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

“I ummm, think I need you to look these over in your office,” I chirp brightly, deliberately getting up to walk sexily into his room without a backward glance. I make sure I walk to his desk in full sight of the open door and bend over enough to slide the file down, just enough for my jacket to ride up, exposing my tight skirt, hugging my butt, lifting one foot slightly as though I’m reaching out, so my legs look shapelier in the confined material. The door shuts behind me almost immediately, his hands running up my thighs and igniting passion; I’m turned and thrown over his shoulder instantly, letting out a small squeal and giggle as he marches me toward that internal door.

* * *

I stretch out in my chair and arch my back, my desk is littered with papers, my laptop, files, and an overwhelming amount of random crap. It’s been a hard few days, not made any easier by my oversexed boss-lover and his attempts at dragging me into his cupboard at every opportunity. He’s succeeded more times than I want to admit, making that couch almost like a bed away from home.

He’s finally settled down into some sort of work routine and left me alone today. I can see him through the open door, head down as he types, focus intent, that old Carrero frown in place, showing he means business. I watch him for a few seconds, that familiar that swell of love inside of me. I can’t stop it, every time I look at him, I have to pinch myself that this is real, that I’m really here. He senses my eyes on him and glances up, throwing me a knee weakening smile, his youthful boyish, ‘I’m way too hot to be legal’, smile. I beam back and turn away, not wanting to give him too much encouragement. It doesn’t take much to send that libido spinning out my way lately and I only just managed to get really absorbed in my work.

I hear his phone ring and he sounds agitated when he answers, I know without confirmation that it’s her again. Ever since our return they have argued non-stop. He’s refusing to sit down with the lawyers until they can come to some sort of middle ground on where I fit in on this whole thing.

I’ve told him so many times that I shouldn’t be a factor in this, that I’ll step out and keep my distance until the baby is born for the sake of peace. He’s adamant he won’t let her dictate his life and I know that stubborn streak too well; he will never back down. He’s not capable of backing down when he’s got the bit between his teeth, that side to him won’t let him.

I tune out and focus back on what I’m doing and try to ignore the way his tone and anger are rising slowly or the way my stomach aches at the thought of her.

* * *

He’s glaring at a document in front of him, obviously unhappy with something contained within and it makes me smile. Despite loving him as boyfriend, the Jake I missed most was boss Carrero and his multitude of facial expressions when he was absorbed in something mundane. He has a face that can

chin lifts

getting up and coming around the desk to pull me against him. I glance back to see if anyone

what people will think or say.” He nuzzles my neck, making me melt against him a little too readily. I really have no willpower when

a thing about you, for fear of your wrath. They all think I’m some sort of gold-digging whore who’s bedding the boss to get my job back.” I sigh. He brings his face to meet mine,

tad harsh and sadly, I know he means every word. I push away from

to Queens to meet Sarah.” I remind him. “I need more clothes and things from the apartment, and I need to sit down and talk to her properly before she goes to work.” He steps forward, closing the gap between us again and kisses me on the mouth, taking a moment to linger with his lips against mine. He has one hand on my face, holding me steady, slow grazing of lips

my jacket and smooths down my blouse, lingering over my cleavage with a naughty smile that gains him an

to do

while you’re gone, we’ll eat when you’re back, miele.” His fingertips come up to stroke my lower lip tenderly, his eyes

too pleased when I tell her you’ve asked me to move into your apartment full-time.” I add. We briefly talked about this last night, him adamant and even though I want nothing more than to curl up in his bed every night, a part of me knows the thought terrifies me and Sarah will be upset at the speed this is all progressing. It’s all happened so suddenly; we are moving so fast. He shrugs, that infuriating mannerism of his when he couldn’t

… You two rarely see each other because of your work schedules.” He moves back around his desk, sliding back into his seat and picks up the file he’d thrown down.