Camila's protests died on her lips as Antonio's hands found their mark, his fingers expertly finding the places that made her shiver and made her forget all about alarms and meetings. Her "no, no, no" dissolved into a breathless moan as he leaned in against her neck. The fight simply evaporated.
It was always like this with Antonio – his mischief, his touch, the way he just knew what would make her melt. One minute she was all professional resolve; the next, she was a happy tangle of limbs again, just like earlier, lost in the rhythm of his body against hers, the scent of him, the intoxicating heat.
"One more round" had turned into several.
The alarm clock was silent now, probably having screamed itself hoarse and given up. Camila lay tangled in the sheets, Antonio's arm heavy around he
