The Infamous Ellen James(9)

I grind my body into his, and that's when I feel his erection pressing into my belly. He has me so aroused that I start to feel that familiar, delicious clench from deep within, and I know my panties are drenched.

"Fuck, you taste amazing," he whispers into my mouth.

Oh, sweet Jesus…

My moans become embarrassingly loud. My body has taken over and doesn't seem to be bothered by the fact that I'm currently grinding on a physician, in the supply room, at my place of employment. Scratch that—our place of employment. That's when I hear voices outside the door, quickly push away from him, and attempt to act like I've got my shit together.

The door opens abruptly and in walks my ex-fiancé John with that procrastinating asshole Tony. They are loudly discussing supplies for a dressing change on a patient as they step through the door. Both suddenly stop talking when they see us standing there looking a little out of breath and slightly disheveled.

"Uh, h-hey Tony, Dr. Ryan. I was just, uh, showing Dr. Hamilton around. Have y'all met?"

Y'all? Where in the hell did that come from?

I hate that my nerves always manage to bring out my Louisville twang. I know John can sense this. He is practically penetrating my skull with his intense stare.

"Yep, we've met." John's tone is clipped, and he doesn't so much as glance towards Dr. Hamilton's direction. I can't quite read the expression on John's face, but I think he almost looks pissed.

"Yeah, Elle, I met Dr. Hamilton a few minutes ago. Remember?" Tony conveys to me with a curious look on his face.

"Must've slipped my mind. Well, let us get out of your way." I attempt to quickly escape this extremely uncomfortable situation.

"Have a good one, guys." Trent gives a smug grin.

I try to get some distance from Dr. Hamilton but he manages to catch up with me as I hastily walk away from the supply room. As I head back towards the nurses' station, I glance over at him and can't help but notice that he's the epitome of every woman's fantasy. He had my body so riled up in that supply room that I'm not sure if I would have ever stopped.

Was I really going to fuck him in the supply room?

Oh my god! I was going to fuck him in the supply room! I'm pathetic! A pathetic, dirty little slut! I can feel my blood starting to boil at the thought of being so reckless and out of control.

"I'm pretty sure that kissing a staff member in the supply room could be considered sexual harassment," I whisper sternly to him before we make it back to the nurses' station.

"I'm pretty sure it's not sexual harassment when said staff member actually kisses back and grinds her scandalous little body right into my hard cock." He gives me a treacherously sexy smirk.

Nothing comes out of my mouth.

I have no words right now.

None. Zip. Zilch. Nada.

I have no idea what to say, because he's technically right. I was grinding all over him. I was basically climbing up his body like a god damn spider monkey! Before I can even respond, he grabs my wrist and pulls my body close to his. We are so close that I can feel his warm breath on my lips. I get lost in his penetrating blue eyes.

“Elle, I will be thinking about that kiss all fucking day,” he slowly whispers while looking down at me.

Somehow, I manage to compose myself and angrily whisper back to him, “Well, that will be the last fucking kiss you'll be getting from me.”

He remains silent for about five seconds. Then I actually hear him laugh quietly.

Is he really laughing at me?!

"Sweetheart, don't kid yourself. We both wanted that kiss. Your body practically begged me to fuck you in that supply room, and believe me, I enjoyed every second of your lips on mine. Your hot body pressed tightly against me. Every. Single. Second,” He breathes roughly into my ear.

My traitorous nipples immediately harden…again.

Traitor nipples! Behave yourselves!

His lips softly brush my ear before he slowly pulls back and looks into my eyes. I can't help but feel like he knows something I don't. I get a sudden feeling of déjà vu as Dr. Hamilton winks at me and walks away, leaving me at a loss for words…again.

I'm starting to see a pattern here.

I wander to the nurses' station and immediately sit down in one of the chairs. I pick up a piece of scrap paper and fan myself in a weak attempt to regain my composure.

What has gotten into me?

I'm either going to need to schedule a date night with my B.O.B. or drink lots and lots of alcohol tonight. I take my cell out of my pocket and send a quick text to Amy.



Me: Hey, asshole. You owe me drinks. Pay up tonight after work.



Immediately, I get a text back.



Amy: Anything for you, Dirty Pirate Hooker.



Decision made. Tonight there will be lots and lots of alcohol.