Entice - By Ella Frank Page 0,55

body, Shelly lifted her legs to his hips and wrapped them around his ass. She then reached down and brought the end of her shirt to her mouth. “Do your best, rock star,” she challenged, and then clamped her teeth around the material.

***

Josh gripped her naked hips and hauled her tighter to his body, if that was possible. He felt like his cock was encased in a warm fist. Although she was dripping wet, she was so tight that Josh thought he might have hurt her at first, but no, it was clear that Shelly was ready to enjoy the ride.

Rocking his hips a little, Josh closed his eyes and groaned.

“Do you need something to keep you quiet?” she asked from below.

Opening his eyes, he noticed Shelly had removed her shirt from her mouth and now had her hands busy, squeezing her bra-covered breasts.

“Pull it down,” he instructed, watching as she immediately obeyed.

He flexed his hips, and she moaned softly as she pinched her tight nipples.

“Make me scream, Josh.”

Never one to disappoint a lady, Josh gripped her hips and ass and started to slowly pull out of her snug body. Her eyes latched onto his, and her hips chased his as he thrust home.

“Fuck, Georgia,” he hissed, starting to move his hips at a fast and steady clip.

He couldn’t slow down. The climax was barreling down his spine, urging him toward completion. There was not a damn thing he could do about it.

Looking down at the sexy woman below him, he watched as one of her hands slid down her body to where his cock was sliding in and out, and then she touched him. Her flirty little fingers stroked his wet cock with each pull out and every thrust back in until his climax gripped him hard, and he gritted his teeth. He felt her body grip his cock tight while he heard her muffled scream. He clenched his jaw and flew over the edge of sanity with her.

***

Later that night as they sat around the dining room table, Josh started to wonder how he could have gone from feeling such bliss only an hour or so earlier to such extreme awkwardness.

Dinner was painful as he sat opposite Shelly while her mother and father sat on each end. At least, the food, roast beef and vegetables, was absolutely delicious. As the meal was winding down, Josh could sense a shift in the air. Now that the small talk was over, it seemed the real stuff was about to happen.

He just wasn’t sure what the “real stuff” involved.

Josh had been right in his first opinion of Dr. Lawrence Monroe. He did look like the actor Robert Redford. He had sandy blonde hair that was a little longer than a classic, clean cut, and his eyes were a piercing blue that seemed to slice right into you without a second thought. Did I mention the man is tall?

By the looks of him, he was tall and strong, not at all fitting Josh’s picture of a doctor. Usually, doctors were wiry, lean, and intellectual. Not this guy—this guy looked like a tough quarterback.

“So, Joshua, what is it that you do?”

“Here we go,” Shelly muttered as she picked up her glass of red wine.

“What? I’m just askin’ the boy what he does for a livin’,” her father told her matter-of-factly.

“He’s not a boy, Father, and you weren’t just asking. You’re judging when you have no room to.”

“Shel, please,” her mother whispered.

Josh decided that now was a good time to answer. “I’m in construction.”

Josh watched as Shelly stiffened in her seat, and then he noticed her father arch the same damn eyebrow she used.

“You work in a construction crew?”

Josh thought about this and wondered if it were a trick question. He looked to Shelly, who was taking another sip of her wine. Then, she did something he wouldn’t have expected. She gave him a smug look and turned to her father.

Suddenly, it all fell together as he sat there in the firing line. He was the target. For some reason, she had brought him all the way across the country to deflect her father’s bullets onto an unsuspecting bystander—him.

While he didn’t overly care about this man’s opinion, Shelly’s behavior pissed him off. So, she did care that he was in construction, or so she thought, and she had decided to use that to as ammunition against her father..

Nice, Man-Eater, real nice.

“Yes, I work with a construction crew—as in building things, such as restaurants, offices,