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.

the sun immediately blinds me as heat engulfs us, the familiar slide of his shades come down on my face. The movement, so normal, so typical

concrete walkway past some expensive looking boats until we come to the familiar Rosalina. A beautiful, long, white yacht belonging to

last time we were here when he left me alone and I shiver at the memory. He’d gone off with god knows how

kisses me on top of the

and leads me on board by

sex, sunbathing, and frolicking in the sea. We’ve been wrapped up like a couple on their honeymoon with only eyes for 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 and getting comfortable, talking through the misunderstandings,

have given us space and it feels like we’re on the cruiser alone. I guess Jake has given orders that we’re

learn, Jake’s sex drive is never fading, it has kept us up late almost every night and in bed until late every morning. He’s made love to me several times every day, until my body constantly tingles and glows with his attentions. I never knew it could feel this way, 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 me. I never knew that I’d have any reason to like that he had a past like his, littered with affairs and constant one-night

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