The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO)

The fact that his action was innocent has quelled any fear; there’s no panic in my response, no fluttering stomach. Instead the intimacy is sending me haywire.

Without thought I lean up gently and kiss his mouth lightly. A slight touching of the lips, almost a chaste contact. I don’t know what makes me do it. I’ve no reasoning or thought in my head, only this need to feel his mouth on mine. His soft, warm, full lips enticing me for just a moment to see how it felt again. Pushed on by the proximity and gentle warmth of his breath against my own. My body reacts low down inside, spreading heat through my pelvis and shivers down my legs.

I’m playing with danger, and trepidation is beginning to rise within me; fear at my own reaction to him. He smells familiar, his mouth too alluring. I peck him on the lips again, only slightly firmer this time. Urged on by something inside of me but this time he responds, his mouth parting lightly and he kisses me back, pushing his own mouth to me.

I freeze. My heart rate escalates into a frenzy and I hold still, very, very still. He doesn’t open his eyes or move, just inhales heavily indicating he’s still asleep.

Crap. What the hell am I doing?

I make to move away, no longer able to trust myself but his hand on my jaw tenses, pulls my face forward and he sinks his lips to mine. It’s tender at first, my heart pounding, my head spinning, but every part of my body responds with a vengeance. I open my mouth to his advance; his hand slides down to my breast once more, laying over it and cupping it while my body sizzles under his palm. His lips move against me seductively, kissing me—not tongues—but it feels like the most erotic thing in the world.

Jake kisses exactly as I expected him too. Mind-blowing and experienced. His mouth matching mine in soft grazing movement, making me lightheaded and my breathing turns shallow. I allow my hands to wander up to his face and trace his square jawline softly, bringing us closer together. He feels so good! His face firm and I want this more than I should. I let myself move into the touch and let it continue. Lost in how he feels and tastes.

His hand moves down boldly, curling behind my butt and pulls me into his groin, making it clear he’s aroused, his hard body pressing into my pelvis. I groan involuntarily, closing my eyes tighter, letting him take control, ignoring the little voices in my head trying to pull me away. His lips part further, pressing into mine and his tongue slides into my mouth, setting me alight with passion. Deepening it. It’s erotic and intense; the sensation causing my stomach to flutter and flip. He tastes like heaven and for minutes I’m lost to what we are doing, all reason floating away. His tongue feels divine and I respond with a longing I never knew I was capable of as his arms come around me suggestively. Breath hitching between us.

body weight pressing down, and our groins rammed snugly against one another. I can feel everything, my body sizzling with the sensations and my breath shallow and fast. Passion ignited fully as his hands and arms cage my head and my own fingers, cupping his jaw, pull him closer. Mouths fully intertwined with his stubble grazing my soft

Hell!

foreplay. I know I won’t have the strength to say no or stop it. He’s causing cravings I have never experienced; a low, deep, throbbing heat and the desire to have him satisfy my hunger. His kiss too addictive to want to stop. I instinctively know that these urges are a longing to have sex, something I’ve never felt before. Something so new and so overpowering. The apex of my thighs hard against him is almost on fire and waves of desire pulse up

urgent. Upping the gear from erotic passion into searing lust. Our tongues caressing one another in an intense motion; he knows how to seduce my mouth in ways that has me gasping for more, the taste of him exquisite. It’s like we just know instinctively how to come together, how to kiss each other. A perfect fit. The first man I have ever wanted to ever do this to me, and he lets me lose myself in him. My first French kiss ever and it’s

surrender or complete panic, body ready to self-combust, starting to come to terms with

scared to move, or breathe and realize he has been asleep this whole

It wasn’t real!

confused, disappointed, but also relieved and yet conflicted. He’ll never know what we did, he’ll have no memory of it. I’m not sure if

to rouse him properly, but don’t. Instead, I slide free and get out of bed, aware of how close I just was to screwing everything up with him. Despite being completely captive to how kissing him felt, as though I’ve broken some line of trust, that I abused him in his sleep, and it makes me feel disgusting and vile. No better than my mother’s

Unsure what to feel. I’m

have no excuse. I wasn’t drunk, I wasn’t half asleep; maybe it was the shock? But that

a woman after all! I can see why my body would respond to him that way. He is

him that way. I crossed the line and I’m glad he never

still feel his mouth on mine,