The Intern: Enemies To Lovers

“Love … that’s a strong word. Especially given that all you do is treat me like shit.”

I raised my hands to her neck, wrapping my fingers around both sides. “You’re not the only one who notices, Hannah. I see the way you look at me. The way you watch me. The way you get lost in your thoughts, your mind wandering.”

“And you think those daydreams are all about you?” She was gnawing the same lip that I’d touched earlier. “Such a cocky dick.”

“A dick that you’re fantasizing about right now.” I leaned into her neck, speaking right above the spot where her throat pulsed. “Wondering how many times that fucking dick is going to make you come tonight.”

As I glanced up, her eyes closed. “Yes.”

“So, you want me?”

She connected our gazes. “I shouldn’t … but I do.”

“Say it, Hannah. I need to hear you fucking say it.”

“I want you.”

Fuck yes.

But since she didn’t remember our first time together, she needed the warning again.

“I’m not going to be like the guys you’re used to. There’s nothing nice about me.”

A coy smile came across her face. “You don’t think I can tell that by now?”

That fucking mouth.

I saw no reason to wait at this point since she had given me no signs that she would stop me. So, while keeping our stares connected, I knelt to the floor and yanked down her yoga pants, pulling off her sneakers and the tight black binding from her legs. Once I had them off, I was surprised by the sight.

“A bare cunt … like you knew I was going to eat you tonight.”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

She snickered. “I don’t like wearing panties with yoga pants.” Her laugh turned to a grin. “I’m glad you approve.”

I needed her smell.

I needed my nose soaked in it.

“Goddamn it, Hannah.” I moaned as I inhaled her, drenching myself in her heat. My eyes closed as I filled my lungs with her. I remembered this smell, the way it had captivated me. And it was doing that now, holding me fucking hostage. “These are the only lips I’m going to kiss tonight.” I looked up at her after I spoke, running my tongue up and down her smoothness.

I’d kissed the other set.

All that had caused were these incessant thoughts of her, my brain obsessing about every way I wanted her.

I didn’t need that again.

I just needed this.

Her fingers ran through my hair, gripping, pulling. “What are you saying?”

“After tonight, this can’t happen again.” My tongue swiped her. “I’m your boss. Mentor. The guy your cousins and brother would never approve of you dating.”

“What’s this, then?”

Her voice had changed.

There was a sultriness to it now.

“This”-I licked across her clit, swallowing, savoring-“is just a taste.”

“And my mouth isn’t good enough for that?”

“Oh, it is.” And it had been-that was why I was staying far away from that powerful beast. “But these are the lips I prefer.” I licked harder, inserting a finger into her pussy, instantly hit with her tightness. “Unless you have an objection to that-”

“Don’t stop.”

Her hunger made me laugh, but the only thing she heard was the swishing of my tongue and the wetness that sloshed against my finger as I reached, back and forth, to her G-spot.

“Fuck yes,” she hissed.

I stayed toward the top of her clit, circling, flicking with the very tip of my tongue.

Since this was my second go-round, I’d thought it would be familiar.

But this time, we were in the light, not the darkness of an alley. I could actually see the creaminess of her skin, the color of her clit, the way she watched me with her raging eyes until it became too much and her eyelids closed.

She was even more perfect than I had imagined.

The taste, texture.

The scent.

I wanted more.

“Oh God, Declan.”

Even her sounds were enticing.

Erotic.

Hannah Dalton wasn’t just a presence.

She was a statement.

A mood.

And I wanted to worship her.

Every graze across her clit caused her hips to buck, and when I sucked that sensitive spot into my mouth, she pulled my locks. The moment I released her and increased the speed of my tongue, her breath hitched. When I slid over her G-spot, she moaned.

I wanted her to come.

But I didn’t want this to end.

“Oh fuck,” she cried, as though she were listening to my thoughts again.

This was my battle, not hers.

I was the one in control.

And if I wanted to draw this out, punishing her for that naughty little mouth, for not remembering our night together, for dropping that precedent in my lap while I’d been meeting with her cousins, then I had that authority.

“Don’t you dare come,” I threatened as she tightened around my finger.

My tongue stilled.

My hand halted.

“Declan! Please!”

I waited several seconds before I started up again, allowing the build to fade. But as soon as I resumed the licking, her hips picked right back up, rocking against my face, bringing her orgasm to the surface.

Once I sensed its arrival, I pulled back.

“Ah! No!”

It was a game.

But this wasn’t about winning.

This was about ownership.

Hannah’s orgasms were mine.

I decided when they happened.

But that didn’t mean she wasn’t fighting for one, wringing my hair like it was a fucking sponge, screaming like she wanted security to hear.

“Declan,” she gasped as I dived back in. “Yes!”

She was too close, so I slowed.

A cycle I continued to repeat.

A pattern I didn’t want to stop.

“Please,” she urged, staring down at me, lips wet and parted. Feral. “Please let me come.”

Maybe I just wanted to hear her beg.

Or maybe I wanted to reach the point where my dick couldn’t wait another second to sink into her.

Both of her hands were in my hair now, and, “Oh God, yes,” was filling my ears.

It would only take a few more swipes, and she’d be shuddering.