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

Oh, so we’re fighting again? What happened to happy go lucky PA and hot boss? When we used to flirt more than we fought?

I liked them … I wish they would come back and replace the constant arguments and anger between us lately. The constant sizzling tension and instant flare ups of bad mood and hurt feelings.

What the hell happened to us?

“You think I’m all about my work and I don’t what? … Let life ever interfere?” I snap accusingly.

“Take from it whatever you will.” He’s pouring himself a drink, a strong one. Being cryptic as per usual. For no reason whatsoever, his motion makes me more furious with him, his chilling and kicking back with booze whenever things get serious.

Screw him.

“I know how to have a life … I choose to work more than I fuck about with sex and parties.” I know that isn’t fair. He works harder than he plays, more than most in his business, that’s why I’m always by his side and flying across continents. I’ve seen it. I’m being a bitch for the sake of being a bitch.

“Do you, Emma? … I’m pretty sure that stick up your ass is well and truly lodged.” He growls at me and I blanche.

What the hell? Why is this attack Emma suddenly and how did we get so goddamn mad at one another, over nothing?

We’re literally yelling at each other, tension crackling in the air as the atmosphere thickens. This constant goddamn weird, uptight air is always around us now.

“What the actual fuck? … You chose me as your PA because of how I work … Now what? You’re saying I’m too what? Anal? You want a party buddy instead?” I yell at him. My body tense and I’m waving my hands around in frustration, steel matching glares on both our faces.

one minute and screw her the next! This sexual tension between us all the fucking time, is absolutely killing me!” he spits cruelly, locking me dead in the eye angrily and

Wow.

I’m literally frozen …

mean what? That’s

gawk at him, wide-eyed and speechless, mouth slightly open with surprise as his words sink

shards everywhere, making me jump, his hostility reverberates around the room and silence hits hard. Without another word he stalks toward me, looking dark and crazy, sending a shiver of fear down my spine, immobilizing me for a second before sense has me backing up

clue

mine like our lives depend on it. His lips rams against mine with

advantage of the few seconds of shock. I latch to his kiss purposefully, opening my lips to have his tongue and mine entwine. A groan coming from deep inside me; hot and wanton. Nothing about this is right, but I can’t stop it, I’ve never known this surge coursing through my body which consumes me. I wrap myself around him, his hands in my hair and mine are around his neck. He’s kissing me with all the passion and pent-up frustration of weeks of weird vibes between us. Making love to me with his mouth while

like a damn. The urge to let him devour me and take it all away. He lifts me up smoothly, so I’m against the wall and pulls me hard into

pushes me further into this feeling of raging desire. I want this … I need this … I stop that little inner

stop it

like we let a gulf open between us. I don’t care

an instant, the carpet soft under my back as he cushions the transition, mouths still deliciously molded together. His attentions waken up that deepest desire in me while his body weight is sexy

clothes without thought, every hard curve of his body pushed against mine, grinding into me. He wants me as much as I want him as his erection crushes into my damp

to be kissed like this? This is every fantasy

on his lip the way he has mine before, extracting a moan from him that pushes my fire higher. His hands sliding over my body, exploring, and ravaging me, feeling out my breasts, my waist, and my thighs as he maneuvers me into exactly how he wants me. I’m breathless and burning up with a feverish need.

grasp for his buttons instinctively. I try to get them open but I’m not as smooth as him with his Hulk-like clothes ripping ability, and I’m fumbling. He’s all over me, caressing my curves and pulling me into him in new angles as he continues his possession of my

not going to stop it; it seems neither is he. He’s intent on tasting every piece of me and

like to be Jake’s focus and desire, and it’s