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

I giggle as Jake finally releases me from his arms in the changing cubicle, shaking my head at him in disbelief. My face must match the color of the dress I’m trying to retrieve from the floor. His eyes dark and wicked, buttoning up his shirt with a huge grin on his face as I try my hardest to get dressed without being knocked into the narrow walls, it’s so cramped in here.

I can’t believe he managed to get me naked and have sex without knocking the feeble walls down.

“Was this your plan from the word go? Claiming to need me in the changing room to admire your shirt choices.” I dart up at him while trying to get my bra straps on untwisted, he drops his shirt and instead straightens the strap on my shoulder, reaching behind me to help straighten it. He answers with a wolfish grin, dimples on display.

Why am I even surprised by this? I should have known the second his hand ran under my skirt as we walked to the changing area.

He’s close enough that I can practically lick his pecks without moving my head, the smell of him intoxicating, as always. It’s insane how good he always smells. I am trying to keep quiet, knowing that the busy shop out front is probably aware what the young couple has been up to, seeing it’s taken almost forty minutes in the farthest dressing room from the front to try on two shirts.

We tried to stifle the giggles and then the moans. Jake is incorrigible, only he could seduce all reason out of me and have me doing things in a boutique like this. He leans down and catches me in another passionate kiss, stilling me for a second, unable to ever refuse him.

“They won’t care as long as I spend copious amounts of money before we leave.” He winks, returning to doing up his shirt. He turns his attention to his jeans, adjusting things before buttoning them up too. He’s effortlessly back to normal, not hard when you always look casual and slightly ruffled anyway.

On the other hand, I’m flushed, my hair probably wild and my dress has been crushed to death and wrinkled beyond repair as we have trampled on it a lot. I manage to step into the dress, holding it with an extended arm, the other hand against Jake’s torso for stability and pull it up finally. Jake turns me to zip it up, presses his mouth against the back of my shoulder before helping me slide my cardigan back on. We kept our shoes on as bending down in here is almost impossible and I look around for my lacy panties and don’t see them anywhere. I frown, lifting first one foot then the other before noticing him watching me with the hint of a smile across his face.

“They’re in my back pocket.” He grins with a raised eyebrow, the look of wickedness returning.

“Why and how?” I laugh. I didn’t even see him retrieve them.

“Because that’s where I put them when I got them off you and that’s where they’re staying until we get home … Maybe even after I go to LA.” He grins as I cross my arms and give him my best PA Emma look that means ‘I don’t think so’. He just turns, ruffling my hair, and opens the door before striding out. I follow him, instantly annoyed

He is being serious? I can’t walk around in a short dress without underwear …

pocket but his

glare, but

very floaty dress?” I grind out through

think about when we’re walking out there, and it will make me want

play games then fine, he’ll regret this one. Jake likes his little sexual games, he likes teasing

learning to do the

as though I’m browsing. I wait until I know he’s followed me then I bend just enough to a lower rail so that my dress rides up dangerously close to my ass. I slowly straighten catching him watching, his hands move to his

the show, does he? He thinks he knows what

know his desire to protect my modesty will kick in and he’ll give me back my underwear. I walk around a tier of shelves with underwear laid out and bend lower this time to look at the bottom row of lace things, my dress rides up and slides slightly, exposing a lot of thigh. Even for me it feels dangerously close to revealing my secret parts, the air odd

to get one down, the motion of stretching lifts my dress high, not enough to expose me fully but enough thigh and long legs to get Jake to push off the wall and walk over behind me. I wait, sure I’ve won this little battle of the sexes and he regrets leaving my panty-less. But he just lifts down the one behind it

and putting it back. I smile haughtily and turn

kind of message thrown his

several pairs of boring panties in every color from the shelf below and throw him a defiant look.

It’s like trying to win over a master of

ones I can find and then I’ll go straight

every

knickers as though it disgusts me. He narrows his eyes at me, as

some new underwear out … Preferably black and fuckable as I ripped hers off and she’s currently going commando.” He grins and throws me a triumphant look as every face in the shop snaps around to stare first at him, then me. Gob smacked. My face turns puce and I spin away completely mortified. I

glare as she comes over,

into a lingerie buying trip? One where he gets to dictate what I pick out?