A One Night Stand With My Boss

"He's my right-hand man; no need to worry," Connor said with a grin.

Camila's cheeks warmed up instantly. From now on, whenever she wasn't around and Connor had the blinds drawn in his glass-walled office, wouldn't that just scream they were up to some "naughty business"?

The thought made her feel a bit exposed.

"Let me go," she playfully protested.

"Hold still, just need a hug," Connor replied, pulling her closer. "Gotta recharge."

Camila sighed, unable to break free. How did this guy get so clingy after they started dating?

She just let it be, allowing him to hold her.

"Why did you remove that rule?" she asked softly.

Connor stroked her back, his gaze softening as he looked into her eyes. "Can't let the mayor light fires and forbid the townsfolk from lighting candles, can I?"

Camila paused, touched by his intent to protect her. If their relationship ever got out, Connor as the boss wouldn't face much scrutiny, but she might become the talk of the office.

Her heart felt warm.

"What took you up to the rooftop?" she asked curiously.

"I wanted a smoke, but you hate the smell, and I didn't want to leave any trace in the office," Connor explained.

A flicker of emotion passed through Camila as she cupped his face, playfully scolding, "I really do hate the smell of smoke. So, Mr. Connor, could you smoke less, or even quit, for me?" She lowered her gaze, adding softly, "Smoking isn't good for you."

Connor was silent for a moment, his eyes intensely locked on hers, his voice low and husky.

"Help me quit," he said.

Camila nodded, earnestly replying, "I know some methods like nicotine cookies or having sweets when the urge hits."

She then looked troubled and added softly, "But, those aren't things you like to eat."

"I have an idea," Connor said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

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A blush spread across Camila's face instantly, and she glared at Connor, "Can you ever be serious!" Connor released her, then stood straight, his voice deep and serious, "Cami, I feel like smoking." Before Camila could react, he gently lifted her chin, leaned down, and kissed her.

Camila gasped, her head tilting back as Connor gripped her slender waist, holding her steady. Lost in the kiss and slightly dazed, Camila's hands instinctively climbed up his shoulders.

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Camila looked up at him, her eyes glistening, lashes fluttering.

They gazed at each other for a few seconds, both panting softly.

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He dipped his head to capture her lips again, prying open her teeth, their lips and tongues intertwining.

He pressed against her, deepening the kiss.

Camila's soft moans escaped, her sweet sounds stirring Connor's deeper desires.

He suddenly felt his blood rushing to his lower body.

Camila could clearly feel something pressing against her.

Her hands tensely gripped the edge of the desk.

Connor suddenly broke off the kiss, looking deeply into her eyes.

Camila opened her eyes, filled with a misty desire, staring back into his lust-filled gaze.