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

“You said you wanted to go see her, so we’re going.” He hands me my case to pack, but I put it back down on the bed moodily.

“I’ve changed my mind.” I pout, trying to avoid his gaze on me, sitting on the edge and pulling at my hair. I’m emotional again and I’ve no idea why. This was decided by me and yet now he’s making good on my decision, I’ve changed my mind.

“Look, Emma … I know things with her are messy, but I don’t want you waking up one day and regretting this. Go, talk … Just do it.” He picks up my case and flips it open, pulling my fingers out of my hair as he passes, wandering to the wardrobe he starts pulling out some of my casual clothes and throwing them toward it.

What is this obsession he has with packing for me?

“Why do you care if I see her or not?” I snap, irritated by his pushiness. We’ve had a week of lazing around and lots of bedtime play. Suddenly, he wants to vacate the apartment and take me to Chicago.

“Because I love you … And I want what’s best for you. I happen to think this is going to help. You need to talk to her.” He walks over with a pile of clothes and dumps them onto my lap so I’ve no choice but to take them. He leans down tugging on my chin to pull my lip free of my teeth and replaces it with a chaste kiss and a ruffle of my hair as though I’m a child.

“You’re a bossy ass.” I pout, glaring at him as he grins. He stops, looks down at me in a very manly manner, his shoulders relaxed and his hands slipping to his back pockets.

“Baby … You haven’t seen the full extent of my bossy assholeness … I don’t think you should tempt fate.” Our eyes meet and lock … Simmering, stubborn, fire on fire.

“Fine.” I finally break, not in the mood for a head to head when I’m feeling so fragile. “But I’m not staying in that house.” I glance away from him.

once.” He bends to kiss me, his green eyes distracting, and I surrender, letting his mouth capture me and push me back onto the bed slowly. He slides up over me, his heavy torso pinning me to the bed. “Just don’t fight with me over this, can

to get your own way!” I pout up at him from the bed, my body still tingling from his touch.

… You’re infuriatingly stubborn and strong-minded, baby. I’ve never known a woman like you.” He grins down at me before padding off, barefooted, across the plush carpet of our room to drag his case out of the

bending my will.” I lift my chin with a defiant smile,

You’ve no idea how crazy you make me.” He winks and leans down to scoop shoes from the bottom shelves, his sexy ass tight and alluring as he bends over in tight blue jeans. My inner body react and press my knees together.

days had certainly peaked, even

boyfriend I guess is the inability to think about anything other than sex. Even when you are mid-conversation and

my eyes almost attached to his ass now. He stands up and glances over, his face

bed he catches my mouth with him in a sweeping effortless motion, his hand coming up under my dress to find me

* * *

the car, I scan around the familiar street and close my eyes, taking a steadying breath. Jake’s hand comes up over my shoulder giving me the extra strength I need.

bambino? he asks bringing his face to my ear and

him, inner peace washing over me at his touch, and I lead the way to my mother’s apartment. The street is dull and gray, matching my mood as we pick our way up the internal stairway of her building. It stinks of

behind to guide me, I smile at his choice of grabbing place already knowing, without looking back, that he’s grinning. It lightens my mood and as we finally round the

before leaning past me and knocking on my mother’s door confidently. We barely have to wait as