The Intern- Enemies To lovers

ONEDECLANOut of the thirty students in this classroom, there was one I couldn’t take my goddamn eyes off of.In fact, the moment I had stepped through the door of the Trial Advocacy class, I had caught eyes with her.She was twenty-three. Twenty-four tops.With long, wavy, dark hair and bright blue eyes. Lips that were full, plump, and covered in a shiny pink gloss. She wore a black skirted suit with the highest heels.Heels I wanted stabbing into my back as I wrapped her legs around me.Heels that were a solid four inches, still only bringing her up to the top of my chest.She was small, petite.But this girl had a fire.A mighty personality, wrapped in a fucking delicious body.And, fuck me, didn’t I take in that body while she stood in the center of the classroom, facing the stand, cross-examining her witness.I’d come in to mentor this mock trial, and several students had gone before her, cross-examining the witness. The difference was, their voices lacked confidence. They hadn

She tucked a chunk of her dark hair behind her ear, forcing me to notice her black polish and thin fingers, several decorated with gold rings—an edgy style that I really liked.“Today was one of the best days I’ve had in law school.” She paused to take the martini from the bartender and turned partially toward me. “We’d done mock trials in the past, but they were nothing like this one. This one made me realize I had been doing it all wrong. Addressing the wrong audience, focusing on the wrong elements.” She moved the glass to her lips, where they slowly parted to take a drink. Her tongue swiped away the wetness the moment she was done. “Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I’m going to be a stronger lawyer because of you.”Fuck, this girl was sexy.I looked at the bartender and said, “Scotch. Neat. Give me a double.” When my gaze returned to Hannah, my dick started to harden.I just wanted to keep her talking, so I could see her lips moving. I wanted to envision them spread wi

“Let’s say you have a client you know is guilty, but you’re skilled enough to get them off.” I cleared my throat, cursing myself for phrasing every conversation I had with him in such a sexual nature. “Are you able to close your eyes at night? You know, sleep eight hours and wake up the next morning like nothing happened?”He crossed his hands over the table. “Are accountants able to sleep at night, knowing their clients are embezzling money that’s not reported to the IRS? Or how about a cardiothoracic surgeon who performs open heart surgery on a patient who will return home post-surgery and eat a stick of butter with dinner, washing it all down with a pint of ice cream?”His fingers formed a triangular peak, drawing my attention to them. Their length, thinness. How masculine they looked with a slight dusting of hair on the backs of his hands.Hands that I could picture running across every inch of my body.Oh man.“We can’t control what our clients do or what they admit to or withhol

And, two, he really could see right through me, his expression telling me so.“I see a woman who’s trying to argue against her body. You don’t want me to have this effect on you, but I do. You’re shivering. I can feel it.” His hand moved around to my arm, his finger running up and down the back of my bicep. “Your pulse is hammering away; your heart’s pounding. You have to really focus on everything I’m saying because you find yourself getting lost in my words.”When he leaned into my ear this time, I was sure I felt his lips against my lobe.“You’re dying to know what my mouth tastes like. If my cock fits my body type—large, thick … manly.” I tried to fill my lungs as he added, “It does.”“Declan—”He shifted, so our eyes met. “What would tomorrow feel like, Hannah, after I spent the whole night with you? How satiated … how sore would you be?”I wasn’t thinking.Because he’d sucked every thought out of me.“Isn’t that what’s on your mind?”I couldn’t answer.I couldn’t even force the

“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 ev