The Intern: Enemies To Lovers

“Hence the warning.”

She leaned up on her toes and kissed me. Slow. Steady. Almost like she was memorizing my lips. “I’ll try.”

“You need to do better than that.”

My fingers slid down her chest, unbuttoning the white shirt so I could cup her tit. She moaned as I rubbed across her nipple and then lowered to the flatness of her navel, halting at the top of her skirt. It was too tight to slip under the waist, so I reached behind and unzipped it, the material falling down her legs.

“Keep your heels on.” I discovered a pair of lace panties and dropped those too. “How wet are you …” My voice trailed off as I got my answer. “God-fucking-damn it.” My fingers dripped as I dipped inside her pussy, using my thumb to graze her clit. “What made you so wet, Hannah?” I made sure she felt each of my exhales across her face along with the hum of my tongue. “When I told you that you were coming to Wyoming with me?” I added a second finger, heading toward her G-spot. “When I told you to lock the door?” I kissed her hard. “Or when I told you that you were mine.”

The walls of her pussy clenched my fingers, a narrowness that was going to feel fucking incredible on my dick.

“When you got jealous of Ford sending me flowers and of Travis talking to me at my desk.”

I growled, and it wasn’t because my dick was fucking throbbing even though it was.

So, Ford was the flower dude, and Travis, the clucking hen, was a name I didn’t care to remember.

The important part of this equation was that Hannah could see right through me.

I plunged deeper inside her, turning my wrist, aiming upward.

“Are you going to tell me I’m wrong?” She smiled. “That the attention, the fear of me slipping away, doesn’t turn you into a roaring bear?” She grasped the back of my neck like she was about to fall. “Declan”-she sucked in a breath-“oh my God.”

“You know how to set me off.”

“That’s it?” She moaned again. “That’s what you’re going to call it?”

I gave her my face, allowing her to stare at it. To read me. To see the words that I wasn’t saying. “What do you want from me, Hannah?”

“The truth.”

“That I want to be able to do this”-I pulled out of her pussy, rubbing those wet fingers across her lips-“whenever I please? That I can’t stop thinking about you? Us? What that could even look like?” I narrowed my gaze to her mouth, her lips now wet. “If that’s what you want to hear, then there you go.” It didn’t change the fact that she worked for me, that her cousin didn’t want us together. But I wasn’t going to get into that now. Now, I was on a much different mission. “Taste yourself.”

She licked across both lips before she took my fingers into her mouth, holding my stare the entire time, licking up and down and around my knuckles.

“Fuck me,” I hissed as she bobbed before sucking the tips. “You want my cock?”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

She nodded. “Please. Now.”

I’d never heard such a sexy demand.

“You have one job, Declan.”

I returned to her ear, tasting the vanilla on her skin, and whispered, “To make you come as many times as possible.”

“That’s always the answer, but there’s something else too.”

“And that is?”

“To make me forget how much of an asshole you are.”

I chuckled as I returned to her pussy. “You want me to fuck the hate out of you?”

“Yes.” She got even wetter. “Relentlessly.”

SIXTEEN

HANNAH

T

he words had only just left my mouth, and I was already in the air, Declan carrying me to his desk, where he set me on the edge. He spread my legs and stood between them, lowering his face until he was eye-level with my waist.

“This view …” He gazed up at me with such an animalistic level of hunger. “This scent …” He pressed his nose against my clit. “You have the most beautiful cunt I’ve ever seen.”

I ran my hand through his hair. “Are you teasing me?”

“Savoring … not teasing.” His tongue swiped me and then stilled. “I’ve thought about doing this all fucking day. I want to take my time.”

I tugged on his hair until he gave me his eyes. “Maybe if you were a little nicer to me, I’d give it to you more often.”

There was a pattern to Declan’s behavior. When he felt challenged and threatened, he became even more of a dick. When he wanted something he believed he couldn’t have, he fought with his words. But one thing was obvious: he was acting this way because I mattered. Because he wanted me. Because, for some reason or another, he believed we couldn’t be together.

I needed to change that.

He circled my clit and stopped. “You know I’m not good at that.”

“Try.” My hips bucked as he sank his finger inside me.

“Try to be sweeter? Or try to constantly give you my face to ride?”

“Try to whisper instead of roar.” I pulled on his hair to urge him closer. “But I still can’t get enough of you.”

He sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking the end, releasing it to say, “Of my tongue.”

“That. Yes.” My eyes closed; my mouth stayed open. “But there’s more, Declan. I think about you.” I gradually connected our stares. “Fantasize about you.”

He licked the entire length of me. “You want this to be mine.”

I’d wanted that since the night at the bar.

He was the one who had been battling this, who had been causing my thoughts to be such a tangled mess.

“Yes,” I replied.

“But there’s more.”

I was grateful he could see right through me, so what I was about to say wouldn’t come as such a surprise.

I bit my lip, preparing. “There’s something so sexy about a dominant alpha.” I fisted his hair, ruining the gel he’d put in this morning. “A man who’s angry all the time, except when I’m feeding him what’s between my legs. That’s when he softens. When his vulnerable side comes through.”

He huffed air, like a brief, deep laugh.