The Infamous Ellen James(23)

"Figured out that we've met before the day I came to Regency and scandalized you in the supply room?" He winks at me before taking a swig of his beer.

"So I'm not going crazy when I get a sense of déjà vu every time I see you?"

"No, you are most definitely not crazy. But you definitely have the most mesmerizing green eyes I've ever seen. They are driving me crazy." His gaze is determined and exuding enough heat that I could probably go ahead and take my clothes off right now…

"Are you trying to hit on me, Dr. Hamilton?" I look at him coyly.

"Maybe. Is it working?"

"Maybe." I'm lost in his eyes. Deep, blue, and completely overwhelming. Trent's eyes are like nothing I've ever seen before. I would crawl across this dirty bar floor on my hands and knees just to get a chance to gaze into his baby blues. I would agree to let Amy watch us have sex if it meant those eyes would be staring down at me the entire time, watching me come hard around his cock. I would do a lot of things for those eyes, and not a single one of them would be deemed okay to discuss in the company of other people. Those eyes make me visualize a thousand different sexual positions. If I ever found a porno that had a man with Trent's eyes, I'd end up with carpal tunnel from incessant masturbation.

"All right, little spitfire, it's your turn to take a shot." Trent places salt on his index finger, the shot glass on the bar, and the lime in his mouth, smiling big and wagging his eyebrows suggestively.

I laughed loudly. "You are ridiculous."

He just nods yes and continues to grin at me.

I lean down and slowly lick the salt from his index finger then suck his finger into my mouth for a minute, long enough to let him know what my tongue is capable of. He gives an almost pained look and I swear I hear a small groan escape from his lips. I slowly take his finger out of my mouth before leaning down towards the bar. I wrap my lips around the shot glass and, without using my hands, tilt my head back and let the tequila flow down the back of my throat.

Trent's gaze gets a little darker as I place the shot glass back on the bar and go for the lime. I lightly lick his bottom lip with my tongue and then take the lime out of his mouth and proceed to suck the juice out.

"Mmmmmmm," I purr before placing the lime into my empty shot glass.

I think I prefer my tequila Trent style.

Trent just stares back at me, eyes wide. He finally seems to come to his senses when he shakes his head slightly and smirks as he runs his fingers through his hair. "All right, Elle. It's my turn again."

"Only if you promise to tell me how we've met before." I point a finger at him, letting him know I mean business with this request. I need to know why I get this feeling of déjà vu every time I'm near him.

"Deal." He shoots a wink my way as he stacks our empty shot glasses and slides them towards the edge of the bar.

I order another round from Johnny. My horny vagina and puppy tits—yeah, I said it—decide to take charge of this one and make things interesting. I place the salt on my hand, shot glass between my tits, and lime wedge in my mouth. Trent meets my gaze for a second before his eyes focus in on my chest.

"You're going to be the death of me."

"Are you talking to me or my tits?" I'm mentally applauding myself for wearing my favorite Pink Floyd tank that shows off the perfect amount of cleavage.

"Does it really matter?" He unwillingly pulls his eyes back to mine.

I just grin back at him and shrug my shoulders slightly. He slowly licks the salt off of my hand and, without breaking eye contact, leans forward to take the shot glass from my cleavage. Just feeling his hot breath near my chest makes my nipples harden instantly. With perfect finesse and several intentional face-to-breast brushes, Trent removes the shot glass with his lips and tilts it back. He surprises me a little by actually taking the time to place the shot glass back where he got it from.

Oh my…

Nipples hard? Check.

Panties wet? Check.

I'm going to need my newly named Trent Hamilton vibrator tonight.

Trent slowly comes up to my lips and starts to suck on the lime while it's still in my mouth. This is the hottest, most painful foreplay I've ever experienced. My foggy brain decides that the lime is in my way of tasting this fine specimen of a man. I quickly slide the lime from my mouth, grasp the back of his neck, and then kiss him softly on his lips. A small moan escapes my mouth as that soft kiss turns fierce. His tongue slides passed my lips and I accept him with nothing but horny enthusiasm. Trent possessively pillages my mouth with passionate, rough kisses.

Nipples still hard? Check.

Panties still wet? Check.

Panties really wet? Double check.