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

I’m putty in his hands. He’s showing me that with a kiss he owns me and it’s working. I’ve melted to a gooey puddle in his lap where he could literally strip me naked right now on the sidewalk and I wouldn’t argue. He’s uncovered my weakness for him in one night and he fully intends to utilize it. Jake has always had skills in manipulation, so this doesn’t surprise me in the slightest. He pulls his mouth from mine, keeping his hand around my jaw, holding us nose to nose

“We’re going away for some time alone … We need it … I need this.” His voice is thick and husky, and he kisses me again before I can answer, pulling me back down into erotica, his tongue caressing mine until I feel like the longing will make me self-implode. His hand moves up under my dress finding what he’s searching for, pulling my underwear aside and connects. I arch on his lap, gasping in pleasure, his mouth still on mine as I squirm.

“Say yes, bambino.” He breathes into my mouth, pushing his fingers inside me slowly, his thumb circling at the front deliciously. I wriggle and claw at his shoulders, the sensation overwhelming me. Every part of my already sensitive womanhood is throbbing with pleasure. His fingertips gently circling and teasing until I’m almost panting, almost begging. He withdraws, leaving me wanting and aching. “Say yes.” He breathes again. The sensation is too extreme and too intense to fight, and I want more of it. I grasp his arm and try to force his hand back to its previous position, bite his lower lip in a bid to make him take me but he stays still, his eyes dark with lust. God this man is stubborn!

“This isn’t fair,” I moan and grind into his lap trying to take control from him, but he only smiles. He’s far better at this game than I’ll ever be. I can feel his desire beneath me, hard and obvious but he’s still as a statue, amusement on his face, making it clear he likes this version of Emma.

“One little word, miele, and I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll screw you right here in the car.” He smirks.

Only Jake could make that the most appealing sentence in the world.

I give in, saying, “Yes,” loudly as I wrap my arms around his neck and falling into a passionate kiss, my inner self squealing out in ecstasy as his hand moves back inside me, and his other hand pulls down my bodice. I don’t even care that he’s just manipulated me without effort, most likely starting a pattern for things to come now that he knows he can.

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I try to right my dress when I’m back in my own seat, pulling its skirt back down my body awkwardly, my face hot and I’m sure I must be several shades of pink and red, my skin is glowing.

to make good and made love to me in his car. Facing me forward to the front windscreen, sat in his lap with his arms around me, glad of the heavily tinted windows. It was awkward but erotic and I ended up sprawled over his steering wheel gasping in the afterglow. I only then became self-conscious about our surroundings, relieved when I saw he put us in an empty alley, shaded by tall buildings on either side. He knew he was going to have sex with me as soon as he turned the car. The appearance of the condom a huge hint, the cheeky wink and grin confirmed

seat belt back on, always obsessed with taking care of me as though I’m incapable. He looks completely unaffected by what we’ve just done, even his hair

to make me agree?” I gaze at him, trying to look unamused, but I

righting himself in his seat and pulling his belt on. “Now make sure there’s a lot of bikinis … We’ll be solo this time, I doubt you’ll need any actual clothes.” He winks and for some reason I know he means it … bikinis or naked, I can be sure that’s how I’ll end up if the last thirty

from my face. He has us

to have your hot Italian boyfriend sweat it out of you in various

enough

the things that make him who he is; his confidence and directness and he knows it. Damn you,

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apartment, she looks frantic and I’m hit with instant guilt. My phone died late last night, and I have been so absorbed in being with Jake I haven’t even thought she would be worried. She looks us over in surprise then grins knowingly. I guess I

off the search party!” She grabs me in a hug and points a finger at Jake. “You better be treating her right this time. Stopping all this nonsense and bullshit evasive

she’s my Queen … She was a little too busy to think about phoning home, Mom.” He darts

finally hooked up with me.” I smooth back her stray hairs and try to fix her baggy shirt. She’s obviously been in her nightshirt

Promise.” I hold up my girl guide oath, despite never being one and try for a smile. She glares then shakes her head and

be away trying out some guy’s bed springs—” She snorts.