The Intern (The Dalton Family #4)(72)

I growled, “You like that, don’t you?”

She swallowed and breathed. “Declan …”

“I’m filling every part of you, Hannah, and you’re taking it.” I increased my speed just a little. “You’re fucking taking it, baby.”

I wanted the orgasm to pound through her, so while I kept my thumb on her clit, I added a second finger to her pussy. I was only a few dunks in when she began to tighten.

“Yes,” I roared. “Your ass is milking me.”

She didn’t need to tell me; I felt what was happening inside her. I saw the shudders move across her stomach. My ears filled with her screams.

“That’s it,” I demanded. “Now, make me fucking come.”

I couldn’t slow. I couldn’t even maintain the same speed.

My hips started to pound into her, urging the orgasm through her body.

“I’m going to fucking fill you,” I threatened as the burst rose through my balls and into my cock, shooting my first load into her ass. “Fuck yes!” There was a raging intensity that exploded through me a second and third time, each resulting in another stream of cum, emptying myself inside her.

“Declan!”

Ripples broke out across her body, the wetness in her pussy thickening as I softened my movements, dying off the second we both stilled.

“My God”—she shook her head over the mattress—“that was …” She paused. “I don’t even know what that was.”

I chuckled. “One of the best things I’ve ever felt.”

“Yes.” She swallowed. “That.”

Gently, with as little pressure as possible, I pulled out. My fingers were next, exiting each spot, leaving her a quivering mess. She attempted to close her legs, but I wouldn’t let her, staying between them and kneeling back for a better view.

“I want to watch the cum pour out of your ass.”

It took a few seconds before the white drip worked its way down to the bed.

“Hannah …” I gazed up at her face. “That was so fucking hot.” I placed a soft kiss on her clit and then pecked my way up her navel until I reached her mouth. “I was going to grab a towel to clean you off, but I have a better idea.”

I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her off the bed. Carrying her into the bathroom, I set her on the bench inside the shower. I waited for the water to warm before I guided her under the steam, holding her against my body.

As I gripped the sides of her head, the water pouring over us, I realized how different she tasted. Still sweet. But there was also a saltiness on her tongue that I couldn’t get enough of.

It tasted like … us.

When I pulled away, her eyes bore into mine.

“I love this side of you.” Her arms wrapped around my waist. “I don’t know that I’ve ever seen it. Maybe hints here and there. But I could certainly get used to it.”

I couldn’t deny that there was a difference.

I didn’t know if it was just tonight, if this side would still exist tomorrow.

If this was a completely new version of me.

But I felt it too.

I cupped her cheeks and aimed her face up to mine. “I told you, I’m giving you all of me.”

“I want it. Every bit.”

With that came a pang of emotion that I’d been avoiding.

Followed by another.

And then another.

The first for needing to admit to Hannah that we’d slept together before her internship.

The second for needing to talk to Dominick about my relationship with his cousin.

The third for this wedge of guilt in my fucking chest.

Nothing was simple when it came to Hannah Dalton.

But I knew one thing to be true.

“What’s going to make this a little easier is that you’re only going to be my intern for another month.”

The weeks had gone by so fast, probably because I’d spent them so fucking irritated that I couldn’t tell Monday from Saturday.

“That means graduation.” She sighed. “And full-force bar prepping.” Her hands flattened on my back, her brows rising. “Will that change things … between us?”

“I think we need to play it cool in the office—out of respect for your family and our jobs.”

She nodded. “Of course.”

“But, no, I can’t see it changing anything.”

Unless, when I eventually found the balls to tell her the truth about the night in the alley, she fucking hated me for it.

That could change a lot of things.

“Good.” She leaned up and kissed me. “Because I’m really starting to get used to this.”

My hands left her face and took hold of her ass, squeezing that perfect roundness. “Is this what you’re talking about?”

She laughed. “No, silly.” She brought my face closer, and right before she kissed me, she whispered, “This.”





TWENTY





HANNAH





A date. That was the way Declan had described our upcoming plans for Saturday night before I left the office on Friday. He told me to wear something nice-ish and that he’d pick me up at seven. When I’d tried to ask for more details, he’d shut me down and told me he wanted the evening to be a surprise.