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

Chapter 232

Jake holds the keys out in front of me, swinging his hand just out of reach like a torturous plaything and I lean up to swipe them. He lifts them higher and hits my mouth with a kiss when I try for a second time. He has a happy playful smirk on his face and his sexy stubbly jaw looks very delicious this morning to match his very good mood.

“Stop tormenting me and open the damn door.” I giggle, and step back, folding my arms across my chest in a no-nonsense Carrero pose. I try to appear authoritative, but he just frowns and tweaks my nose in the most annoying way.

“Ask me nicely.” He grins and lifts them higher above his head with a wicked look in his eye. He’s been like this since he got up and I’m enjoying the return of playful Jake. It’s been almost non-existent lately and I can only sigh at him.

“Please, Jake … loving, gorgeous, beautiful man of mine. Can I have the keys to our new home? Thank you very much!” I pout at him with a sickly-sweet voice, oozing sarcasm. My hands on his magnificent chest, imploringly, in a very sexy black sweater.

“Nope.” He turns in front of me walking toward the front door we’ve been standing a few feet from and I scowl, viciously, jokingly at his back.

Asshole.

He wants me to beg. He seems to get a kick out of it lately, torturing me over these last few days, some sort of sexual gratitude. Not that I mind. Jake in fun and playful mode is almost as good as Jake in sex mode.

OK not even a close almost.

I walk up behind him sliding my hands into the butt pockets of his jeans as he unlocks the door. My hands flat against his pert ass, enjoying the way I can grope every movement of his body. It makes me ache for him more and my temperature climbs as my eyes devour that muscular set of shoulders straining under his black smooth knitted sweater.

He opens the door and pulls me in with him, pressing numbers into a keypad on the wall beside the door, shutting off the infernal beeping that started the second the door opened. I gaze around the grand entrance at the white marble floor and sweeping staircase almost a mirror image to the Carrero house next door with a surge of complete excitement.

This is ours. Jake and I have a home together, a new start. We really are home.

He reaches behind and pulls my hands out of his pockets turning to face me, bending down to scoop me up in his arms. I squeal with the sudden motion and I’m met with a full-on passionate kiss. Tongues, teeth, and smiles.

lazily saunters in. Jake told her we were getting the

Daniel walks in behind her and I can’t help but throw her a smile with raised eyebrows. He goes to place a hand on

boy then. Oh, Leila give him a

has been making life as difficult for Hunter as possible since our engagement party. At least he’s clinging on, so far anyway. He just needs to break through her wall of hostility

little hell-cat, trying to get a hold of her, being met with little slaps on the hand each time and quiet,

on with them?” I

what she’s expecting.” He shrugs and carries me toward the large downstairs formal

Daniel?” I look back through the door, but they’ve

of guy.” Jake grins and I can’t tell if he’s joking or being serious. I try not to wonder too much. I know one thing for sure … Hunter needs to play this right because

to the room as Jake wanders off to pull the drapes wide open, letting the sunshine in and dazzling me

furniture, the place seems monumentally bigger, the huge floor to ceiling windows frame the view, taking my breath away instantly. I turn

hard not to imagine this

expensive Christmas trees, and trimmings by

Jake cuts into my daydream of children opening presents on a

with furniture.” I blush, a

serious plush rug down there.” Jake smiles and nods at the floor where I’d been imagining the same thing. I

Yeah, I guess not.

and he sighs, bopping me on the nose with a fingertip. We’ve been making jokes about the lack of sex lately. I guess in a bid to try to get our head around the emotional barrier that Jake still has, one I can no longer understand. We’ve come so far and yet he still

into trying again. I can’t keep beating the shit out boxing bags for the next few months. I can’t handle looking at you and not doing anything about it.” His pained gaze tells me he’s obviously been thinking

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