The Intern (The Dalton Family #4)(96)

How could words be so sexy?

How could they make me feel better than I already was?

But they did.

They brought me there.

And I was gone.

“Declan,” I howled, frozen in the air while he pummeled into me. I couldn’t tell where the sensations were coming from. I couldn’t tell which part of my body was feeling the most pleasure. All I could do was take it. And then all I could do was fall. “Oh fuck! Yes!”

“You want more of this cock? I’m going to give it to you.”

I heard myself beg.

I heard myself moan.

I heard myself demand, “Come with me.”

Shudders were exhausting my body, but I still felt the change in him.

The roughness in his drives.

The deepness.

“Hannah,” he roared.

But he didn’t stop.

He didn’t slow.

He upheld this relentless pattern, pounding into me while he smashed our lips together.

“You’re milking me,” he growled the moment he pulled away. “Milking every drop out of me.”

The waves were still colliding, but as I heard this, as I now knew what was happening inside him, I felt like I was reaching that summit all over again.

There was a messy combination of jitters and tingles, and, “Declan,” came shouting out of me.

“Take my cum, Hannah.” His movements were fierce, untamed. “I want your cunt to swallow it.”

I screamed when the final shudder passed through me, and then I felt nothing but stillness as we clung to each other, finding our breath again.

When I felt like I could finally form words, I pressed my hands on both sides of his face and gently kissed him. “The mountains just got quite the show.”

He dragged his thumb over my bottom lip. “That’s just the first round. Wait until I rub the Nutella mousse cake all over you and then pound”—he grabbed my ass with both hands—“this.”





EPILOGUE





DECLAN





Three Months Later


“Richie Star is insisting that he meet with you next Friday, the second he gets back from his tour,” my assistant said. She was standing in front of my desk, her expression fearful as she delivered the news about one of the largest rock singers in the world whose record company wasn’t letting him out of his contract so he could start his own label.

I tapped my pen on the nearest folder. “Do I have an opening?”

She shook her head. “Not for the next six weeks.”

“Then, tell him that.”

“I did, and he threatened to show up here, Declan.” Her lips spread wide. “He actually said he’d camp outside your office and wait until you let him in.” She moved her notebook against her chest and held it there like a shield.

My pen stilled as the rage erupted inside me. “That motherfucker.”

“I told him it was impossible—”

“I’ll slap a restraining order on him so fast that he’ll be facing another crime if he steps foot into this fucking building.”

“I hinted at that,” she admitted.

Jesus.

And I’d thought Walter was fucking needy.

Dominick’s clients were proving to be so much worse. Rich, entitled, demanding little pricks, like Richie Star, who expected the world to just kneel at his feet.

I had zero patience for people like him.

“Friday … Friday,” I repeated as I pulled up my schedule and scanned the entire day.

I didn’t know why the fuck I was bothering. If I didn’t have an opening, there was nothing I could do.

Especially because the following day, on Saturday morning, Hannah and I were flying to Switzerland, where we’d be spending almost two weeks before I returned to LA for Jenner’s bachelor party.

If I was going to cave, then I’d have to meet with Richie before I left.

Goddamn it.

I knew the media was going to have a field day with this case.

It would be worse than the Kennedy trial.

“I don’t know why—I must be in the giving mood—but you can tell that asshole I’ll meet him here at seven in the morning on Friday. If he’s late”—I ground my teeth together—“and I mean, even by a second—I’m locking my door, and he won’t get another chance with me.”

“I’ll let him know.” She pulled the pad away from her chest, glancing at something she had written, and said, “Declan?”

“Yes?”

“I need to discuss the Montgomery case with you—”

“Hell no.” I put my hand in the air. “Only one shitshow at a time. We’ll discuss the Montgomery case later. I need to finish the terms of the Spade settlement that I’ve been trying to work on for the last hour, but I keep getting interrupted.”

She nodded and left the room.

Now that I had silence, I returned to the document and began to type, getting through only two sentences before there was a knock at my door.

Fuck me.

“What?” I shouted.

The door slowly cracked open, and Hannah’s face appeared in the doorway.

“Hi.” She smiled. “Have a second?”