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

We are entwined in seconds because he doesn’t hesitate. Our tongues are most certainly finding pleasure at meeting once again as he slides his hands into my hair and around my throat, softly holding me still. I’m rejoicing in the feel of his muscular body on top of mine, a little wave of smug pride and deep desire. It’s right in every kind of way; male hardness and soft feminine curves entangling.

This is good, too good, and the fact he’s just as into this as I am, has me ravenous, losing any inhibitions. Panting as my heart pounds from my chest, lost in the perfection of it.

I should really listen to him more when he says let go.

His fingers find mine and he presses them against the mattress beside my head, pulling away to catch his breath momentarily, his eyes dark with dilated pupils, so close.

Don’t stop please, don’t stop.

He regards me for a millisecond, his face in shadow so I can’t read his expression clearly, pondering what we’re doing, then drops to kiss me intensely. Breathing hard and fast, this could go one of two ways. Right now, that giddy head is throwing the sensible option off the boat.

I don’t care about the consequences; I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life. Doubts gone, mind fuzzy with alcohol, for once just following instinct and ignoring my brain. He pulls away, changes angle, and kisses me again, this time, sucking my bottom lip passionately. I almost lose all control right then. His hands back around my face, he’s putting all effort into seducing me, and caressing my tongue with a fire that could wipe out cities.

Jake knows how to kiss; he does it like a guy who has learned the art of making a woman pliable under his skilled attentions. I am no different; body and soul screaming for more, heightened and buzzing with longing. He tastes like alcohol and tropical juice, mouth soft yet agonizingly sensual. I can’t help but tremble with every movement he’s making. Every slight tensing of his muscles, and lines of his body against mine, is beyond sensual. My hands exploring his upper torso, those hard, taut muscles, turning me on.

I’m probably the most inexperienced girl he’s ever had under him, but he makes me crave him. His mouth on mine drowns out every good thing I’ve ever known as a pale second. His taste, his caress, his smell; it’s intoxicating, the best kind of drug. He’s making love to my mouth, pulling me further into erotica, my body aching for more while I’m clinging to him and trying to pull him further into me.

He responds with equal fervor; his hands move to skim the side of my breast and I softly moan in pleasure. Holding his weight up so he can shift against me, bringing his groin to my pelvis and parting my legs, never breaking contact with his mouth. His body is all over me in the most satisfying way. I’m almost on fire with the longing in every cell of my being; I’m so ready to let him take me that I am almost rubbing up against his crotch. We just fit so perfectly, everything coming together easily and in unison.

instinctively shield me slightly. He jerks up to look to where we left the door wide open. There’s

me he’s not so happy about the interruption when what we were doing was mind blowing. He’s still on top of me, braced on

sounds hysterical. I think it’s

is it?”

Daniel … He fell off the boat … We can’t find

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and yet swimming to find his friend in an almost pitch-black ocean. Watching the water with fear gripping my throat, holding my breath with every dive he takes and willing

the crew from the lifeboat; I spin to them, flashlights illuminating the hauling of

Oh my god.

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to a hospital on the mainland, he’s okay but it gave all of us a huge scare and the atmosphere left behind is silent and

night and I’m left reeling from what happened, churning it

at thinking Jake was going to drown every time he dove under; all I could think was how drunk he was. How terrified I was of losing him, counting the seconds until

over the yacht; I barely got to say

in the water. What Jake and I had been doing! Where that had been leading, and just how far down that road to

digest how close I came to ruining all

I contemplate

perspective back and sort my head out. This is getting ridiculous, my inability to separate my hormones from rational thought when he is in proximity. I did this! I’m the one who made a move and kissed him when we were both clearly drunk, but I’m the one who initiated it. Hunter maybe did a dumb thing and almost got himself killed, but he inadvertently stopped me from making the