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outside of the ladies' locker room. His jet-black hair is tousled, and his piercing blue eyes are covered with thick black lashes. His attire gives no hints to the fact that he is one of the most respected trauma surgeons in the country. A black leather jacket, a white V-neck tee, faded jeans, and black boots make him look more like he just got off of a Harley rather than just having finished a long shift in the operating room.
Mmmmmm. Hot guy eye-candy. Is there anything better?
After visually eye-fucking him for a good thirty seconds, Trent finally looks up at me as he slides hisBlackberry in the back pocket of his jeans. I bet his ass looks fantastic in those jeans.
He flashes a big, warm smile when we lock eyes. "Well, hello there. We meet again."
"Yes, we meet again , Dr. Hamilton." I can't help the sarcasm that drips from my voice.
"Remember, it's Trent, and I'm glad we meet again ." He mimics my sarcastic tone. "Where are you heading now?"
"Well, Trent , I'm just going to a bar called Murphy's. My friend Amy is meeting me there after she finishes up. What are you still doing here?"
"Waiting for you to get dressed so we can grab a drink at a bar called Murphy's." Trent's mouth blazes a sexy smirk.
His response gives me a slight thrill of excitement. This man definitely intrigues me. Well, he intrigues my vagina, that's for sure. The bitch is practically screaming from my panties for me to throw myself at Trent and start dry humping his leg like some sort of horny, rabid dog. Ever since he kissed me in the supply room, I honestly can't stop thinking about his lips on mine, his body against mine, his cock pressed against my belly. I pull myself away from my incessant dirty thoughts and attempt to act like I'm not affected by his very presence.
I laugh a little at his very forward response. "Do I get a say in this little plan of yours? I mean, you basically assaulted me in the supply room the other day. I'm concerned for my lips' safety around you."
"No, sweetheart, you only get to choose who's driving over there. And for your little assault comment, you wanted that kiss just as much as I did. But your sexy mouth is probably never going to be safe around me." Trent's blue eyes lock with mine, and his demeanor oozes sex.
I can't believe I'm even allowing this banter to occur. Red flags are flashing in my brain. I told myself that I would not fall for another man for a very long time, especially another physician, and yet here I am, engaging in a game of flirtatious banter with a sexy trauma surgeon whose body I just ogled for a good minute.
My hands itch to touch him.
My body seems to crave him in a way I never knew was possible.
My eyes keep attempting to wander southward on his body, just to get a glance at the bulge in his jeans. He makes me feel like a horny eighteen-year-old girl. A girl whose mind just keeps thinking about what a good, hard dicking from Trent Hamilton would actually feel like. If my vagina were running the show, my panties would be nonexistent and I would be rubbing myself all over his tight, muscular physique. Thank god my brain is still working. At least it's managing to work right now. Later, after I've had a few drinks, I can't make any promises.
I pull my keys out of my purse, give them a little jingle in front of his face, and say "Well, sweetheart , let's head out."
He coughs out a barking laugh and motions for me to walk ahead. "Ladies first."
We step out of the hospital and the warm summer breezes brushes against my face, leaving me feeling warm and gooey on the inside. I love summertime in Charlotte. I will admit that the weather can be blazing hot at times, but the easy access to nearby beaches makes it worth my while.
As we approach my car, I hit the unlock button and the headlights and interior of my red Shelby Mustang automatically light up.
"What the hell is this?" Trent has a shocked yet amused expression on his face.
"Trent, meet my baby, Shelby. She's quite the
Mmmmmm. Hot guy eye-candy. Is there anything better?
After visually eye-fucking him for a good thirty seconds, Trent finally looks up at me as he slides hisBlackberry in the back pocket of his jeans. I bet his ass looks fantastic in those jeans.
He flashes a big, warm smile when we lock eyes. "Well, hello there. We meet again."
"Yes, we meet again , Dr. Hamilton." I can't help the sarcasm that drips from my voice.
"Remember, it's Trent, and I'm glad we meet again ." He mimics my sarcastic tone. "Where are you heading now?"
"Well, Trent , I'm just going to a bar called Murphy's. My friend Amy is meeting me there after she finishes up. What are you still doing here?"
"Waiting for you to get dressed so we can grab a drink at a bar called Murphy's." Trent's mouth blazes a sexy smirk.
His response gives me a slight thrill of excitement. This man definitely intrigues me. Well, he intrigues my vagina, that's for sure. The bitch is practically screaming from my panties for me to throw myself at Trent and start dry humping his leg like some sort of horny, rabid dog. Ever since he kissed me in the supply room, I honestly can't stop thinking about his lips on mine, his body against mine, his cock pressed against my belly. I pull myself away from my incessant dirty thoughts and attempt to act like I'm not affected by his very presence.
I laugh a little at his very forward response. "Do I get a say in this little plan of yours? I mean, you basically assaulted me in the supply room the other day. I'm concerned for my lips' safety around you."
"No, sweetheart, you only get to choose who's driving over there. And for your little assault comment, you wanted that kiss just as much as I did. But your sexy mouth is probably never going to be safe around me." Trent's blue eyes lock with mine, and his demeanor oozes sex.
I can't believe I'm even allowing this banter to occur. Red flags are flashing in my brain. I told myself that I would not fall for another man for a very long time, especially another physician, and yet here I am, engaging in a game of flirtatious banter with a sexy trauma surgeon whose body I just ogled for a good minute.
My hands itch to touch him.
My body seems to crave him in a way I never knew was possible.
My eyes keep attempting to wander southward on his body, just to get a glance at the bulge in his jeans. He makes me feel like a horny eighteen-year-old girl. A girl whose mind just keeps thinking about what a good, hard dicking from Trent Hamilton would actually feel like. If my vagina were running the show, my panties would be nonexistent and I would be rubbing myself all over his tight, muscular physique. Thank god my brain is still working. At least it's managing to work right now. Later, after I've had a few drinks, I can't make any promises.
I pull my keys out of my purse, give them a little jingle in front of his face, and say "Well, sweetheart , let's head out."
He coughs out a barking laugh and motions for me to walk ahead. "Ladies first."
We step out of the hospital and the warm summer breezes brushes against my face, leaving me feeling warm and gooey on the inside. I love summertime in Charlotte. I will admit that the weather can be blazing hot at times, but the easy access to nearby beaches makes it worth my while.
As we approach my car, I hit the unlock button and the headlights and interior of my red Shelby Mustang automatically light up.
"What the hell is this?" Trent has a shocked yet amused expression on his face.
"Trent, meet my baby, Shelby. She's quite the
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