The Intern

9

I didn’t know what the f**k 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 f*****g 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 f**k 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.

I needed to be sure.

That was the only reason I held the back of her head and slammed our mouths together again.

While I took in her mouth, melding our lips together, I lowered my grip to get a feel of her curves. I started with her navel, rounding the whole width with my fingertips before I circled to her hips. Just as I took a breath, my tongue slid in between her lips, savoring the flavor bursting inside my mouth.

Jesus, f**k.

I parted us, holding her face so she couldn’t move, staring into her eyes.

What had become more obvious than ever was that this girl had one hell of a f*****g body and a kiss that set off every alarm inside me.

I needed her.

Now.

“I live about forty minutes from here. I can’t wait that long to have you.”

Her hand moved between our bodies, where it grazed my hard-on. “I can tell.”

“Do you live around campus?”

She shook her head. “I’m about as far away as you.”

The front seat of the McLaren wasn’t large enough.

Another idea came to me.

One that I needed to run by her first.

“I know you don’t like an audience, but are you adventurous, Hannah?”

Her thumb circled my tip. “If it involves this, yes.”

I grabbed her hand and led her out of the hallway and through the bar, and once we were outside, I walked us to the side of the building. The only reason I knew about this alley was that my college roommate had been notorious for bringing women here. I now understood why. The area was closed off, the streetlights barely reached the space, and it was blocked from the sidewalk, giving total privacy.

The moment we entered, I turned Hannah toward me, guiding her back to the wall until she hit it, and then I lifted her arms over her head, holding her wrists.

That f*****g mouth was taunting me.

I couldn’t keep myself away.

I claimed her lips, my tongue instantly going in again, her heat causing my whole body to ignite.

They weren’t just flickers.

They weren’t even flames.

This was a fire.

And it was spreading.

I pulled away, my mouth hovering above hers. “You’re never going to forget this.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because you’ve never been f****d by someone like me.”

I pulled out my wallet, removing the condom I always kept inside, and stored it in my jacket pocket to make it more easily accessible.

“You come prepared,” she voiced.

When it came to s*x, yes.

I had plenty of friends who worked in family law.

Not using a condom was a gamble I wasn’t willing to take.

“Aren’t you thankful for that?” I hissed against her lips.

“In this moment, yes.”

I kissed her neck, her skin tasting like the cake I smelled.

I felt her swallow.

And then she sucked in a deep breath.

“How badly do you want me, Hannah?”

I needed her begging.

I wanted her neediness echoing through me.

She tried to wiggle a hand loose, like she was going to steer one of mine toward her p***y. “If you felt me, you would know.”

I didn’t budge.

“I intend to, but I want to hear you tell me first.”

“Declan …” She rose onto her toes, nipping my bottom lip, catching me off guard. When she went in a second time, she didn’t release it. She sucked on the end, running her tongue across the inside. The moment she let me go, she whispered, “My body is dying to be touched by you.”

I could still feel her teeth even though they were long gone.

She was spicier than I’d thought.

I ran my hand across her stomach, going underneath the lacy red tank she had on beneath her jacket, her skin getting hotter and her breathing getting louder, the higher I climbed. I surrounded her tit, the hardness of her n****e poking into my palm.

I traced my thumb around her n****e, pinching it between my fingers.

“Oh God,” she squealed. “Yes!”

“Now, I want you to show me how badly you want me.”

I unshackled her wrists, and her arms fell. I took the opportunity to remove her jacket and lift her tank over her head before I sucked her n****e through her bra.

“f**k,” she cried, cupping my c**k over my suit pants.

“Show me, Hannah. Show me how you want me to f**k your pussy.”

She unbuckled my belt and popped the button through and lowered my zipper, reaching into my boxer briefs to fist my shaft. Her hand was slick, making it easy for her to pump me.

“My God, Declan.” Despite the dark alley, I felt her eyes on mine. “You weren’t kidding.”

“Let’s see if you can handle me.” I pulled the bottom of her skirt up to her waist, not wanting to take the time to remove it, and I slipped her thong to the side. My fingers met her heat and wetness. “Goddamn it, you’re perfect.”

Each time I passed her c**t, flicking it, she cried out louder.

Her hips rocked toward me.

She was ready, desperate to be touched, frantic to come.

“You’re dripping.” And that was only her c**t. Once I lowered to her p***y, I found she was soaked there as well. I slid in a finger, going in as deep as my knuckle, the walls of her cunt already clenching around me. “Hannah, you’re so f*****g tight.”

She wasn’t a virgin—that much I could tell—but I wouldn’t call her experienced either.