The Intern: Enemies To Lovers

And the second I turned silent, the crash quickly following the rise, he pulled out and turned me around, lifting me into the air like I was weightless.

My arms and legs wrapped around him as he carried me to the window.

“It sounds like you want an audience to hear you.” He pressed my back against the glass and nodded toward the outside. “I’m going to give you one.”

In one quick, easy push, he was inside me.

But this was different.

This position gave us a closeness that we hadn’t had before.

Skin on skin.

Lips so near to mine.

There was emotion in the way he held me, the way he aimed me against the glass, driving into me while I smashed into the coldness behind me.

“I’ve watched you come three times tonight.” He glanced down at my lips, like he was forcing himself not to kiss me. “I want to see what it looks like when we come together.”

Four times.

Something I’d never thought was possible before Declan.

But I was there-again. Something I was sure he already knew.

One thing that would push me there even faster was the taste of him.

“Kiss me.”

He arched his hips up and rammed into me. “You haven’t earned my lips, Hannah.”

“But-”

He took my nipple into his mouth instead, surrounding it with his teeth.

I yelped as he bit down, an explosion of pain moving through me, reverberating like an echo. I thought the hurt would pull me out of the moment. That it would be all I could focus on. But his bite caused a sizzle that only electrified the fervor.

He switched to my other breast, his eyes haunting as he stared into mine. “You get what I give you.”

With that declaration came more speed.

More power.

He was igniting me.

And the second I opened my mouth, shouting, “Declan,” the blaze was burning my entire body.

“Fuck yes,” he roared against my nipple, his mouth rising, stopping inches above mine. “Give me that fucking orgasm.”

He was pumping me so hard.

So fast.

I couldn’t think.

I couldn’t respond with words.

All I could do was scream.

Grip him.

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“Your cunt is fucking milking me. It’s begging for my cum,” he growled. “Is that what you want, Hannah? You want me to fill you with my cum?”

A condom separated us, but the result wouldn’t be any different.

I wanted him to feel the same thing I was.

“Yes,” I urged. “Now.” I pressed my nose to his. “Right now.”

“Hannah.” He didn’t scream. His sounds were harsher than that. Deeper. “Fuuuck.”

His hands turned taut, his movements eventually slowing.

Satisfaction pooled in his eyes.

He kept our faces together, our bodies aligned until he caught his breath.

He said my name again, this time more of a whisper, and then he pulled me off the glass and walked me over to the table, where he set me on top.

The separation was like jumping into a winter lake.

My skin turned icy.

My lungs almost wheezed.

There was enough soreness in my pussy to make me stand.

While my feet had only just touched the carpet, he was already reaching for his clothes and shoes, walking it all toward the restroom in the back of the conference area.

“Get dressed,” he said before the restroom door clicked shut behind him.

I reached for my yoga pants and pulled them up my legs, quickly putting on my sports bra and tank top and sneakers, trying not to get lost in my thoughts.

This time, I couldn’t lie about sleeping with Declan.

I could smell us in the air.

The tenderness inside me was a feeling I couldn’t ignore.

But underneath all the physical contentment, I had this raging uncertainty of how things were going to look between us.

He’d said this would never happen again.

But was that possible after that-the best sex of my entire life?

Even though I was his intern and he worked for my cousins?

Even though my feelings for him were so cloudy?

The door opened, and he walked out, dressed, polished, like he hadn’t just been naked, inside me, ravishing my body only moments ago.

Now that I’d seen him undressed, I could picture what he looked like under that sharp, pristine suit, the ripples of muscles, the broadness of his shoulders, the inches of pure manliness that hung behind his zipper.

Somehow, I was hungry for him again.

But before I could even put my brain there, we needed to discuss something.

“Do you want to talk?”

His hand rested on the table, the same place where he’d made me come.

A mark of wetness just below his fingers.

His brows furrowed. “About?”

“Us.”

“What about us?”

A few feet away, I leaned my butt against the edge of the wood. When that didn’t feel comfortable enough, I gripped it with both hands. “You’re my boss.” I took a breath. “I’m your intern.”

“How is that worthy of a conversation?”

“I just have to think that”-I pointed at the space between us-“what happened tonight is going to change things a bit.”

My heart hammered, and I didn’t know why.

“You mean, you think we’re going to be together now?” He huffed, like he couldn’t believe I was wasting his time. “Come on, Hannah. You just said it yourself; you’re my intern. Your uncle signs my paychecks. When I have issues, I go to your cousin to resolve them. I thought we were on the same page about this. I didn’t take you for a girl who caught feelings after a few orgasms.” His eyes narrowed, the hardness returning, where just minutes ago, when he’d pressed me against the window, a softness had been in its place. “Didn’t I make it clear that this was going to be a one-time thing?”

“You did.” I swallowed.

“That this”-his eyes traveled down my body-“would never happen again?”

It pained me to nod, my feelings so messy and foggy that I couldn’t even begin to sort them. “Yes.”

“Then, there’s nothing for us to discuss.” He turned silent. “Are you going to have a problem with acting professional at work?” He looked at the wetness on his fingers before he crossed his arms. “Because if that’s the case, you should have a conversation with your family and see if you can switch mentors. I’ve tried. Your cousins won’t budge, but maybe you’ll have better luck with them.”