The Intern: Enemies To Lovers

I didn’t want to hurry.

I didn’t want tonight to be over.

I wanted to feel.

I wanted to devour.

I wanted her to know she’d made the right decision.

When we were halfway inside, the door shutting behind us, I lifted her into my arms. Her legs circled my waist, her arms hugging me, and I brought her to the edge of the bed, the mattress hitting my knees.

“You don’t have to be quiet,” I whispered against her mouth. “Jenner is on a different floor. You can scream as loud as you want.”

“Mmm.” She gnawed her lower lip, grinning. “Hotel sex might just become my favorite for that reason.”

“You think it’ll be better than the conference room table?” I kissed down her neck, tasting the vanilla on her skin. “Better than the top of my desk?”

She let out several quick breaths. “You do realize this will be the first time we’ve had sex in a bed. Table, office wall, window, chair, a desk. But never a bed.”

I chuckled. “You know what that means, don’t you?”

I rested her against the mattress and climbed on top of her, opening the robe with my teeth. Once the fabric was moved to each side, I found a sexy tank and a pair of lace boy shorts underneath.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“No,” she sighed. “What?”

“I’m going to have to make sure you never forget it.” I lifted the bottom of the tank and kissed her navel, licking around her belly button, making my way to her pussy.

“Declan, it would be impossible to forget any of the times you’ve touched me.”

I pulled the lace boy shorts off, so there was nothing separating me from her clit. “Not like this time. Trust me.”

Smelling her had become a tradition, something I needed to do first.

A need to have her scent covering me was as strong as my desire to fuck her. Because Hannah’s cunt was a perfume I couldn’t get enough of.

My nose rubbed the outer shell of her pussy, running through her slit and stopping at the top to inhale her.

Goddamn it.

This was perfection.

Even more so as I gazed up into those gorgeous sapphire eyes, seeing how feral she looked as she stared back, keeping them locked while I flattened my tongue and licked her clit.

“Oh fuck!”

That scream.

I couldn’t get enough of it, so I licked harder, the taste even more delicious as it got thicker, coating my tongue. I wrapped my hands around her thighs and buried my face even deeper.

“Declan …” Her head pushed against the mattress, tilting back, exposing her throat. “Oh God.”

My tongue went faster, her back now lifting off the bed while she pulled the strands of my hair.

The rush happened fast. I could see the way her body was reaching, arching, pushing toward that peak.

I added to it by inserting a finger, and that was when she started to lose it.

The orgasm taking control.

“Declan!”

I gave her another finger, plunging, twisting.

I licked even harder.

“Fuck!” she shouted.

I wanted to eat the sensations right out of her, making sure she felt every swipe of my tongue, the heat from my mouth, even my spit.

Her moaning turned louder as her stomach rippled, her hips rocking with me, churning out each wave of pleasure until there was only stillness.

And breaths.

“Fuck, Hannah.” I didn’t wipe my mouth. I sucked the wetness off my lips instead, drinking her in. “You’re incredible.”

“No.” She shook her head, her hair already wild. “That’s you.” Her back rose off the bed and tore at my tie, loosening it enough to slip it off, and began working on the buttons of my shirt.

Since I was kneeling on the carpet, she couldn’t reach my pants, so I stood and let her strip me. The sight of her fervently peeling my clothes away was so fucking hot, each piece falling off me, her hands not stopping until I was naked.

I cuffed my palm around my shaft and pumped it a few times while I admired her pussy. “Are you on the pill, Hannah?”

There was so much weight behind that question, one that I’d never asked another woman before.

I had a feeling she knew that.

And she responded, “Yes.”

I met her eyes. “Do you want me to use a condom?”

She shook her head. “No.”

The first thought that came to me was how good this was going to feel when I wasn’t covered in thick latex. But just to be extra cautious, I said, “You’re sure?”

“Unless you see a reason to, then, yes, I’m absolutely sure.”

I growled as I grabbed her ankles and pulled her ass to the very end of the bed. Once I had her in position, I placed her legs over my shoulders and thrust inside her.

“Fuuuck,” I roared.

I tried to be gentle.

I tried to move slowly.

I tried to give her time to spread and get used to me again, but I fucking couldn’t.

She felt too good.

And it didn’t seem that she minded as her hands moved to her nipples, pulling them through the tank top, her moans so loud that they were all I could hear.

“You’re so fucking wet.” I dropped my thumb onto her clit, rubbing circles across it. “Damn it, you feel amazing.”

In a way that I’d never felt before.

And when combined with her tightness, I could easily come.

But that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

“More,” she cried. “Declan … more.”

Her voice whipped across me, the vibrations causing me to fuck her harder.

“Hannah,” I hissed, the demand almost a challenge because she felt unbelievable. “Shit.”

Her hands moved to the blanket, and she bunched it in her fists, her heels digging into my shoulders.

Those weren’t the only signs.

I could also feel what was happening inside her-the narrowing, the extra dampness-and barked, “Don’t you dare come.”

I pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, arching her ass up, and instantly dived back in.

“Goddamn,” I groaned. “You just keep getting better.”

There was something about this position. Maybe it was having her ass face me-a part of her body I was obsessed with. Maybe it was just an angle that caused her to be even tighter. Maybe it was because I could reach her G-spot and it felt like I was hitting the end of her.