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

For the first time in weeks I get a stupid spontaneous smile spreading across my face and I stare at him in a completely new light. It’s as though I’ve just woken up, and blinking in sunlight, I gaze at him as he comes into focus. He looks happy, idling through the stuff on the bed, his green eyes almost luminescent. I’ve never seen him as gorgeous as he is right at this very moment, beaming over his baby’s things looking every bit irresistible to me. I couldn’t fill my heart with any more love than this moment right here. Everything that has happened, everything we’ve done to one another, yet this little moment here seems to wipe it all out. Just looking at him like this, knowing I’ve been falling apart without his touch, has me aching. I want him, and I need him so badly, this is making me crazy.

“Kiss me,” I say it so directly and spontaneously that I even take myself by surprise. His eyes snap to mine and he seems to take a moment to realize what I’ve asked. A flash of something in his eyes, hesitation, and something else … apprehension. The tension rises in my stomach with every delayed second.

We seem to stay motionless, looking at one another, while I wait for some sort of verbal response, every moment becoming agony as the pit of self-doubt grows inside of me. It’s almost like he no longer wants to kiss me.

Shit … I’m losing him. Crazy Emma pushed him too far away. Stupid Emma, you've been pushing him away for weeks despite everything he has been doing to show you he loves you.

Jake sweeps forward, pinning me to the cushions, his mouth meeting mine in almost a flicker of a second. I don’t see the reaction coming so I’m bowled backward and before I really know what’s happening our mouths are locked and his hands are cradling my face. That soft warm mouth, the feelings it rips up to the surface consume me, gently molding our movements in perfect unison. His mouth was always made to kiss mine. My toes tingle right up to my pelvis and my heart aches for him.

He literally kisses the breath right out of me, moving on top of me on the bed so he can lie over me yet holding his weight up. He slides his tongue gently into my mouth, a soft yet firm motion, as we get used to one another once again. I get lost in the feel of him and what he’s doing to me. It feels like he hasn’t kissed me in an eternity and it physically pains me. This is so right it makes me want to cry.

He tastes like I remember, smells, and feels like my dreams, and with every second of this unity a part of me starts healing. I groan almost instantly, a thousand butterflies fluttering up inside my stomach, warmth spreading through my veins. My fingers find their way up around his neck and across those muscular shoulders, his hair, and his jaw. I’m roaming, devouring what I’ve been lacking for so long.

in, wrenching us apart, but I’m too absorbed in the sensations and over whelming tug of desire building up inside of me to let her in. I push myself into him firmly, intensifying the passion of

around his neck fully, I yank him down on top of me; forcefully. I want to wrap every inch of him around me, within me, devour him with a need so overwhelming, like I’m going to self-implode. All those pent-up desires unleashed; hormones and heartbreak; anger and lust; I’ve been denied, love starved

body is aching with a hunger so intense I want to scream. He automatically releases my wrist and moves down

if you keep doing that.” He takes several deep breaths trying to

don’t want good Jake, maybe I want normal Jake.” I pout angrily. My inner core almost twisting itself into a frenzy

need him. I need this, I

or do anything until you’re ready.” His tense body turns me on, and I bite my lip, fixated

out the window I stand up and yank his shirt out at the waist. I slide my hands under the hem of the smooth fabric and up the sculptured muscles across his abdomen; reveling in the feel of the body I missed so much. I bite my lip and focus my all on the body in front of me; a

how much restraint I’m exercising right now?” His low husky voice and shallow breathing confirm it. I can feel the energy pulsing from him, making me feel desirable, knowing he’s fighting the lust driving through him; knowing I could break his will with a mere touch. Knowing

and kiss his neck, nibble, and lick the skin I have been denied, as he stiffens in response. The tension is oozing from him, yet he doesn’t move out of my grasp or move to touch me. My hand slowly traces the soft hard muscles down his chest, across his sculpted stomach, around

the look in his eyes as we come nose to nose. He may not be initiating anything, but he certainly

and his mouth ready to kiss. I maneuver his hand under my dress, to my waiting lace underwear, and let go of him as it touches the flimsy fabric. I bite my lip and use his wrist to turn his