A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila smiled and took a sip of her champagne.

Bryan sidled up to Alan and whispered, "Those two, they're a couple, right?"

Alan just stared at him, momentarily speechless.

Bryan chuckled, giving Alan a playful slap on the shoulder, "Oh, come on, Alan! You can't fool me. The way they look at each other, it's like there's an invisible thread pulling them together. No affair? Who'd buy that?" Alan just smiled without offering any further explanation.

Inside the ballroom, the music flowed smoothly as guests continuously approached Connor to toast, congratulating him on his company's successful IPO.

Connor's eyes were half-closed, a faint smile playing on his lips as if he were tipsy.

Alan, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but laugh, knowing how well Connor could handle his liquor.

So, he played along, steadying Connor.

Connor muttered to himself now and then, staggering a bit, putting on a convincing show of being completely drunk.

"Mr. Connor's had a bit too much. I'll take him upstairs," Alan announced loudly, drawing curious glances from many guests.

He turned to Camila, "Camila, could you help me get Mr. Connor back to his room?"

Camila nodded with a smile.

Alan and Camila moved in sync, each supporting one side of Connor.

As they left the ballroom and the elevator doors closed, Connor leaned into Camila.

Alan touched his nose, sighed softly, and retreated to a corner of the elevator.

Seeing Connor's act, Camila couldn't help but chuckle, giving him a gentle tap, "Alright, stop pretending. It's just us now." Connor immediately opened his eyes, straightened up, and leaned in close to Camila, whispering, "How'd I do? Convincing?" Camila shook her head, amusement sparkling in her eyes.

They reached the 41st floor.

"Mr. Connor, Camila, good night," Alan said eagerly as he exited the elevator.

In the now quiet elevator, only the two of them remained. Connor turned and embraced Camila.

Startled, Camila gently pushed him away. "The cameras..."

Connor, as if he hadn't heard her, held on even tighter. Ding-The elevator arrived at the 45th floor.

Connor and Camila walked out one after the other. As the door to their room opened, he pressed her against it, gripping her waist and lowering his head to kiss her teasing her lips gently. en

The kiss deepened, heavy with desire.

Camila, eyes closed, responded, her hands trailing up his shoulders to clasp around his neck.

Behind her was the cool door; in front of her, his heat.

Connor's hand left her waist to shrug off his jacket.

Thud-the jacket hit the floor.

His palm found her waist again; his lips trailed down her jaw, to her earlobe, then to her neck...

Camila could hear his breath growing heavier.

She clutched his shirt tightly as Connor kissed her lips once more.

After half a minute, or maybe longer.

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Connor pulled back slightly, and Camila sfowly opened her eyes, locking onto his dark, desire-filled gaze They held each other's eyes for several seconds.

Connor's breath was hot, his voice husky, "Cami, can I?"

Camila's eyes, hazy with a hint of nervousness, whispered after a few seconds, "Gently..."

Connor almost lost it, bending down to kiss her with abandon.

Camila nervously began to unbutton his vest, her hands trembling so much she couldn't manage it. She pulled his shirt out from his trousers instead, her hand touching the hot skin of his waist. Suddenly, Connor lifted her by her hips, and Camila stared fixatedly at his tense, sculpted face. Their eyes met, Connor's gaze deep and intense, his Adam's apple bobbing as he let out a soft grunt. Camila lowered her head and kissed him.

Connor carried her to the bedroom, their lips still tangled, intertwined.

Once in the bedroom, Connor gently laid Camila on the bed, pressing down on her, kissing her fervently. They did what he had longed to do.

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