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 …

him, attempting a grab at his back pocket but his hand comes around catching my wrist and pulls me forward.

commands with that glint of commander and chief, I furrow my brows and try my best angry glare, but it only amuses him more. “You’re unbelievably sexy like this.” He whispers pressing his mouth to mine, still smiling through his

of windy New York in a very floaty dress?” I grind out

all I’ll think about when we’re walking out there, and it will make me want to fuck you ten

to play games then fine, he’ll

should start learning to

several women stop and glance at us departing from the changing area with knowing looks. He brought me in here because he wanted some new shirts, which he’s left lying in that changing room. Half the shop sells women’s clothes, so I stroll over casually, 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

wants to enjoy the show, does he? He thinks he

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

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

I smile haughtily

new kind of message

to a whole wall of sexy lingerie and stand as though I’m trying to decide, I pick up several pairs of boring panties in every color from the shelf below and throw him a defiant look.

anymore … It’s like trying to win over a master of

panties, the most unattractive ugly, full butt-covering, practical ones I can find and then I’ll go straight to the dressing room and put

I’ll choose every color

of knickers as though it disgusts me. He

going commando.” He grins and throws me a triumphant look as every face in the shop snaps around to stare first at

so sure if it’s because of his statement or if it’s him as she turns every shade of pink there is and hurries to my side. I throw him a glare as she comes over, fussing and taking the pants from me. She looks at the ones I’ve chosen with surprise and looks to him as

where he gets to dictate what I pick out? He’s