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

Crying in the shower makes so much sense.

“I’ll miss you while I’m gone.” He smiles softly, bringing our heads together, the water from the shower still trickling over his hair and causing rivulets to run down his cheek onto my breasts in an almost mesmerizing pattern.

“We haven’t slept apart since you told me you loved me,” I whisper shyly.

“It’s been intentional.” He gazes at my mouth, a finger coming up to trace my lips slowly. “Don’t clam up on me, neonata … We should be talking about this.” He sees my expression tighten and backs off. My external bristle and cold mask connecting. Our eyes meet, and I catch the indulgent frown. “Okay, but we will talk about this at some point … The baby coming is inevitable. I know your instinct is to shut down and blank it but I’m not going to let you, not over this.” That stubborn set to his jaw and raised eyebrow tell me that he means it.

I turn back around so I don’t have to be interrogated by those eyes, tilting my head back so the water begins to rinse the left-over suds away from my hair, trying my best to make it clear that I’m done talking about this. He takes a slow steady breath, readying himself to say something else and I cut in first.

“Just not today,” I mutter quietly, relaxing when his hands smooth over my hair to free it from the shampoo residue. He kisses my head and carries on washing my shoulders and back. The thing about Jake is that he knows me, maybe not every inner thought but he’s learned enough about me to know when the wall has gone back up. Old Jake would have got pissy and tried to push, but all new and improved Jake knows when to let the battle simmer. I know it won’t last, his impatient, overbearing, self will win over and he’ll push me again and I hope to god by then I can get my head around this enough to talk.

“Stay home with me today … We won’t go to work, if I have to leave you tonight then I want us to do something besides sitting in two different rooms stressing over paperwork all day.” His hands move down my arms slowly, his body close enough it sends tiny shivers through me but he’s not actually touching me. His height towering over me, his wide frame making me feel small and dainty and suddenly so very vulnerable.

feeling. “Since I came back, workaholic Carrero seems to have run away.” he kneads my shoulders, so I tilt my head

if we stayed on the boat we wouldn’t even be back by now, so I think I’m entitled to take days off, besides, I was focused on my job because I had nothing else worthy of

had me before.” I push back against him playfully, my butt molding into his groin.

through me. “It’s easy to be a workaholic when your PA is all you can focus on

pulling constant sickies.” I shove him off, giggling, batting his hands as they try to grope at me. He lifts me up off from my feet, wrapping his arms around me and squeezes me tightly, knocking the wind out of my sails, his mouth

before bending down further and scooping me in a swift move so I’m up and straddling him within seconds. My arms coming around him and my legs gripping his waist. Back in the same position he had me in when he made love to me in here. He kisses me on the mouth, his elbow pushing the lever on the wall to cut the water off and carries me out of

giggle, enjoying his lazy smile and the glint of his green eyes, he’s amused, a good turn in our

the towel at my neck, nose to nose. “Stay home or go to

ethics and principles, that version of me lives for her job. Girlfriend Emma, however, is already thinking about getting back in bed and being curled up in those tanned, tattooed

me back through to the bedroom, throwing me unceremoniously down on the bed so that I bounce and lose the grip of my towel. I squeal as he dives on top of me, yanking the towels away and pinning my arms beside my head, his mouth

of the way he’s straining himself up. Carved perfection of ripples and lines that put most magazine models to shame and I can’t believe it’s all mine, I almost self-combust from longing, my body reacting instantly. My lips part,