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.

a fucking normal assistant! One who doesn’t fucking make me feel like I want to beat the shit out of her one minute and screw her the next! This sexual tension between us all the fucking time, is absolutely killing me!” he

Wow.

I’m literally frozen …

mean what? That’s

mouth slightly open

sending 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

no clue what he’s

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 him. My head is still in the middle of the floor, miles behind me, floundering at his statement, and hasn’t yet caught

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 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 his hands run over me and pin me to him forcefully. Our bodies

need to have every inch of him joined with mine overtakes all sense and reason. A release from all the 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, so I’m against the wall and pulls me hard into him, my legs moving automatically

I need this … I stop that little inner voice of fear and panic trying to wheedle in and I push her down harshly

You won’t stop it

open between us. I don’t care about the

me off the wall and we’re on the floor in an instant, the carpet soft under my back as he cushions the transition, mouths still

crushes into my damp panties; his mouth knows no

kissed like this? This is every fantasy

about this, it’s drawing me in, opening me up, making my head go blank with desire. I suck 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. I’ve never felt this way or wanted it

paper. I’m surprised, but yet I’ve never been so horny in my life over something this primal; I 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 body. His mouth running over every inch of skin he can find while exposing more. We’re frantic and panting and lost in passionate heat that’s leading to explosion. I’m lost under his attentive hands and I’m imploding inside with desire, my body is clenching in ways I never knew

really going to happen this time and I’m not going to stop it; it seems neither is he. He’s intent on tasting every piece of me

it feels like to be Jake’s