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.

still pleasuring him with even strokes

up to him fully as he grinds into me seductively. Our bodies connect to match the way our mouths are, passion rising, and Jake is fully immersed in the action. His hands trail over my breasts and downwards.

up my body across my abdomen, fingers grazing and exploring me sexually. Hands itching and aching to trace every part of me that has been denied him and I can feel it in the way he caresses me, biting his lip, eyes locked on me with undiluted lust. He covers my breasts tweaking my nipples

or embarrassment because this is his body. He’s seen every single inch of me before now,

force its way

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

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

What the hell, Jake?

away and gets out of bed, adjusting himself in his boxers, walking off toward the

over my naked upper half, the shame of rejection coursing through me. A sob hits my throat as I’m filled with self-doubt

I’d be fucking you while it was in there. It’s weird. Not to mention it can’t be safe!” He sounds angry, and tense, and annoyed at himself mostly. He switches on

touched me in a month and now you don’t actually want to because I’m pregnant?” I can’t contain the hurt in my voice, or the

can’t.” He holds up despairing hands, that perfect muscular body

cup it loosely, but he makes no effort to try and lets his arm flop back down. No

in deflation, eyes downcast, and he

makes

hell not going to hurt something that’s barely the size

slowly and surely. He’s trying to smooth

straight from her. All I can think about right now is how much I just can’t.” He frowns at me apologetically and tries

the cushion from the bed and shove it into his chest angrily, so he moves

unreasonable I’m being. I don’t care though. I feel like after everything this is like getting a massive slap in the face. I want him, I need him

He

angrily, throwing myself down on the bed, slinging an arm across my face in complete frustration.