The Intern: Enemies To Lovers

Then, where the fuck is she?

I signed the credit card receipt and walked around the perimeter of the bar, looking to see if I could find her. When I neared the restroom, I spotted her. Her body was hidden because the man she was speaking to was much taller, blocking her from most angles.

They weren’t touching.

But Hannah was smiling, transfixed on his face.

Basking in his attention.

Only minutes ago, she had been doing the same to me.

And now, she was flirting with another guy.

Fuck that.

I downed the rest of my scotch and left the empty glass on a table before I headed into the restroom. I finished at the urinal and washed my hands, and as I was coming out the door, Hannah was walking into the short hallway, just about to turn into the ladies’ room.

Our eyes caught, and she stopped, leaning against the wall between the doors. “Where did everyone go? I just went to the table, and they’re all gone.”

“I sent them home.” I shoved my damp hands into my pockets. “You would have known that if you hadn’t been so tied up.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Her stare deepened, and then she smiled. “You mean … with Gregory?”

“I don’t know who the fuck he is.”

She turned her face, giving me more of her profile. “Is that jealousy that I hear?”

I knew what she was trying to do. I wasn’t going to fall for it.

“I saw you two on my way to the restroom, Hannah. I wasn’t looking for you. Don’t make this something that it isn’t.”

Her teeth ran across her lip in a way that I couldn’t look away from. “Are you sure about that, Declan?”

Damn it.

She was pushing, attempting to control this conversation.

She would soon learn that the only thing she could control was the speed in which she sucked my dick.

“No, I’m not just sure,” I growled. “I’m positive.”

“Then, why do you appear so bothered by it?”

“I’m not.”

She switched positions and now faced me by leaning her shoulder against the wall, her hand clasping her hip. “Do you want to know who Gregory is?”

I didn’t like that she kept saying his fucking name, implying that his title mattered to me.

Before I could reply, she said, “He’s one of my study partners and a good friend, and he also happens to be gay, so there’s no reason to worry.”

Fuck, she had a mouth on her.

“I wasn’t worried,” I told her.

But deep down, I felt relief.

I didn’t know why.

But there it was.

“You know, it’s funny …” Her lips pulled into a seductive grin. “You told me earlier that if we had met under different circumstances, I’d be going home with you tonight. But from the way you’re looking at me right now, it seems those circumstances have changed.”

“And you can tell that from my eyes?”

She nodded. “Looks like you’re about to ravish me against this wall.”

She was right.

If my hands weren’t shoved into my pockets, they’d be all over her.

I didn’t know what was stopping me.

“Is that what you want, Hannah?” I paused. “Do you want my lips all over your body?”

“Yes.”

Then, there was no reason to wait.

I took a step closer, halting directly in front of her, our bodies only breaths apart. I placed my palm against the wall above her head, her body caged beneath me. “Do you want me to make you scream so loud that everyone in the bar can hear you?” I leaned my face into her ear. “Is that what you want from me?”

She was quivering.

Panting.

When her teeth skimmed her lip this time, it was a slow, painful scrape. “I don’t want an audience”-she took several breaths-“but yes. Yes to all of it.”

I gripped her face, aiming it up to mine.

I didn’t kiss women.

Lips were something I could easily get attached to.

They were the most personal part of a woman’s body.

They expressed emotions. They spoke the truth. They even tried to mask and hide the real feelings inside.

I didn’t fuck with them.

But as I gazed down at Hannah’s mouth, it was so goddamn beautiful. Those full, pouty lips, silently begging for mine.

She was giving herself to me.

And I’d accept every bit, except a kiss.

I held her face tighter. “Is your pussy ready for my dick, or do you need my fingers to get you wet?”

“I want your fingers.” Her teeth returned to her bottom lip but then left again, her tongue now licking back and forth across it. “I want every part of you, Declan.”

It was like her tongue was soothing that lip.

Dragging me toward it.

What if I just went in for a taste?

A quick feel.

To know if her lips were as soft as I suspected.

If her breath was as sweet as her scent.

Fuck me.

I ducked my head, our mouths getting closer. The wetness that her tongue had left behind was enticing me, the throbbing in my cock pushing me forward.

I didn’t know what the fuck was happening to me … but I couldn’t stop.

I was inching, closing in, until not even air separated us.

The moment we touched mouths, something inside me exploded.

A feeling I hadn’t expected.

One so fucking powerful that it reached all the way to my toes.

Her body went limp, and I wrapped an arm around her back, hauling her up against me while I pushed her shoulders into the wall.

Her hands dived into my hair, yanking, gripping. “Declan …”

It was the sound of my name, the feel of her lips vibrating against mine, that made me pull back.

I touched my mouth, reminding myself of what I’d just done.

Of the rule I had just broken.

But, damn it, that taste.

I’d never had anything like it.

Nor had I ever felt this way before.

Who the fuck are you, Hannah?

And what the hell did you just do to me?

That had to be a one-time thing. Another kiss certainly wouldn’t duplicate that feeling. It’d only happened because it was something I didn’t normally do, my body’s way of reacting to something so foreign.