A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila froze.

She immediately realized what it was and blushed furiously. She tried to shift away, but the man groaned again. Camila's ears were so red they practically glowed. Her hand was still on his shoulder, feeling the heat. She couldn't tell if it was from a fever or his desire. Her mind was a whirlwind, and she stiffened, not daring to move.

"You're supposed to be sick! How can you still react like this?"

"I'm sick, but it's not," Connor said in a husky voice. He gently tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, his deep eyes smoldering as he whispered.

"With a beauty in my arms, it'd be worrying if there was no reaction. That might spell trouble for our future happiness..."

His low voice sent shivers through Camila, making her ears burn even hotter. Connor kissed her bright red ear and chuckled softly, "Let's just hold each other for a bit. I remember what I promised last night." Camila was held tightly against him, and that certain something showed no signs of going away. Her heart was racing; she was sure Connor could feel it, making her blush even more.

"Let me hold you a little longer. A cold shower will fix this," he murmured.

"No, you're still sick!" Camila protested, looking up at him.

"Then will you help me?" His dark eyes were filled with desire.

"No!" Camila turned away. She knew she couldn't stay on that bed it was too dangerous! She threw off the blanket, "You rest some more; I'll go make us something to eat."

Connor stayed silent, his eyes still burning with intensity. Camila quickly left the bedroom and dashed to the bathroom to splash her face with cold water, breathing heavily.

Suddenly, she noticed a prominent

love bite on her neck. Her face

heated up again. That man! She was so annoyed she felt like biting him back. The concealer was in the bedroom; she couldn't cover it up immediately. After calming down a bib, she headed to the kitchen to cook some oatmeal.

This time, she managed not to burn it. She tiptoed back into the bedroom, finding Connor already asleep. Camila took out an ear

thermometer and gently placed net

near his ear. The numbers flickered before settling at 101.3 degrees Fahrenheit. She frowned slightly. Although his fever had gone down, he was still sick.

Not wanting to wake him, she decided to let him continue resting. She gently pulled the blanket over Connor's body and sat quietly by the bed, watching him sleep peacefully. Looking at his lips, she thought

about the love bite he had left on her neck the night before.

She got up and sat at the vanity to apply some concealer. Suddenly, Connor's voice came from behind her. Camila turned around and glared at him. "Look at what you did last night!" Camila pointed to her pale neck, where the almost purple love bite was clearly visible. "Even concealer can't cover this!"© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Connor paused, taken aback by his lack of control the previous night. He touched her neck gently, "Does it hurt?"

Camila frowned and shook her head.

Connor apologized, "I'll be more careful next time."

Still annoyed, Camila brushed his hand away. "There won't be a next time!"

"Cami, move in with me, will you?" Connor rested his head on her shoulder, speaking softly.