A One Night Stand With My Boss

Connor climbed into bed.

"Move over to the inside," Camila directed.

Following her lead, Connor shuffled to the side closer to the wall. As soon as he lay down, he turned his back to Camila, facing the wall, signaling with his actions that he wouldn't do anything, letting her know she could sleep peacefully. He closed his eyes, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

Camila turned off the lamp, and the room plunged into darkness. She gently lifted the covers and nervously lay down on the narrow bed. She carefully adjusted her position, trying not to touch Connor beside her. Even though she was facing away from him, she could feel his presence clearly-a comforting sensation that came from deep within, their heartbeats and breaths intertwining in the darkness. "Goodnight," Camila whispered softly.

Connor murmured a response and then fell silent. Time passed, but Connor still couldn't sleep, his emotions churning. He stealthily turned over, opened his eyes, and the woman's silhouette in the moonlight gradually became clear. He gently stroked Camila's hair.

Suddenly, Camila, half-asleep, turned over, her habit of hugging a pillow in her sleep leading her hand to reach out. When it touched a warm body, her arm instinctively wrapped around, gently embracing Connor's waist. Connor froze, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. Feeling the softness of her body and the faint scent of her body wash, he involuntarily swallowed. He dared not move, afraid to wake her.

This giant "doll" made Camila feel secure; she moved closer, burying her face in the broad expanse of his chest. Through the thin pajamas, she could feel the strong heartbeat and solid muscles, lost in the warmth of his embrace. Connor felt Camila's breath and body heat, his heart ignited with an indescribable excitement. He looked down at her closed eyes, struggling to control his impulses. He kept adjusting his breathing, to little avail.

Swallowing again, unable to resist

the temptation, he slowly leaned down and gently kissed Camila's forehead. This simple action, like a spark meeting gasoline, instantly ignited the desires within him. His heartbeat quickened, his breathing grew rapid. Throwing

wind, he reached out,tion to the

pulling the

woman tightly into his arms. Her softness pressed against his body, he lowered his head to her neck, kissing lightly, greedily drawing in her scent.

As dawn broke, Connor felt the woman in his arms stir, so he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. Camila slowly opened her eyes, fixing her gaze on the firm chest before her, blinking. Thinking of how they had shared a bed last night made her cheeks flush. She lifted her head her hand gently caressing the man's throat and chin.

Unable to pretend any longer, Connor opened his eyes, staring at her slightly blushed face.

"Good morning," his voice was husky.

"Weren't

supposed to sleep

back-to-back last night?" Camilacet

voice was soft and mellow,

It and mellow, sending

ripples through Connor's

heart

He chuckled, gently pinching her nose, "Last night... it was you who came to hug me."This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

"Nonsense!" Camila frowned, her face puffing up as she gripped his shoulders, trying to look him in the eye. "Ah," the man groaned huskily, his voice revealing an indescribable desire and excitement.