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

He gazes at me with the slow change of his eyes, from darkest green to pale as every doubt and thought starts consuming him. I push my head up and kiss him slowly and gently to stop the onslaught. He opens his mouth enough so I can slide my tongue in, and he follows me back down to the floor, so I can lie my head back. His touch raises the heat inside me once more to a soaring temperature, effortlessly and I start to let my hands roam him sexily. My kiss devouring him in the way he always consumes me, and he starts to respond. His body hardening against mine as his hands move down over my exposed breasts.

I slide a hand between us and find him, urging him with strokes and caresses as he groans into my mouth, and I know I’m winning. I’m pushing away his doubts and indecisiveness, bringing him back to me again. I slide my legs apart, so he comes to nestle between them and wrap my thighs around his hips suggestively, securely, so he has no way to escape from me. Our bodies naturally starting to move against one another. He breathes in heavily and breaks from my kiss.

“I don’t want to hurt the baby.” He murmurs against my mouth and I just shake my head.

“There’s more chance of you hurting me by not doing this, the doctor told you that this is perfectly fine and even healthy for us to have sex.” I soothe and stare straight into his eyes lovingly, open trust all over my face.

He takes another deep breath, locking his focus fully onto my face, roaming over my eyes and nose and mouth slowly, as though imprinting it to memory.

“You’re so beautiful, Emma. I don’t know what I did to deserve perfection like you,” he croons softly, staring at me, without fully connecting our bodies yet.

“You have no idea how many times I tell myself the same thing about you. You rescued me from myself, Jake. I owe you everything. I belong with you. I belong to you and I always will. Stop fighting yourself on this and just show me how much you love me instead of telling me. I need to feel it again because I miss it, so much more than you can ever imagine.” I kiss him, feeling the change in him as his body relaxes into me. His hands find my wrists, sliding them above my head pinning them to the soft floor, a move that only my sexually competent man would make without thinking about it.

Jake, I need

a hand free and once again find him hard and ready. I maneuver myself and use my grip on him to find our way together, lifting my hips, sliding him into me very slowly, pensively, waiting for him to put a halt to all of this and hold my breath. He tenses and pauses

me, Jake, don’t

over me, using his hand by my wrist to steady his weight, and catches my free hand returning it to the same position beside the other. I let out a slow sigh of relief. Him holding me down and gazing directly into

wide open, never breaking our connection, so I don’t lose him in his own head. I want how I look now to be the thing he sees when we make love, not the memory of that girl

of the tension softens in his furrowed brow and gorgeous narrowed eyes. This time he groans softly under his

feel so good.” He moans softly. My answer doesn’t make it out of my mouth as he moves again, in quick succession, with a few gentler thrusts. All I can do is inhale and arch my back as my body jumps into high pleasure mode. Being held down this way he has full access to my breasts, and

straight from there to my core, causing me to groan out far more loudly than I realize. It spurs him on, the next thrusts are firmer and more intense. Jake lets go of my wrists and cages my head with his hands, so he can push his body higher above me, giving him a better leverage. He thrusts

skin. I’m rolling around in ecstasy and when he begins to push into me more rhythmically, with harder thrusts; I start to lose all control. “Oh God! Yes! God … Jake.” I cry out as I scream internally with extreme divine pleasure. Every single moment of being joined with him takes away the last pains or

groans with a devilishly low tone that is as sexy as sin. It’s been so long for both of us that neither of our bodies can contain the pleasure, brimming close to conclusion without effort. The tidal waves

shoulders in ecstasy. I can’t contain it much longer as it consumes every fiber of my body and my visions turns to the tingling sparks of an orgasm coming close enough to engulf

convulse and arch into him, losing all sight to the blackness that consumes me while each wave and racking spasm runs its course. It lasts for what seems like forever, bursting fireworks and satisfying ripples then convulsions before