Christmas in Coconut Creek (Dirty Delta, #1)

by Karissa Kinword

He straightened his back with a weak grunt, and clasped his hands together on his lap. “Have sex with me.” I blinked rapidly, and my pulse stuttered. That was the most blatant way a man had ever tried to coerce me into doing him. It was also comical that this was what Frankie needed so desperately to talk to me about that he stopped doing the string of things that would have led directly to me having sex with him. I was so taken aback that the only real response I gave was a confused, nervous laugh. “Yes, Ophelia. Have a lot of mind-blowing, filthy sex with me.” “What’s the catch here?” I asked. “You’re saying a lot of things that I’m liking, but I know there’s something else rattling around in that head.” “It’s obvious that we’re in dangerous waters with each other,” he said. “I can’t look at you for more than ten seconds in those fucking shorts without thinking about what they’d look like on my bedroom floor.” Now I couldn’t either. “There’s no hiding that I have my shit with my ex. I’m just looking for someone to get me back on track, and I know you’re a hundred Olympic snowboarders deep in Colorado.” I snorted. “I fucking wish.” “The point is, both of us are in a situation where we can have some fun right now.” “Like, friends with benefits?” I raised my eyebrow. “Like friends with benefits.”