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

“Turn over.” He commands gently, and I do as I’m told as he comes to kneel over me and starts undoing my dress. My body sags a little at the release from the tight corset. “This dress is coming out to play again, next time we’ll keep it on.” He almost growls, his voice raspy and deep. He sounds more like passionate Jake now and it excites me beyond belief. He catches my hips, pulling me down the bed until my feet slide to the floor and stands me up. When I do, the dress falls around my ankles, so I’m left standing in lace panties with the warmth of his naked torso against my back, his hands trailing down my exposed waist and igniting goosebumps. I close my eyes and let my hands drop to my sides, exposing my naked breasts.

“These can stay on.” He helps me step out of my dress, his hand cupping my foot in my high stiletto shoe and he runs a finger up the back of my naked leg, causing me to shiver in anticipation. He moves away and I glimpse his trousers being thrown to the side of the room from the corner of my eye before he’s back against me.

“Are you nervous?” his soft voice brushes against my ear gently, sending a wave of tingles and electricity rushing around my body, prickling every inch of me and my inner self clenches.

“A little,” I admit. It is partially the reason I wanted it to be fast and passion driven, no room for nerves or shyness. Now we’re standing, almost naked, and my anxiety levels are dwindling to be replaced with desire and the way Jake always makes me feel, calm, and safe.

“It’s a first for me … being nervous I mean,” he utters softly as his breath fans my neck, a soft kiss placed on the apex of my shoulder blades and his hands slide softly over my hips while he takes my panties down slowly to my ankles. I lift a foot at a time and let him remove them fully. Watching as he carefully maneuvers them over the shoes, he wanted me to keep on. I say nothing, just glance down and catch his smile from his lowered pose before he slides back to standing.

caught in a groan as I relax into him and his hands come around, slowly turning me toward him. Despite having sex with him so long ago, he’d never seen me fully naked and I’m more than aware of it now as his eyes roam over me appreciatively. The look takes away my shyness and apprehension and I can see he wants me badly. It’s written all over

muscular biceps, up to his carved shoulders and to his strong neck. I trail across the hard, even plain of chest and tangle in the slight scattering

holding on around his neck. He walks us forward, still his mouth on mine as he lowers slowly to his knees on the bed and shimmies us fully onto it. He drops me down onto the padded

soul, his eyes green and heavy with longing. His face

me. That ache deep inside, love fueled and ravaging, so tender it hurts. He kisses me softly then sucks my bottom lip a little harder and

not going to fuck your brains out though.” He grins up at me and all softness is replaced with hard core lust, his hand cups me between the thighs and slowly circles me. I gasp and arch back as his mouth traces down to my exposed breast and sucks down on

me as he expertly slides a finger within me, circling and

I’m ready,” I command it so breathlessly, but he understands, pulling his hand from between us, he leans to the

himself between my legs carefully. He runs a gentle finger over my breast, up my throat and to my face, where I surprise myself by catching his hand in mine and push his finger into my mouth to suck. He groans and tenses over me, the tip of his hardness pressing against the opening of my softness, where it twitches in response to what I’m doing. It empowers me so that I ease my hips down and up