The Infamous Ellen James(8)

He puts his hand out towards me and I hesitantly place my hand in his; the warmth of his palm makes my nipples tighten immediately.

Jesus, Elle, you're at work! Calm your tits!

I'm in complete shock over my body's reaction to a simple handshake. I quickly compose myself and remove my hand from his scorching, muscular grip.

"Infamous, huh? Well I'm not sure why, but hopefully it's for good reason. It's a pleasure, Dr. Hamilton."

"Yes, Ellen, the pleasure is all mine, and please, call me Trent," he replies with a smirk.

Damn, sexy, smirking, too-hot-for-my-own-good doctor. And of course he's a surgeon! After John, I already promised myself…NO MORE DOCTORS! This guy is going to make that promise very hard to keep.

I'm already mentally taking pictures of him for my spank bank. Don't judge me. Everyone has a spank bank. Your go-to mental pictures that you keep stored away for when it's time to finger-bang yourself.

Diddle your skittle. Flick your bean. Fluff your muff. Double-click your mouse…

Anyone who denies the need for a spank bank is an uptight prude who could use a good double plow. See what I did there with the yoga sexual innuendo?

"Okay, Trent," I retort with a tight smile. A tight smile because my nipples and snatch have betrayed me and seem to find Trent Hamilton worthy of hot, dirty sex.

"So, is it just Ellen, or do you go by anything else?”

"Yes, it's Ellen, but I also go by Ellie—I mean Elle. I also go by Elle.”

What? Why did I say Ellie first? Freudian slip?

The only man who has ever called me Ellie is John.

"Well, I look forward to working with you. Would you mind showing me around the department?” He asks expectantly while continuing to hold my gaze with his beautiful blue eyes. I reluctantly pull away from his stare and glance over at Tony. I'm trying to find a way out of this scenario, because I really don't trust my sexually frustrated body near this man.

"I've actually got a few patients to see, but I'm sure Tony would love to. Right, Tony?” I say to Tony, who is sitting at the computer next me.

”Sorry, Elle, I'm a little busy here," Tony responds without even looking up from his computer screen.

I can tell he's furiously attempting to catch up on charting. Obviously, he waited until the end of his shift to chart for all of his patients, because he's a procrastinating asshole with horrible timing and no sense of how his procrastination MAY AFFECT MY LIFE! Ugh!

Damn you, Tony, and your shitty, shitty time management skills!

“All right, well I guess I can take a few minutes to show you around, Dr. Hamilton." I get out of my chair and motion for him to follow me. "Let's head back towards our supplies and work our way out."

"Sounds like a plan," Dr. Hamilton—or should I say Dr. Beautiful—answers with a voice that does things to me I am not even ready to admit. My muff, on the other hand… Well, she is practically wetting herself right now.

We walk into the supply room, and this man has me so on edge that I jump a little as the door closes shut behind us.

"So this is the supply room. Pretty much everything you could possibly need is back here. I doubt you'll be spending much time here though. That's what nurses are for, right, Doctor?" I ask sarcastically.

I turn away from him and attempt to point out some specific supplies, but warm breath on the back of my neck makes me forget my train of thought.

What is with this man?

He's already got me fantasizing about all kinds of kinky sex positions with him: Double plow, triple plow… Hell, any kind of plow as long as he is plowing me!

I slowly turn around, and my breath catches when I find myself face to face with Trent Hamilton. Without giving me any time to think or protest, he roughly pulls my hips flush to his then proceeds to place his lips on mine. I weakly attempt to pull away, but his hand is in my hair, holding me in place.

His tongue slowly licks my bottom lip and begs entrance into my mouth. I can't help the moan that escapes me, and then he's in my mouth, exploring me, kissing me with more passion than I've ever felt in my entire twenty-eight years.

My body melts into his and I'm completely lost in this kiss—this amazing, sexy, passionate kiss. I'm kissing a man I just today maybe spoke a total of ten minutes to and will be working with on a daily basis. Clearly I've lost my ever-loving mind! But my mind has left for lunch. The only one running the show at this point is my vagina, and boy oh boy, is she loving her some Trent Hamilton right now.

His hand slowly slides up under my scrub top and grazes my thin cotton bra. My nipple hardens as the pad of his thumb rubs against it. His tongue stroking inside my mouth and hand firmly grabbing my breast have me so turned on that I think I might spontaneously combust. I have no self-control left and I find myself putting my hands all over his hard, muscular body.