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.

to meet his, and her breath mingled with the scent of this man. Her soft body pressed against his firm

Camila's face as she met Connor's flawless features. Her heart nearly leaped from

her bright, sparkling eyes. Why couldn't she be

Let go of me."

grip was too strong, holding

you fall for

inviting lips.

capturing her tender lips accurately.

eyes widened dramatically, her gaze filled with shock. Her mind went blank. Her heartbeat thundered against her chest,

lips moved gently yet possessively over

tobacco. He explored deeply, dominating the territory.

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

her senses. Slowly, she closed her eyes, and her hands involuntarily climbed to his

lasted an eternity, as if

from her lips. Both were breathless. His deep gaze

air. Her eyes were slightly unfocused, and her cheeks were flushed and hot.