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

He buckles me into the passenger seat of his car, leaning in to kiss me tenderly once more, his green eyes alive and twinkling. Jake can’t seem to stop kissing me and it’s not like I can complain, after a year of being crazy for him, I don’t want him to stop. I’ve not seen him this happy and carefree for a long time, since before the first time he ever kissed me.

Had I really been torturing him all that time?

My heart lurches at the thought as he closes my door and comes around to slide into his sleek powerful car in an effortlessly graceful maneuver.

“Your place for a change of clothing, I guess.” He runs his fingers down the thigh of my satin dress, his pupils dilating. “I forgot to tell you how amazing you look in this by the way. I practically passed out when I saw you.”

“You’re so easy.” I giggle watching his lips part as he raises his eyebrow and winks at me

“Can’t help it, bambino … You’re sex on legs, and this dress only emphasized that fact.” He throws me his killer smile and starts the car. “Maybe we’ll get a replay of making out on the bonnet sometime soon.” He tilts his head toward me with a raised eyebrow and I shake mine in response with an added eye roll, a smile breaking across my face.

Is this real? Is this really happening?

We’ve been together all morning, showered for a second time and managed to get clean that time, ate pancakes and bacon in bed and teased each other mercilessly. It’s so easy and natural, it feels like we’ve always been this way, devoid of awkwardness. All heartache forgotten, all the tension, fights, and stupid behavior. All of it had faded away as though we were never just boss and PA, or even just friends. It’s well after noon and we were only now getting out of his building.

“We can’t just hop on a jet to the Caribbean.” I point out since he hasn’t dropped this subject yet.

“I’m pretty sure we can. I own a plane and a boat and the company who employs you.” He pulls into traffic, the hum of his powerful car sending excitement through me, something about this car gives me thrills. I guess because it’s so him … Powerful, sexy, expensive … A thrill of a ride in that almost trademark black and the thought of it makes me redden.

“I hope whatever’s making you blush is something I’ve done in the past twelve hours, miele?” His hand comes to my thigh and he squeezes gently, his focus going quickly back to the road.

the past twelve hours I’m blushing about.” I smile back, our eyes lock longingly, I’m overwhelmed by

this way? Is

respond, just let the heat ride up from my thighs into my face, and I’m biting my lip as the inner desires overtake me. I don’t think it’s possible for him to improve on anything he’s

It comes from somewhere inside of me, so impulsively it even surprises me. Like it had to be said in that second. He turns

tire of hearing that from you … Ti amo, bellezza.”

I love you, beautiful.

beginning to understand some of the things he says to me but too many times I

love that Jake litters his affectionate terms with Italian words and he sometimes slips into fluent Italian sporadically, it’s sexy as hell, even if

going to the Caribbean.” I point out stubbornly, “We both have jobs, and I’m sure my new boss won’t be happy about my sudden sabbatical.” I try for stern,

boss … Wilma will have no say.” that flicker of Jake dominance shining through but for once it doesn’t annoy me, it excites me. We always did play the power game

PA? How in the hell will that work?

maneuver the car confidently, my knees pressing together in anticipation of

cozy hotel rooms now?” He flashes a knowing smile at me, and I get a severe jealousy twinge. He’s right! I wouldn’t like that at all, and I know Margo is only his temp stand in.

do not like that at all.

find anyone as tolerant as me,” I mutter darkly, contemplating some other woman sharing his room, suddenly overwhelmed with hostility. He grins, knowing his

… Not ever again, my little green-eyed seductress.” The seriousness in his tone sends a thousand butterflies through me and he pinches my cheek playfully to kill my mood. I never, ever, imagined I would hear words like those coming from Casanova Carrero’s mouth, let alone his willingness to be with one woman in

hell could freeze over after all.

will affect things?” I ask as doubt creeps in and a little tremor of anxiety hits.