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

“What I’m going to do to you as soon as we get home.” He threatens seductively, eyes heavy and dark, voice husky. Sending shivers through me, losing all thoughts of the nearby driver. He leans in, sinking another kiss on me, letting me down on my feet so his hands can slide down over my back and butt hungrily. He hooks me just under the curve of my ass and pulls me up against his groin, the urge to wrap my legs around him immediately pushed aside as I catch Jefferson clear his throat awkwardly. Jake thankfully releases me, turning me so I face the door and wraps his arms around my shoulders, his face against my cheek, tilting my head to the side. He nibbles my neck and ear softly, his breath warming my skin, sending a thousand hot tingles through me. My body aching to be alone with him.

When the elevator comes to the ground floor, he pulls me around and picks me up again with a wink. He likes this game, he likes to manhandle me, carry me around like a Neanderthal. I think it gives him some macho man kick as he’s been doing it since the first month, I worked for him.

We pass the night security guards in the lower parking lot without a second glance. Jake’s known to all who work for him, hard to miss that face when it graces so many magazines and poster boards. I gaze up at him, watching his handsome profile, the smooth curve of his mouth and straight nose, his dark eyebrows over gorgeous mythical green eyes. He just makes me tingle when I look at him, so much physical perfection in one person, it’s almost unreal. He doesn’t have a bad side at all, no matter which direction you’re looking at him and I know because lately I have seen him from every angle.

He slides me into the back of the limo, I note the screen is already up, separating us from Jefferson with a black out and I budge over, so he can get in beside me, his hand immediately coming to my legs and pulling me back against him when he shuts the door. His arm goes around me and cradles me against him. I get the distinct impression he’s missed me and wants to be as close as possible; I feel the same way. I snake my arms around his upper body resting my head on his chest, his other hand comes up to play with my hair.

“Mi sei mancato tanto.” He breathes, kissing me on top of my head. I smile to myself and don’t even ask what he’s said this time, the way he’s muttered it tells me enough; he’s missed me as much as I’ve missed him.

hair and cheek while gazing out of the window lost in thought and me reveling in being back in his arms. Listening to the steady beat of his heart under my ear, I run my hand across his abdomen, over his shirt. It’s fitted, showing the

fully awakened. I bite my lip in anticipation, his eyes move to my mouth, his own lips parting. In a mere second his whole face changes, from wicked gleam to complete seriousness, his pupils dilating fully. He pulls me up onto his lap to straddle him, his hands under my butt, and pulls me hard

lips; it’s highly sensual. His body stiffens under mine, but he doesn’t break eye contact. “I don’t want to fuck you in the car, miele … I want a long, slow night in bed. It’s all I’ve thought about since I left.” His words send shivers down my spine, my body tingling in longing and I squirm in his lap.

or touch me

His hand comes to my face, stroking down across my cheek, then across my bottom lip slowly, his eyes following the progress intensely. I close my eyes, leaning into his touch, savoring every second. He takes a deep breath, trying to stay in control but the growing hardness under me tells me he’s losing the battle. I don’t get his sudden need to fight it,

hand come up to trail up his abdomen over his silky shirt. Feeling out the hard curves of muscle underneath, his chest, across one shoulder then back along the top and up his neck before reaching his jaw. Tracing slowly along and up over his mouth, his body leaning into me at every touch, his eyes growing heavy with lust. I swoop forward and suck in his bottom lip, gently nibbling before I rub my mouth across his and push the tip of my tongue into the part that’s opened for

by my taking control. It’s something I rarely do, it’s usually him who initiates everything due to my inexperience and lack of confidence as a lover, or at least takes the lead as soon as I do. This time he seems more than happy to let me continue, fighting everything inside him

down to unbutton his shirt, down his smooth broad chest, my fingers trailing on his skin as I do so. He shuts his eyes, leaning his head