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

I wake in the early morning light entangled in Jake’s limbs and bed sheets, my body aching and heavy from everything he’s done to me through the night. I can’t help but smile at the memories, a warm blush traveling over my sensitive skin.

If I had thought Jake had a high sex drive when dating his string of floozies, I have severely underestimated him. Last night, he’d been addicted to my body, barely giving me time to recover. He’d been true to his promise and brought me to dizzying heights of orgasm more than once with his expertise and confidence in pleasuring me. There is not a single inch of my skin he has not kissed or licked or massaged softly and I finally passed out from exhaustion, rather than his wavering libido. My brain too confuddled to function anymore. My Casanova is truly a master in the bedroom, with the confidence of a man who has no sexual inhibitions. I am literally glowing all over.

Old Emma has been reborn.

I manage to free myself from his arms and slide out without waking him, standing by the bed in all my glory to gaze at him for a moment. His beautiful body sprawled out, possessing the bed in the way he possessed me over and over. My heart swells to almost bursting and I know I’m smiling like an idiot. My heart swelling to bursting.

I love him more than words can ever express.

His almost black hair messily ruffled, his dark lashes closed on flawless tanned skin and that designer stubble, sexily hot against crisp white sheets. He looks like the cover of an erotica book, naked torso, and tattooed shoulders, carved in perfection and yet, he is all mine. It takes my breath away.

How did I ever manage to get him? To win his heart? I must be dreaming.

My head is still reeling over the fact that I’m here, that I’m with him. I’m in his apartment after sharing his bed all night and that he told me so many times already that he loves me.

Jake Carrero loves me … Emma Anderson, a nobody PA from a nothing existence. Jake Carrero … Infamous playboy heartbreaker, actually fell in love. With me…

Ti amo.

names he bestowed on me now, I might understand just what he’s calling me. I giggle inwardly

me feel a little like an ugly duckling in comparison, especially when last night’s make-up was first cried off and then sweated all over me through vigorous pursuits. I’m sure my hair has seen better days and the fright awaiting me in the mirror is so not

in the heat and pounding massage it gives me. For the first time in my life my thoughts are completely blank and there’s nothing. No doubts, no niggles, and insecurities, no memories or anything of the sort. I just feel at peace. Peaceful and something else, a small lifted weightlessness deep inside of

this new

shower door opening and a grin spreads across my face immediately. I know his presence; I could feel him feet away without even trying. His hands come around me from behind, his hard, chiseled body

I join you?” He sounds hoarse and

responds with vengeance, a hardening I cannot ignore. Despite the amount of times he’s had me already, I also react, my insides clenching with desire as a heat rises within and I turn in his arms to capture his mouth, feeling brave, letting my hands run over him then push him back hard against the tiles and launch myself at him. He seems momentarily shocked then grins, his pupils dilating almost instantly. He picks me up under the thighs, so my body wraps around him, every naked inch to every naked inch, walks me forward so my back is against freezing tiles and water is pouring over both

sounds low and gruff, almost threatening. “This is going to be memorable.” His eyes heavy with longing as I bite

* * *

I’m content and truly happy. We’re saying nothing, just laying side by side, his hand twirling a strand of my hair and gazing up, finally sated and it feels like perfection. It only took half a dozen times, in as many hours, to stop him wanting to have sex every moment we stilled to catch our breath. My body is tingling in ways I never knew it could, embarrassment

blinds are shut, the

I would rather be right now,” he says softly, as though reading my mind, his eyes

grinning like a Cheshire cat. He watches me, a

of them compares to you in any way, Emma …they never did, amante. Besides these are pretty big if you ask me.” He cups my breast, leans forward so our noses touch with a wicked gleam in his eye and brushes them together softly. I giggle and slap his hand softly. “You’re my everything,” he soothes with serious