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

I have to play this out if I’ve any chance of beating him.

Lifting my wine glass, the other hand tugging a strand of my hair, to wash down the cream cannelloni, I shiver with the smallest breeze behind me as someone passes and glance up expecting to see the maid. The elderly gentlemen walks by and leaves the room with a puce colored face and bored expression. Heat envelopes me as an arm comes around my shoulder unexpectedly and a firm hot mouth kisses me on the exposed skin.

“Hey, bambino … You okay?” that inner triumph sparks as Jake surrounds me with his heat and smell. Sitting in the recently evacuated seat next to me. I glance down, noting he’s brought his glass of wine with him and push down the urge to beam in his presence, instead keeping my tone controlled and flat.

“I’m fine.” Just enough of a sigh to portray that I’m not.

I should get an Oscar for this.

“You want to go for a walk or go upstairs?” He sounds concerned, a hesitation in his voice that maybe he’s pushed things too far. My little boy Carrero in full flow, so unsure and sweet.

Don’t melt at it, stay strong.

“No. I’m good, thanks.” I keep my face turned from him and push the rest of my dessert around the plate absentmindedly. I know it looks to him as though I’m upset.

“You know I would never do anything, baby? I love you; I’d never hurt you like that.” The tone in his voice betrays more than apprehension, he’s trying to reassure me. He’s back peddling this evening and my inner smugness rises up. I keep my expression blank and my exterior controlled.

“I know.” I smile tightly and pull away from him to get up, announcing I need to go to the ladies’ room and excuse myself quickly. Jake follows close behind me, catching me in the hall.

“Emma, wait.” He catches my arm, pulling me to him and encircles me with his arms. “Baby, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have behaved like this and made you feel this way. Look, can we just forget all of this, bambino? You know me. I would never do anything to make you leave me. Come upstairs and we can just go to bed early. Veg out and watch one of those trashy movies you love so much.” His narrowed brow and genuine concern make me melt and even feel slightly guilty.

This is the guy I love to death, right here. This one with the beautiful green eyes and loving heart.

as though I’m surprised

you.” He kisses me and wipes away all my resolve. His arms sliding around me firmly

me upstairs, Jake.” I breathe into his mouth as his hands work down my curves, he doesn’t need to be told twice and grabs my hand, leading the way.

* * *

heat of our mouths together ignites, and he flips over so he’s on top of me, my legs coming around his waist and his hands running down the silkiness of my stockings hungrily, finding their way into the lace of my thong. His mouth covers my neck and the swell of my breasts trying to burst out of my bra. I’m panting and heaving as he devours me, grinding into me with his hardness, making me even more wanton than I was down at the pool earlier.

the noise and Jake pulls away, sitting back on his haunches with a

dreams, baby … Only way I’m sleeping next to you tonight is if your powerless to touch me.” He climbs off the bed and strolls to the bathroom, fully untucking his shirt and throwing it

cold metal, trying to free my hand and glaring at him angrily as it

mercilessly, turning away as I

off unless you rip that headboard off too, and before you ask, I borrowed them from Alessandra. Seems she’s no loyalty to which side wins.” He walks into the bathroom and turns on the tap,

good. The biting pain in my wrist makes me give in long before the bed does, and I slump. Sitting down dejectedly, the rage rising inside of me crazily. He’s always one step ahead. Always knows how to shut me down at every turn, even using Alessandra

For fuck’s sake!

out of the bathroom wearing sweatpants

settling down to read it and

this?” I blanche in disbelief, raising my hands in question ignoring the bite of the cuff again. The clunk of

when I’m sure you’re out cold.” He doesn’t even look my way. Turns a page in his book and crosses his ankles. I feel like screaming at him or at least slapping that book out of his stupid hand. I am beyond livid.

his face angrily. He doesn’t react, just lets them fall down his shoulder and leaves them propped there with a satisfied smile on his face. “Well, goodnight then.” I snort and lay down so that my arm is held up

sexy.” He chuckles.

Fuck you!