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

As for sleeping in peace, I learned a long time ago that sleeping anywhere near him put an end to my night terrors. I don’t wake with dark shadows looming over me when he’s close by, protecting me, even in my dreams.

“Are we in the Caribbean already?” I rub my eyes and sit up in the seat to look out the window, despite the air conditioning blowing on full, I can tell we’re in warmer climates, there’s a stuffiness in the car.

“It’s only a four-hour flight, the yacht’s already docked here; my father likes to come out here a lot, so the boat has permanent moorings.” He hauls me back to him, pulling me into an embrace. “I missed you while you were sleeping.” He grins before sinking a kiss on me that fully wakens me up.

Will this burning desire he ignites ever calm down, I feel like I may self-implode every time his lips meet mine.

Moving against him fully, absorbing myself into the sensation of his kiss, his hands come up around my face and tangle in my hair. We always seem to ignite the passion quickly. He pulls away to lock eyes with me once more simmering the heat between us a little.

“I never ever told you how much I love your hair … I could run my fingers through it like this for an eternity.” He smiles softly again, melting the last ounces of me and I beam back. The car comes to a slow stop as I smile and flick my hands through the short waves with a wink. Cutting it had been the biggest change of all and now obviously one of my favorites.

come down on my face. The movement, so normal, so typical boss Carrero, makes me grin and hug him like a child. This

leading me along the concrete walkway past some expensive

I shiver at the memory. He’d gone off with god knows how many women to put distance between us, to try to forget how he felt about

on top of the head and gives me a squeeze.

leads me on board by the hand, fingers intertwined like they belong together.

each other. He was right about coming away, we needed this time to just be together, to just get used to our new roles as a couple and no longer fighting our feelings. Time to heal the hurt. It’s been more about bonding

loungers on the upper deck and rarely leaving the close proximity of our bedroom. The staff have given us space and it feels like we’re on the cruiser alone. I guess Jake has given orders that we’re to be left in peace as some forewarning since he tends to

be this way. That someone could make me believe I am so desirable and beautiful or that I could trust a man enough to let him do any of this to

taking me forward into my own journey of sexual awakening, trusting him more than I ever thought capable, and finding the confidence of being in my own skin. He has a way of taking away my awkwardness, my shyness, and replacing it with a hot, wanton, version of myself who wants to be adventurous. I’m flowering beneath his capable hands, coming into my own, learning new things, and growing within myself. Finally putting part of my past to bed in ways I never thought