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.

Italian, just to understand the many pet names he bestowed on me now, I might understand just

up. The downside to a specimen like him is it makes 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 worthy of someone like

so it blocks everything out. Noise, thought, bodily aches and just revel 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 me I can

is this new

without even trying. His hands come around me from behind, his hard, chiseled body against my back

join you?” He sounds

my hands run over him then push him back hard against the tiles and launch myself at him. He seems momentarily shocked

is going to be memorable.” His eyes heavy with longing as I bite his lip

* * *

up, finally sated and it feels like perfection. It only took half a dozen times, in as

homely. The blinds are shut, the room still dim but everything feels right, like I’m

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

Cheshire cat. He watches me, a smile moving across

my breast, leans forward so our noses touch