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

Jake climbs into bed minutes after I do. I’m lying awake staring at the semi-dark ceiling lost in thought when he comes in. He strips off, without looking over, and climbs into bed sliding up against me, pulling me into his arm. I can’t help but smile that he did come swiftly along when Arrick intervened on the drama with his father.

“I’m awake,” I utter quietly, turning toward him so I can face him, melting into his body heat and feeling glorious against him. Its dull in here but not pitch dark so I can see him.

“You okay?” He leans in and kisses me soundly, mouth molding to mine, hand running up my spine delicately. I can’t help the tingles he ignites or the way my inner thighs tense deliciously at his touch.

“Surprisingly fine,” I say when we finally break apart. My desire aching to strip off the rest of his clothes and start licking every inch of that taut smooth tattooed skin. I’m starting to forget why we’re not having sex anymore.

“Really? We should talk about what happened. I want

to know how you’re feeling baby.” Jake sounds concerned but with all that flesh on show I’m a little distracted. Maybe fighting with that bitch has upped my adrenaline or

maybe those naughty hormones are acting up again but

at this very moment I am glued to muscular pecks and a slight masculine scatter of hair at his chest, tickling my nose.

I run my fingers across Jake’s naked torso and along his body up to his throat slowly. Without saying anything I inch myself up so were eye level and move in for a more seductive kiss, letting my tongue slip into his mouth, moving my body so I mold against his in every way. An inner surge of satisfaction when a hardness starts to grow between us, and he pushes me back. Jake certainly has no problem with getting turned on. I think it’s time we explored the next step to forgiveness.

“Emma, we …” I silence him with my fingers on his lips.

“Jake, I’m ready. Don’t keep this from me anymore please. I need you so badly it hurts.” My body is yearning for more and this is the kind of more I need. Somehow facing her, marriage proposals, and acceptance of the baby coming, has kick started a stubbornness in me that we’re going to fix us fully and finally.

I move back against him and sense the hesitation rippling through him as he contemplates whether we should do this or not. I don’t give him any choice and slide my hand into the waist band of his boxers, moving down to encircle him with my fingers, feeling that jolt of surprise come through him. He obviously wasn’t expecting me to start forcefully seducing him, so readily, especially after seeing Demon Bitch and everything she said.

I push my mouth to his and kiss him as passionately as I can, using my hand to fully arouse him in the best way I can. Jake’s catches me around the throat loosely pushing my face back so he can stare into my eyes in the almost pitch-black room intensely.

pleasuring him with even strokes and getting impatient. I

me seductively. Our bodies connect to match the way our mouths are, passion rising,

I push Jake off me, aggressively with a lot more strength than I knew I was capable of. I flip on top of him so I’m straddling him fully and peel off my nightdress and bra and start grinding down on top of him. His hands slide up my body across my abdomen, fingers grazing and exploring me sexually. Hands itching and aching to trace every part of

because this is his body. He’s seen

move to my hips, pulling me back and forth to get the routine of my grinding into him more fluidly, his hardness below me trying to force its way through the fabric between us. His hands skim upwards and come

The instant change in him as his hands drop by his side, catching my legs, lifting me effortlessly

brimming with desire and longing. I’m seconds away from self-combusting and he’s putting the brakes on?! He sits up so his

What the hell, Jake?

of bed, adjusting himself in his boxers, walking off toward

the shame of rejection coursing through me. A sob hits my throat as I’m filled with self-doubt but Jake spins at the bathroom

mention it can’t be safe!” He

don’t actually want to because I’m pregnant?” I can’t contain the hurt in my voice, or the complete disbelief and

you right now so bad, I just can’t.” He holds up despairing hands, that perfect muscular body so ripe to be devoured by me yet denying

hand and haul it back to my breast, forcing him to cup it loosely, but he makes no

repeats in deflation, eyes downcast,

makes

that’s barely the size of a bean right now.” I pout, close to frustrated tears and burning up with need, almost painfully. That inner crazy hormonal me, being denied sex, is back with a

kisses my temple slowly and surely. He’s trying to smooth my ruffled feathers and balm

All I can think about right now is how much I just can’t.” He frowns at me apologetically and tries to embrace me with a

the cushion from the bed and shove it into his chest

this is like getting a massive slap in the face. I want him, I need him in that way, and he isn’t even trying to

Hormones so bad you’re that pissed at me right now?” He tries to sound jokey and lighthearted,

bed, slinging an arm across my face in complete frustration. Jake stills on the bed for a moment then