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!

is like that of a man on a mission to keep me here. I might as well give in for the time being and see what’s going on with Daniel Forlorn-Looking Hunter. I must admit I am a little nosey seeing as he looks

legs up on his lap. His arms are loose around me and I turn glancing at Daniel. Jake is right about him looking stressed, the boy is sitting straighter than a poker-set, and those blue

notice his shirt is more than a little rumpled. His face isn’t its usual clean-shaven self either, he’s sporting

have learned from

me.” He sits back, flopping dejectedly, and slides his feet out wide, sighing heavily, bringing his gaze to the ceiling as

My body bristling in Jake’s embrace as he slides his hands down to my ass, pulling me in a

him if he’s hurt her

fucking hell and nothing I said to her helped one bit. We had a fight over some stupid chick who came up to me in a club two nights ago, and Leila flipped the fuck out.” He sounds exhausted and all hints

tell 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 Daniel. It seems I’m no longer

beat it. Leila just saw red.” He sighs again. “I’m trying so fucking hard, Jake, trying to see her as often as I can, trying to show her that I’m not dating anyone else and seeing my shrink every week despite the undying urge to take off at a hundred

it as I stare at the poor guy’s tight expression and tortured eyes. I can’t help but feel a little sorry for him. He truly looks miserable and I know only

stormed off and went home. She won’t answer my calls.” A hint of anger in his tone

seeing her? Leila is obviously majorly insecure, Daniel.” I narrow my eyes on him

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.” He seems flummoxed,

out of the gutter lately. All this rush of sexual longing has hit hard since getting our back intimacy and now I can’t seem to switch it off. I wonder if this

I’m so horny for him right

do

not together because

and then resigns himself to going back to his first position, flopped on

at him in anger, but Jake stands, and I’m silenced by his sudden motion. I wait for his flash

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