Page 66 of Christmas in Coconut Creek

“Extra points for opening doors, holding hands, not sweating on said hands. Appropriate and well-fitting outfit.” Her eyes roamed over me. “A haircut wouldn’t hurt.”

I shrugged as we passed beneath a traffic light. “More to hold onto.”

She laughed. “God, do you ever turn it off?”

“Why would I when you’re sitting in my passenger seat with your dress around your hips like that practically daring me to pull over?”

That perfect bottom lip got a fresh bite, and she flipped her notepad closed. “Negatives: frisky touching, suggestive commentary—”

“Flirting,” I corrected her.

“Complete misunderstanding ofThe Great Gatsby.”

“The eyes are watching, the weather is hot, the green light blinks.”

“If flight training doesn’t work out I’m sure they’ll hire you at CliffsNotes.” She shifted in her seat to face me, and that dress slid up even higher.Fuck,please be wearing panties or I’m gonna drive off the goddamn road.

“Anything else, smartass? I might not be too dusty after all.”

“Yeah, your truck.”

“My truck?” I scoffed. “This truck is a machine. What’s wrong with my truck?”

“No bench seat.”

I lifted the large center console to reveal a middle seat between us. “Try again.”

Ophelia tossed her notebook onto the dash and unbuckled her seatbelt.

“What are you doing?” My attention waned between her and the highway. She stretched her top half across the bench, lying on her stomach. Her head was so close to my crotch that my palms started to sweat.

“Date’s over,” she noted mischievously.

I blew out an unsteady breath and my dick picked up a pulse as she reached out and unfastened my belt buckle, little fingers working at the bulge of my zipper. My entire stomach tensed in anticipation.

“Tell me you’re wearing your panties.”

She stopped briefly to smirk up at me.Fuck, that view.Then, she pulled her dress up past her perfect, tan-lined ass to show me there wasn’t even a goddamn string of fabric between my fingers and that sweet pussy. “You’re fucking trouble,” I mumbled. “But you know that already, huh?”

“I want to even the playing field.” She continued working on my shorts until my fly was completely loose. “So far I’m the only one that’s gotten any benefits out of this friendship.”

“I’ve gotten plenty,” I rasped, right hand abandoning the steering wheel to slide down her back and take a handful of bare skin. “This is breaking a whole list of laws, O.”

I checked the rearview and the side mirrors to see how alone we were. My chest pounded and every ounce of blood in my body did a deep dive to my crotch the second she reached beneath the band of my briefs to pull me out.

Another room at the fun house. This was roadhead Ophelia, and I hoped I never figured her out.

“Oh,” she mumbled. Seemingly to herself, but I heard every soft note of it.

“You don’t have to,” I told her, all the while using my free hand to massage the tense muscles at the back of her neck. She wrapped her fingers around me and I groaned like a fucking virgin. “It’s been a while.”

“Just drive, Frankie.” My focus shifted entirely to my lap as that first sampling lick of her tongue swept across the head of my cock. “Sweet,” she whispered.

Sweet.She called the taste of me sweet, and my legs tensed so hard I probably pulled a muscle. Then she licked me again, and again, and the knot in my stomach unfurled with pleasure and spread its way down to my toes.

“That’s real fucking good.” Flyaway hairs started falling in front of her eyes and I pushed them to the side. “Get me all wet.”

O took that literally, reeling her head back the tiniest bit and spitting on it.

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