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

Chapter 167

Jake stills over me, bracing himself on his arms, biceps straining impressively. His naked skin has a soft sheen of moisture and is glistening at me from inches above my own nakedness. I’m heated, tingling and tired and yet outraged he has stopped.

“What’s wrong, bambino?” His intense gaze dissecting my face, his breathing rapid. I wriggle impatiently, unimpressed with his sudden halt.

“Nothing …What are you doing?” I stay nestled in the pillows watching him in confusion. My heart rate still elevated and my breathing shallow.

“Baby, we have been having sex for the best part of a half hour and I haven’t made you cum once … That’s unheard of for you … I’m starting to feel a little more than inadequate.” He pulls off me, indicating he’s not going to continue.

“Jake, don’t stop … It still feels better than good.” I pout, trying to pull him down against me but he only resists.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” He persists, his face serious.

“Nothing’s wrong.” It’s not exactly a lie, I have been more than enjoying what he was doing but my head has been all over the place making it impossible to succumb to the growing waves of orgasm every time they started.

“Are you still dizzy? From yesterday?” The concern etched on his face tugs at my heart, guilt rising inside of me.

“No. I told you when we woke up, I’m fine today.” I bite my lip anxiously; I know he’s not going to let this go. As sex crazed as Jake seems to be, he always seems honed into how I’m responding and feeling. He’s an attentive lover.

leans down so he’s closer to me, his eyes locking

I break. It’s true. All I’ve been thinking about is her and the baby since his mother brought her up. The DNA test foremost in my head. A mass

and straight to the point. I turn to look at the bedside clock, uneasy at his intent gaze on my face. It’s after ten in the morning, most of the house will probably be up now and I wonder if maybe we should go

can stay here all day, baby, and drag this out of you one letter at a time.” He threatens, and I know he means it, no one

he doesn’t fully react. I watch as his pale hue of green changes to a darker shade with more brown flecks than normal and he narrows his eyes with a frown. It always mesmerized me the

devoid of any expression, except a subtle furrow.

your mother said, Jake, the fact you say you don’t even remember sleeping with her and I know you … No matter how

order your

of memory indicates just how drunk I was? That not using a condom in that state is likely?” His voice has an edge to it but

drunk then how did you even … You know.” I look away awkwardly, hating this conversation, a deep pit in my stomach building

is nod mutely with a flush of shame and warming

inner hope I have been starting to cling to, dies immediately. He rolls off me onto his back and stares blankly up at the ceiling. “You really want me to

of me, breathing heavily in my ear as I groaned and writhed under his body, mounting again to

like that.” He snaps. “Of course, I’ll take the fucking test.” He gets up quickly and stalks off toward the en-suite. “I would do anything you asked of me … Doesn’t mean I have to be fucking happy about it.” He slams the bathroom door as soon as he’s inside and I well up instantly. A tremor of emotion running through me painfully. I didn’t want to fight. I roll on my side and wrap my arms around myself, an effort

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