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.

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

Wow.

I’m literally frozen …

what? That’s

at him, wide-eyed and speechless, mouth slightly open

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

clue

as I attempt to flee sidesways, he pushes me hard against the wall behind me once more and crushes his mouth to mine like our lives depend on it. His lips rams against mine with such force it takes my breath away and I’m too stunned to stop

respond in a way that shocks me to the core; some primal inner me, taking 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

anger and fighting and heartbreak, bursting over me like a damn. The urge to let him devour me and take it all away. He lifts me up smoothly,

emanating from him only pushes me further into this feeling of raging desire. I want this … I need this … I stop that little inner voice of fear and panic trying to wheedle in

won’t stop it

his absence and feeling like we let a gulf open between us. I don’t care about the consequences anymore. I

cushions the transition, mouths still deliciously molded together. His attentions waken up that deepest desire in me

pulling each other’s 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 panties; his mouth knows

I never wanted to be kissed like this? This is every fantasy

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. I’ve never felt this

curves and pulling me into him in new angles as he continues his possession of my body. His mouth running over every inch of skin

it; it seems neither is he. He’s intent on tasting every piece of me and returning to my mouth with every few licks and sucks, to capture me again,

is what it feels like to be