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

“When do we leave?” I roll onto my stomach to watch him. He yanks on sweatpants and throws a T-shirt over his head, covering up that gorgeous expanse of tattooed lusciousness. He’s obviously changed his mind about having the shower right now.

“After you eat baby. I’ll have the housekeeper pack up food for the trip, still can’t have you flying so it’s a long drive back. Jefferson is coming with the Lexus so I can sit with you in the back.” He picks up a gray bathrobe and throws it beside me with a raised and suggestive eyebrow.

Hmmmm sexy back seat time. I like this idea.

“You’re very bossy this morning Mr. Carrero. I like seeing some of the old you kicking in.” I giggle as he comes crawling quickly across the bed to haul me onto my back, kissing me passionately. Caging me in with those glorious muscles assaulting me with his very sexy essence, like a strong aftershave folding in around me.

“Amazing what a lot of sex with the woman I’m crazy about can do.” He grins and takes a shot at devouring my neck playfully.

Amazing what a lot of sex with Jake Carrero can do.

“No more guilt and crazy thoughts about hurting the baby?” I push him up so I can see his face, smiling at how lust filled those eyes are again already.

“Still lingering a little but no longer crippling me into celibacy. I needed yesterday more than you could ever know, Emma. I needed to get back to this, to us. I love you so much.” He runs a finger over my mouth before scooping to replace it with his lips. I moan at the contact, so ready for more and he sits back up looking at me adoringly.

“I love you too, although yesterday I was contemplating triggering your sleeping disorder if my plan didn’t work. I even googled it.” I laugh as he shakes his head at me.

“I would’ve probably liked it.” He laughs, biting my neck playfully again, sending me into squirming giggles. He slides up and flips me over to my front, smacking my butt a little hard, but I like it. I’ve missed all forms of Casanova Carrero. It’s like he’s reappeared from being away for a long time, our honeymoon period in full force once again.

“Get up, we have shit to do today.” He jumps to his feet over my body on the bed, and balances walking over me carefully then drops down to the floor before stalking to the bathroom. I sigh obediently and slide out of bed to retrieve the fluffy robe he’s left there and haul it on.

I’ve got so used to living in this house that breakfast is normally eaten dressed this way, curled up in the cozy main room on the couch in a fluffy robe. Sylvana comes to breakfast dressed the same way and always with a huge grin on her happy morning face.

I’ve seen Giovanni, briefly, he’s always impeccably dressed; never caught him wearing anything less than a shirt, waistcoat, pants, and shoes. The man must rise at dawn and always that same cool controlled demeanor, never a hint of relaxed softness or harshness either; just being Giovanni.

Giovanni is never demonstrative or outwardly emotional. He’s not touchy or affectionate. Arrick has more of Giovanni’s traits than Jake does, that same cool mature manner and even when girlfriends are here Arrick doesn’t overly pander to them. The odd hand holding, but

his mother, Arrick, is

the cheek, hugs her

walks with her arm in arm. Arrick is like his father, hands in pockets as he stands in a

never missing a beat. Arrick understands his father a lot more than Jake, that much is obvious, and I believe it’s

city, so he flies back and forth a lot to be home every night just as he promised his wife, another display of respect and love for Sylvana that

in education. I’m not sure if that means college or some high-priced university or business school but he seems to come home sporadically, always with a new girl in tow much like the Jake of old. Carrero blood has a lot to answer for and I’ll be damned if

and her charity, so sometimes she’s home for days and sometimes

on her commitments.

a little face to spoil with kisses. I can imagine her as a grandmother, giving so

tried to ignore the pain in that statement. Once again realizing that everyone will bond with Marissa’s baby months before mine comes. Ours won’t be the first tiny feet, the first grandchild or even Jake’s first child and that still hurts me to the core. My baby will be second in everything, second to arrive, second to be loved, second to be pampered, but in Jake’s eyes my baby will always be first. My baby will be first to him in every way and I should use that thought to be okay

in his, dragging me with him off the bed and through the door in that infuriating

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pancakes and bacon and Sylvana is on some healthy granola stuff, piled high in a bowl with yogurt and fruit. The two of

paper and then switch pages, both shifting in their chairs, rounding their shoulders, and tilting heads to one side. Both talking with full mouths when they point out something interesting in the paper. The same way they cradle their mugs, not using

used dishes, replenishing the coffee mugs and I can’t help but feel completely relaxed sitting here this way. Smiling at the two

at me with a cute smiling

“Something funny?”

will have the same Carrero good looks and quirks as you

sits

looks like Emma.” Sylvana chirps in with a dreamy expression. “Can you imagine a little curly blonde-haired cherub with soft blue eyes and little pouty lips just like his mother? Face of an angel but of course the little devil child that you were, Jacob.” Sylvana is

mini Emma … Would be the most beautiful baby on

to say.