A One Night Stand With My Boss

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.

The doorbell echoed relentlessly.

Who could it be at this late hour?

Camila frowned, reluctantly rising from her bed to answer the door. Peering through the peephole, she saw Connor standing outside.

With a sigh, she opened the door.

As the door swung open, the unmistakable scent of smoke and liquor hit her. Connor swayed slightly at the threshold. His face flushed with inebriation, and his gaze was cloudy.

Camila frowned, covering her mouth and nose. "What's happened to you? Why have you drunk so much?"

Connor didn't reply but staggered into the apartment.

Camila hurried after him. Suddenly, Connor turned around, extended his long arm, and pulled Camila into his embrace.

His warm palms pressed against Camila's back, tightening his hold. Their bodies pressed closely together.

raced. Her gaze lifted to meet his, and her breath mingled with

as she met Connor's flawless features. Her heart

fixed his gaze on her bright, sparkling

me." Camila tried to speak calmly, desperately

grip was too strong, holding

you fall

her soft, inviting lips. His eyes darkened, and

down, capturing her tender lips

shock. Her mind went blank. Her heartbeat thundered against her chest, rapid and

lips moved gently yet

and tobacco. He explored deeply, dominating the territory. His arms wrapped

to push him away, but her body seemed frozen, unable to move. She could only let him plunder her breath, her

overwhelming her senses. Slowly, she closed her eyes, and her hands

eternity, as if spanning

her lips. Both were breathless. His

for air. Her eyes were slightly unfocused, and her