The Intern (The Dalton Family #4)(56)

She licked across both lips before she took my fingers into her mouth, holding my stare the entire time, licking up and down and around my knuckles.

“Fuck me,” I hissed as she bobbed before sucking the tips. “You want my cock?”

She nodded. “Please. Now.”

I’d never heard such a sexy demand.

“You have one job, Declan.”

I returned to her ear, tasting the vanilla on her skin, and whispered, “To make you come as many times as possible.”

“That’s always the answer, but there’s something else too.”

“And that is?”

“To make me forget how much of an asshole you are.”

I chuckled as I returned to her pussy. “You want me to fuck the hate out of you?”

“Yes.” She got even wetter. “Relentlessly.”





SIXTEEN





HANNAH





The words had only just left my mouth, and I was already in the air, Declan carrying me to his desk, where he set me on the edge. He spread my legs and stood between them, lowering his face until he was eye-level with my waist.

“This view …” He gazed up at me with such an animalistic level of hunger. “This scent …” He pressed his nose against my clit. “You have the most beautiful cunt I’ve ever seen.”

I ran my hand through his hair. “Are you teasing me?”

“Savoring … not teasing.” His tongue swiped me and then stilled. “I’ve thought about doing this all fucking day. I want to take my time.”

I tugged on his hair until he gave me his eyes. “Maybe if you were a little nicer to me, I’d give it to you more often.”

There was a pattern to Declan’s behavior. When he felt challenged and threatened, he became even more of a dick. When he wanted something he believed he couldn’t have, he fought with his words. But one thing was obvious: he was acting this way because I mattered. Because he wanted me. Because, for some reason or another, he believed we couldn’t be together.

I needed to change that.

He circled my clit and stopped. “You know I’m not good at that.”

“Try.” My hips bucked as he sank his finger inside me.

“Try to be sweeter? Or try to constantly give you my face to ride?”

“Try to whisper instead of roar.” I pulled on his hair to urge him closer. “But I still can’t get enough of you.”

He sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking the end, releasing it to say, “Of my tongue.”

“That. Yes.” My eyes closed; my mouth stayed open. “But there’s more, Declan. I think about you.” I gradually connected our stares. “Fantasize about you.”

He licked the entire length of me. “You want this to be mine.”

I’d wanted that since the night at the bar.

He was the one who had been battling this, who had been causing my thoughts to be such a tangled mess.

“Yes,” I replied.

“But there’s more.”

I was grateful he could see right through me, so what I was about to say wouldn’t come as such a surprise.

I bit my lip, preparing. “There’s something so sexy about a dominant alpha.” I fisted his hair, ruining the gel he’d put in this morning. “A man who’s angry all the time, except when I’m feeding him what’s between my legs. That’s when he softens. When his vulnerable side comes through.”

He huffed air, like a brief, deep laugh.

“But I need more, and I need you to think about that.” This wasn’t the right time to get answers out of him. This was the time to sprinkle crumbles that he could inhale later when he was ready. When he was alone. When he was reflecting about today. “I want to be the girl whose pussy you eat on top of your desk, but I also want to be the girl you cuddle on Sunday mornings.”

He stared, unblinking, his tongue slack against me.

“Now, are you going to kiss me with that wet mouth?”

“Or?”

“Are you just going to make me come?”

He flattened his tongue, gently dragging it up and down my clit before he moved on to his fingers, licking me off them as he stood. From inside his wallet, he pulled out a condom and set it beside me. His pants then dropped, his boxer briefs next, exposing that beautiful, massive cock. With his teeth, he tore off the corner of the foil packet and aimed the latex at his tip, rolling it down his shaft.

“Declan …”

Once he finished, he pumped himself several times and looked up at me. “Yes?”

My chest rose and fell as my gaze dropped to his dick. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to be quiet.” I licked across my lips. “Not when I know what you’re about to do to me.”

“I know just how to solve that problem.”

He loosened his tie and slipped it over his head. I had no idea where he was going with this, but as soon as he placed it over my head and positioned the knot in front of my mouth, I knew.

“Open.” He inserted the knot between my teeth. “Bite down.” I followed his order, earning me a, “Fuck. You’re so hot.”

The tie was one of the sexiest I’d ever seen him wear. The same color red as the day I’d met him, but this one was smoother. Almost silk. No texture or pattern. Just buttery, like his skin.