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

I walk up to him and slide my hand into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet effortlessly, and flip it open. He narrows his eyes watching as I slide out his sexy black credit card without attempting to stop me and wave it in front of him.

“If I’m not allowed to pack or take anything to wear then I’ll just buy what I need and that’ll resolve that little issue.” I tease with a naughty smug smile. Jake takes hold of my wrist with one hand and yanks the card out of my hand with the other, throwing that behind him on top of the scattered case too. His expression completely serious and I can’t help but burst into giggles. He still has my wrist in his hand and it’s obvious he’s not about to let go.

“You’re impossible.” I poke him in the chest accusingly but can’t stop the giggling.

“That’s why you love me and that’s why I’ll cancel my fucking trip and stay right here if you keep this up.” He moves toward me menacingly, and I spring back, yanking my hand free and wave my hips at him playfully, goading him childishly. His mood is simmering but that twinkle in his eye hints at a desire to stop arguing and do something far more fun; that never-ending heat between us always is never far away nowadays.

There’s a small knock on the open bedroom door and Mathews appears, graciously clearing his throat to alert us of his presence.

“Mr. Carrero, Mr. Hunter is here to see you.” He nods and then waits for Jake’s response. Jake looks immediately irritated, and sighs, resigning himself to the fact that this is going nowhere.

“Show him to the lounge I’ll be there in a minute.” Jake smiles and Mathews turns and leaves us to it. Jake goes to walk forward, then stops and glances over his shoulder at the case on the floor, his eyes narrow suspiciously as he knows I’ll just pick it up and keep packing as soon as he leaves.

He stalks toward me in two easy strides and without warning bends down to flip me over his shoulder with a sharp smack to my ass and a squeal, as he marches both of us through to the next room with determination. He thinks that if I’m with him then I can’t disobey him.

Asshole.

“Jake put me down.” I protest, squirming on his wide shoulders helplessly in his vice-like grip, and he only sets me on my feet when we’re beside the long low white leather couch. Daniel is sitting far too rigidly on the far end not even looking our way but studying his own hands. Jake catches my wrists and pulls me onto his lap as he sits down, catching me so I don’t fall, nestling me into his embrace. It seems I’m to be his prisoner in case I go defy him and pack my case.

What am I going to do with him?

Seriously!

a little stressed.” Jake turns his steely face to Hunter. I struggle to get free but realize it’s futile, Jake’s grip is like that of a man on a mission to keep me here. I might as well give in

right about him looking stressed, the boy is sitting

words of wisdom.” He runs fingers through his hair in agitation and I notice his shirt is more than a little rumpled. His face isn’t its usual clean-shaven self either, he’s sporting Jake’s designer stubble and on Hunter it looks odd. He’s too blonde to pull it

zone all attention on Hunter again. I have learned from watching Jake that only woman issues could make a man go to hell like

bringing his gaze to the ceiling as though he’s going to find some divine

slowly and deliberately, with a hint of edge in my tone. My body bristling in Jake’s embrace as he slides his

if he’s hurt

some stupid chick who came up to me in a club

me you haven’t done anything, Danny?” Jake slides me off his lap onto the couch next to him, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees toward

as often as I can, trying to show her that I’m not dating anyone else and seeing

stare at the poor guy’s tight expression and tortured eyes. I can’t help

threw her fucking drink at me, told me it was over, and to go fuck the whore; stormed off and went home. She won’t answer my calls.” A hint of anger

Leila is obviously majorly insecure, Daniel.” I narrow

say what? No Leila, I’m not fucking you about, or touching other women publicly on a dance floor five feet away from you. She wouldn’t let me near her front door. I know Leila too well she won’t let me in if she’s not answering calls.” He sits up sharply. “What about some fucking trust? Some fucking benefit of the doubt?” He gets up and then immediately sits down again. “See this shit?” He throws a gesturing hand down the length of him “She’s got me so messed-up I don’t know if I’m coming or going … Fuck’s sake! Seriously. I’m all over the place. I don’t think I can handle this anymore.”

saying?” Jake doesn’t look happy at all; his body tenses a little too sexily for my liking. I can’t seem to get my head out of the gutter lately. All this rush of sexual longing has hit hard since getting our

I’m so horny for

to do

because I can’t seem to

Daniel looks defeated. He shifts position three times in a row, restlessly, and then resigns himself to going back to his first

silenced by his sudden motion. I wait for his

shrugs and walks toward the kitchen rendering me utterly speechless. He sounds completely normal and,