Entice - By Ella Frank Page 0,100

a sassy finger, tapping his nose playfully.

Reaching up, he grabbed that finger and squeezed it tight as he brought it down from his face. “Watch where you’re pointing that,” he warned her.

He noticed her eyes narrow as she took a step closer to him.

Suddenly, everyone seemed to vanish from the room except for him and Shelly.

“Or else?” she inquired.

Josh felt his cock stir. Every single emailed word, innuendo, and thought that had crossed his mind over the last couple of months flashed before his eyes, and he was a millisecond away from dragging her somewhere, anywhere, to act them all out.

That was when Mason came up behind him and clapped him on the shoulder.

“Okay, guys, let’s eat!” his friend declared.

***

An hour later, Shelly was still seated opposite Josh, and she had to admit that he looked sexy as hell. He was dressed in black slacks, something she had never seen him in, and a white button-up shirt that had been left loose and unbuttoned at the neck. Just as she licked her lips in anticipation of finally nibbling that spot, he looked up and locked gazes with her.

Shelly pulled out her dirtiest smile, directing it at him, as she relaxed back into her chair, taking a sip of her wine. The man was making her crazy with all of the stolen glances, promising hot, sweaty, back-scratching sex. It was amazing she had even made it through dinner with the obvious sexual tension he was throwing her way.

She wanted him, and she wanted him now.

“So, Shelly, are you ready for tomorrow?”

Lena’s voice cut through her sensual haze, and she turned to look at her friend.

“Yep, I sure am. All I have to do is walk down the aisle, and then stand off to your side, right?”

Lena grinned, nodding. “Yeah, that’s it. Nothing special and nothing complicated. Just a simple, smooth wedding that will give me full legal rights to claim him.” She grinned up at Mason.

Mason took that opportunity to bend down and kiss her gently on the lips.

As he did that, Shelly looked over to Rachel, who was watching them both with an odd expression. She almost looked sad. Shelly didn’t know what that was about, but when Rachel looked her way, she plastered on a grin. Shelly returned it, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

Then, Shelly looked back across the table to the man she had been missing for the last month or so. He was finally here. She could actually touch him and tell him what she had been thinking about and what she had decided. She could finally ask him how he felt.

Her face must have given something away because all of a sudden he stood and made an announcement rather boldly.

“Shelly and I need to leave.”

Shelly looked around the table at the shocked faces that were now looking at her.

“We do?”

Josh nodded, and then moved away from his chair, pushing it in under the table. Then, he gripped the back of it, and Shelly noticed his knuckles were going white.

“Yeah, we do,” he replied in a voice that warranted no questions and no explanations.

Shelly looked at his clenched jaw, then her eyes dropped down to his slacks, and—damn it, his shirt is covering his crotch.

Standing slowly, Shelly noticed Lena and Mason grinning like idiots, and then she turned to see Rachel looking at Josh like he had three heads.

Huh, apparently, this side of Delicious Daniels isn’t often exposed, and quite honestly, Shelly wasn’t sure she recognized him either.

She moved around the table and made her way toward Josh.

When she got there, she whispered, “In a rush?”

Josh grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her toward the front door.

When they were out of view from the table, he made a quick detour, pulling her into the coatroom. The small space was dark, and as he tugged her inside and shut the door, they were thrown into pitch blackness.

***

Josh was going insane.

He had tried to be civil, play it nice, laugh, socialize, and all of that good stuff, but what it boiled down to was he wanted his hands and mouth on this woman. He planned to achieve that—right this second.

As he clicked the lock on the door, he moved forward and backed her up to the wall. She stumbled a little due to his haste, and when she was finally flush up against it, she dropped her bag.

He moved directly in front of her until his hands were by each side of her head on the wall.

“Did