The Intern: Enemies To Lovers

“I know you’ve been so fucking busy flirting your ass off, but if you happened to read any of the information in the file that I gave you, then you’d know Walter’s case is regarding a piece of land in Wyoming. I plan to visit that location at the end of this week, and you’re coming with me.”

Her brows rose. “Oh?”

“For the record, this wasn’t my choice. Jenner insisted.”

“How long will we be gone for?”

I pressed my hands together, holding them close to my face. “Is your calendar so full that you don’t know if you can fit it in?”

“Actually, it is.” She recrossed her legs, switching sides. “I’m in law school, Declan. I’m bar prepping. I’m working here more hours than I can even keep track of. I need to make arrangements if I’m going to miss class.”

Things I hadn’t considered. My mind had been somewhere else.

“We’ll plan the trip around your schedule since you insist that you’re the busiest person on this floor.”

Her head leaned back, and the most lighthearted sound came out of her.

Laughter.

But it wasn’t the sound I found myself drawn to as much as the beautiful arch of her neck. The way her throat bobbed as she took in a breath. The way her cheeks flushed as her neck resumed its normal position, her eyes catching with mine again.

“You”-her tongue swiped my favorite lip-“are too much.”

I felt the same way about her.

Consumed.

Over-fucking-whelmed.

I was in competition with the clucking hen and the flower dude, and it seemed like every other motherfucker.

I needed to claim what was mine.

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Make sure she knew, without a question in her mind, whose cock belonged inside her.

I couldn’t wait until after hours, when everyone was gone from the building.

This was risky, dangerous. I didn’t care.

Nor did I care that I’d promised myself I was never going to touch Hannah again, that the night in the conference room would be the last time.

Even then I had known I was lying to myself.

And now, all rational thoughts were gone from my mind.

I needed her.

Now.

“Go lock the door, Hannah.”

Her head cocked to the side as she analyzed me. “For what reason?”

“Because I ordered you to do so.”

She set her arms on my desk, leaning on the hard edge. “And you think, just because you gave me that order, I’m going to listen?” Her voice was serene.

She was trying to gain the upper hand.

“Yes,” I growled. “Now, go.”

“For the record,” she said, using my own words, “I’m locking the door because I’m interested to see where this is going, not because you told me to.”

I didn’t care what her reasoning was as long as she moved quickly.

And she did, turning the lock with those delicate fingers once she reached the door.

From there, she didn’t move. She stayed put, flattening her palms against the door like she was being arrested.

The reason was because she’d heard me get up and follow her, stopping directly behind her. “Hannah …” My hands moved above hers, closing our bodies together, inhaling the scent of her hair as I buried my face in her locks. “Tell me to stop.”

“You’ve been such a dick to me.”

My eyes closed as I got lost in the scent. “You’re making me fucking wild.”

She pushed back, rubbing against my erection. “I know … I can feel it.”

I wrapped an arm across her chest, holding her neck. “Why do you do this to me?” I strengthened my grip. “Why do you make me hurt for you?” I traced the cartilage with my lips. “Why do you make me ache for you?”

She leaned the back of her head against my chest, her hair splayed across my suit, like I was a pillow. “Make me forget how much of an asshole you are.”

My fingers moved to her chin, tilting her face toward mine. “I want to make something very clear.” In the back of my mind, the flower dude, the hen, they had only confirmed what I had already known. “When you’re in this building, this is mine.” I pushed my hips forward and ground my cock into her ass. “All mine.” I lowered my face until our lips were almost touching. “Say it.” I waited, listening. “Say it, Hannah. Make me believe it.”

Still flat-fisting the door, she released it to wrap her arms around my neck. She fingered the back of my hair, pulling my face to the same position it had been in before. Breaths separated us as she exhaled, “Kiss me.”

She was making demands.

Because this girl, this goddamn unicorn, knew she held all the power.

And she knew what a kiss meant to me.

I didn’t question it.

I didn’t even attempt to fight it.

I smashed our lips together.

Our mouths instantly melded, my tongue sliding in to circle hers. I held her face so she couldn’t pull away and breathed her in, remembering the last time we had kissed and the attraction I had felt.

This was stronger.

The intensity even more commanding.

I separated us, and she took her time opening her eyes, filling her lungs.

“Say it,” I reminded her.

Her teeth grazed both lips, like she was sucking me off them. “Make me yours, Declan.”

An invitation.

One that she backed up with the loosening of my belt buckle and the lowering of my zipper. She reached inside the hole of my boxer briefs and fisted my cock.

I panted through my nose, the air hot and fierce, like a bull. “Your uncle and aunt and cousins have offices right outside my door.” I continued to hold her face, pressing into her cheeks. “I need you to remember that.”

“You’re not good at keeping me quiet.”