The Intern: Enemies To Lovers

I turned toward him. “I can’t believe this. That you put it all together. That you did this for me.” I swallowed, trying to find the words. “It’s absolutely stunning.”

His fingers locked with mine, and he said, “Come with me,” before taking me out onto the balcony.

The view from up here was as gorgeous as the valley we’d just driven from, but being higher in elevation only added another breathtaking layer.

“Would you like some champagne?”

He broke away from my hand to pour us each a glass, the bottle sitting next to the table that had been set up outside. On top of the table were two place settings with more petals and a scattering of tea lights.

I took the glass from his hand. “I’m blown away right now.”

“We haven’t even eaten yet.” He cupped my face, gazing into my eyes. “Wait until you try the desserts. I worked with the hotel’s pastry chef to pick out some I thought you’d love.”

“And there’s going to be massages?”

He clinked his glass against mine. “There’s going to be one massage. That’s the one I’m going to give you.”

“You’re doing it?”

He nodded. “I think you’ll be surprised at how good I am.” His hand was still on my face, and it lowered to my shoulder, rubbing into the muscle.

I moaned, “My God, you are …”

He took the champagne out of my hand, placing it on the table before he lifted me into his arms. “What I am is … in love with you.”

I wrapped my legs and arms around him even though, no matter what, I knew he wouldn’t let me fall.

And because I couldn’t wait a second longer, I kissed him.

It wasn’t slow or gentle.

It was rough.

Needy.

In control.

The same demanding way that Declan kissed me.

And when I pulled back, breathlessly, I said, “As much as I want to eat the lunch and desserts that you had delivered, there’s something else I want first.”

He growled and gripped my ass as he carried me back into the suite. “Is that so?”

I unzipped the top of his fleece, so I could have more access to his neck. It was there, the spot just below his ear, where I started to kiss. “I want you.”

“Show me.”

He backed us up to the bed and sat on the edge. With my legs straddling him, I wasted no time in unzipping his jacket the rest of the way and removing the shirt he had on underneath. He did the same to me, peeling off each piece of clothing, adjusting our positions so we could take off our pants and shoes.

Once I was naked, I climbed down onto the floor, balancing on my knees as I gazed up at him.

My God, his cock was perfect.

Everything about him was.

Even the sounds that came out of him as I surrounded his tip and lowered down his shaft. I gripped the bottom half, the part I couldn’t fit in my mouth, and swiveled my hand around it.

“Fuck yes,” he roared, holding the back of my head, guiding me lower.

I took in as much as I could, rising to his crown, where I sucked the hardest.

Where I sucked like I wanted his cum on my tongue.

It was one thing to look at him when his face was between my legs. It was a whole different level of sexy to see the way he stared at me now, how the pleasure spread across his eyes, how the hunger tugged at his lips.

“Just like that,” he ordered. “Yes.”

With each dip of my mouth, I tried taking him in deeper, my hand working the bottom, my other fingers brushing over his balls. He didn’t release the back of my head, nor did he close his eyes.

He watched every bob.

And his crown didn’t leave my lips until I heard, “I need to taste your cunt.”

The thought of his tongue on me was almost more than I could handle.

But I wanted it.

I always wanted it.

“Come sit on my face.”

He reclined on the bed, and I followed him, moving up his body until I was spread across his mouth. Just as I glanced down at him, he licked me.

Hard.

With the whole width of his tongue, like my pussy was the underside of an envelope.

“Oh God.” I quivered.

His tongue focused solely on my clit as his finger slipped inside me.

My back arched, and my hips rocked while I screamed, “Yes! Fuck!”

He wasn’t just flicking.

He was sucking.

Nibbling the very edge of me.

And I was almost positive there was now a second finger plunging into me, twisting toward my G-spot, grazing across it.

“You taste so fucking good.”

There were so many sensations bursting through me as my legs strained to hold me.

My hands clasped together.

My mouth opened, my thoughts so lost as I cried, “Declan …”

“Do you want to come on my face?”

Oh God.

Yes.

“Yesss.”

He picked up speed, not just with his tongue, but his hand, too, the satisfaction growing, building, and spreading through me.

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And with it came this fierce eruption, causing me to jerk across his mouth.

“Declan!” A shudder pounded through my stomach, and I yelled, “Fuck, I’m coming!”

His mouth pressed even harder, licking, swallowing, adding that friction I needed. And while he dove his fingers in and out of me, my orgasm churned, exploding, taking absolutely no surrender as it barreled through my body.

I knelt up the moment I became so sensitive that I couldn’t even take his breath on me.

“Do you want that again?”

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t think.

But I looked down at him while I panted, “Yes.”

He never got tired of eating me. I loved him for that.

“But I want you.”

All it took was those four words to pass through my lips before he flipped me onto my back and moved my ass to the end of the bed. He stood, facing the mattress, and held my legs around him while he slid into me.

“Ah!” I sucked in air. “Declan!”

The tingles were still so raw that when he entered, it felt like tiny bolts of electricity were zapping between my legs.

“Goddamn it,” he hissed. “You’re so fucking wet.”

His voice was as erotic as his tongue, the vibration of his tone whipping across me.

“Fuck, Hannah.” He brushed his finger back and forth across my clit. “You feel fucking amazing.”