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.

would do that for me?” I lower my lashes and look away as though I’m surprised he cares, and

game. I don’t need the contract signed. I just need you.” He kisses me and wipes away all my resolve. His

as his hands work down my curves, he doesn’t need to be told twice and grabs my hand, leading the way.

* * *

He leans up against the headboard, my shoes discarded on the floor with his and I kiss him full on while unbuttoning his shirt. The need for sex rising inside of me, his knees bent behind me, so it keeps me against him. His hands skate over the soft skin at my ass as he pulls me closer into his groin with a moan. The 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 unquenched orgasm still lingering inside of me ready to

direction of the noise and Jake pulls away, sitting back on his haunches with a satisfied smirk as I realize he’s handcuffed me to the bed by one hand.

know when you’re upset, Emma, and I know when you’re trying to play me. Sweet 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

the hell, Jake?” I writhe and tug at the cold metal, trying to free my hand and glaring at him angrily as it

away as I hurl abuse at him, rolling and trying

off too, and before you ask, I borrowed them from Alessandra. Seems she’s no loyalty to which

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 to borrow these cuffs as payback for my borrowing the bikini and her behavior. It’s so typically him! Cold and calculated and bloody merciless. He has no

For fuck’s sake!

bathroom wearing sweatpants and smirks when he sees

over a book from the bedside table, settling down to read it and flicking the TV onto a chick flick for me, pushing cushions behind him

raising my hands in question ignoring

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.

and maneuvering inside of it awkwardly, I slide off my stockings one at a time and throw both at 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 above my head on the cushion, it’s not wholly uncomfortable, it’s just awkward. I huff and sigh

sexy.” He chuckles.

Fuck you!