Orange

Frank doesn't believe in love, only sex. Parolee Roy is the object of Frank's bad-boy fantasies, and he's happy to be Frank's conquest. Except Frank isn't the bad boy he seems, and there might be more between them than friends with benefits. Frank Sinclair believes only in the visceral, the real, what he can touch and taste. After all, his mother left him when he was five years old, so how can love exist? His next sexual conquest is what makes his world go around, not romance and happily ever after. The hot guy he sees working along the highway in an orange jumpsuit fuels his bad-boy fantasies. Coincidentally, the guy shows up at the gas station across the street from his apartment building, and you can bet hes going to take his shot. Roy Ingalls is his bad-boy parolee in orange, and hes ready and oh-so-willing to be Franks next conquest. But Roy isnt quite the bad boy he seemsdeep down hes sweet, nave and the most intoxicating man Frank has ever met. The sex is the best of their lives, but can a man who mistrusts love and another who isnt ready to admit hes actually gay ever move beyond friends with benefits?