepped forward and reached for his drink. For the briefest instant, his fingertips brushed warm skin around the side of the cup, and he felt a shiver rush up his spine as the other man slowly let go.

Without even looking at the cup, Jonas spoke sharply, his voice thick with both anger and arousal. "I said no whipped cream."

"I know." The barista shrugged and grabbed the next order, beginning to work on it while still holding Jonas' gaze, finally releasing it only to let his eyes drift down over his chest to the hard line across the front of his slacks. Licking his lips, the man quirked up an eyebrow before meeting Jonas' eyes again. "I just thought you looked like a man who could use a little cream."

Desire and rage both rushed through Jonas' body, and he slammed the cup back down on the counter, growling only, "Fix it."

"Happily." Only instead of making a fresh drink like Jonas had expected, the man simply popped off the top and used a spoon to scrape off the offending material. Bringing the dripping spoonful to his lips, he said, "Personally, I can never get enough cream in my mouth."

Jonas' cock throbbed as he watched the man's thick, pink tongue reach out to lick a bit of white foam from the edge of his lip, his hands all but itching to reach across the half-wall between them. To grab the barista by his jaw and to curl a fist into his hair.

To take him over his knee and spank that cocky grin right off his face.