The Intern: Enemies To Lovers

“Am I still an asshole?”

It took a second to process, to clear my head of all this paralyzing satisfaction.

Once I could make sense of his question, I nodded.

It took an asshole to think he could make me come by slapping my clit. Even if the move had been successful. Even if I would have screamed so loud if I could.

Even if I fucking loved it.

“Looks like I have a lot more work to do.”

He lifted me off the desk, creating a whole new balancing act since I couldn’t wrap my arms around his neck. He stayed inside me, thrusting. And at first, I was so stimulated that I couldn’t accept this new rhythm. But Declan was extremely good at reading my body, knowing what I needed. Knowing how to bring me back to that place.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

There was a ledge in front of one of the windows, and that was where he set me, my hands pressed against the cold glass, my legs spread around him. He exhaled into my face, these quiet, gritty, masculine moans that got breathier, the harder he plunged. Now that he wasn’t holding me, his hands were free to roam. They were on my breasts, my clit.

Giving.

Tugging.

Massaging.

My lips weren’t in a position where I could kiss, but that didn’t stop him from pressing soft pecks against my mouth, a gentleness so unlike everything else he was doing to me.

“I need you to come again.” He widened my legs, arching my hips upward, hitting a whole different angle. “Yes, that’s it.”

I panted through the knot in my mouth. My eyelids squeezed shut. My muscles began to shake.

He was on my G-spot.

And it only took a few more blows across that touchy place before I began to shudder.

“Mmm!”

That was the sound that left me because, within a second, I was silent, lost in the waves.

In the rush.

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They darted through me like a slow-moving storm, melting me in the wake.

I felt his lips on my neck.

I felt his breath across my chest.

I felt his cock diving in and out.

And then I felt a moment of stillness before he peeled me off the ledge and carried me to his chair, where he set me on top of his lap.

“Ride me, Hannah.” His kiss was much longer this time. “Fuck the asshole out of me.”

I’d never been on top of him, nor had he ever given me this much control.

But in this position, he felt even larger, enough so that I felt myself open wider, having to push past the lingering orgasm still consuming me to find my own beat.

“Show me what your cunt can do.”

As I lowered, his thumb returned.

Swiping, brushing.

The pressure had been there before I even heard his command.

His eyes only added to that feeling, the way they dipped down me, the way they inhaled me. His other hand moved back and forth between my nipples. The lace of my bra did very little to hide them, and it was like nothing was covering them at all by the way he was pulling them.

Each flick, I inhaled.

Each pinch, I exhaled.

Each inch that filled me, I tightened around him, squeezing again as I rose.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Fuck me.”

I kept myself low and rocked against him. It felt like he was twisting inside me, hitting walls and edges, creating friction from every corner.

“Oh fuck.”

His fingers bit into me, his teeth took ahold of my earlobe, and he gnawed the small flap of skin. “You’re fucking naughty, you know that?” He bit harder. “You’re fucking me like you want me to come.”

My speed increased.

I panted through the knot.

I wanted to give him something to remember.

Something that would make him hard every time he thought about this moment.

I switched things up, bobbing over him, and then I swayed my hips forward and back, narrowing when he was in the deepest. When that became too repetitive, I quickened the pace, pumping, circling.

“Now, you’re really going to make me come.”

He tried to slow me down, but I wouldn’t. There was no stopping me at this point.

I wanted him to lose himself inside me.

I wanted him breathless.

I wanted him to be mine.

“Hannah …” My name sounded like a moan. “Goddamn it, you’re fucking milking me.”

I wanted to scream out my release.

I wanted the entire building to know how good this felt.

But all I could do was breathe, my nostrils flaring as the hot air escaped them.

“Fuck yes,” he roared against my face. “Fuuuck.”

As he took over the movements, blasting hard, relentless strokes into my pussy, the tingles returned to my body.

“Hannah …” He pulled the tie off and slammed our lips together, taking my tongue into his mouth. “Fuck, Hannah!”

My body trembled from each quake, from the peak, from the aftermath.

Pleasure began to drain as the slowness changed to a stillness.

I lowered my body down and rested against his chest. “Declan …”

I was a beating pile of wetness, just trying to find my breath.

“You …” His emerald eyes gazed back at me. They didn’t just stare; they hugged me. “Jesus, Hannah, you know how to ride some serious cock.”

His compliment made me laugh. “Thank you-I think that’s what I’m supposed to say.”

He wrapped his arms around me, loosening the shirt, freeing my wrists. Once they were clear, I rested my hands on his shoulders.

“I’m surprised you didn’t ask when you can do it again.”

I wanted to.

He was still inside me, and all I could think about was when we were going to do this again.

If things were going to change.

If …

“Declan-“