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

He moved his body from hers and leaned in for another soft kiss, something he knew would be an addiction from here on in. Having this ability to just kiss her whenever he wanted was like all his birthdays coming at once and he intended to use it to its full potential.

“I’m still mad at you.” Emma slid her palms across his stomach, sending shivers of anticipation through him, her hands smoothing within his jacket which was open and sliding up across the muscles in his chest. He had to steel himself against the urge to turn to Jell-O. His eyes followed her progress and the tiny hint of a smile tugged at her lips, he couldn’t stop looking at her.

“I don’t blame you, bella.” He frowned. “I’m mad at me too,” Jake replied regretfully, smoothing her hair back behind her ear and taking a moment to focus on untangling a strand from the dangling diamond cluster earring. He needed to calm down his playboy impulses if he was going to romance her into a happy ever after. She wasn’t going to be some one-night piece of fun for him; Emma was all he had been waiting for in life. The other half to his soul. He watched her carefully, regret at so many lost months eating at him, knowing if he had just been honest with her long ago then he would have always had her.

Complete idiot.

“Makes a change from being mad at me, I guess.” Emma’s smile widened to a smirk as he regarded her. Lost in how many times he could have changed the course of their relationship by saying three little words to her.

“I only got mad with you because of how I feel about you, Emma. It was ripping me apart. I didn’t know how to behave around you or how to deal with all this crap inside of me. Over-emotional men are just snarky shits.” He softly smiled, knowing it was lame as apologies went, but he intended to spend every day for the next hundred years making this up to her.

“I get mad at you because you’re an asshole sometimes; nothing to do with emotions or love.” She joked, smiling widely with a hint of amusement in those gorgeous pale eyes. She moved to run her fingertips softly across his mouth again, drawing his attention to how perfect they gelled. Each touch tailored to the other almost perfectly and how she could weaken him so easily.

“We need to make this work.” Jake sighed. “I can’t walk away again … I don’t want to. This past month has been unbearable like I had my insides wrenched out.”

“Are you asking me to be your PA again?” she asked softly, looking him dead in the eye with a hint of the old Emma confidence seeping back in. He couldn’t help but smile at her.

more than that, miele.” His hands had moved back into that blonde curled hair he loved so much, fingertips grazing her scalp as he entangled its silky smoothness between his fingers. He loved that every time he touched her hair it not only felt good

what you want from me, be specific.” Emma had gone into full-on PA mode, that stern yet inquisitive look, she was waiting for him to lay his cards on the table before she let too much of her own hopes out. Typical Emma,

I love you, bambino.

did not hesitate in doing what she

I share my bed and my life with. I want a real relationship with you, bambino.” He didn’t think he could spell it out any clearer than that, and she deserved his full honesty after everything he had put her through. Somehow though, even knowing she felt this way too, it

threw herself against him so suddenly it almost winded him and wrapped herself tightly around him like a child would to

his heart swelled tenfold, he slid his hand back into her hair, resting her head against

gorgeous of Emma smiles, the one thing that had always captivated her to him was that genuine smile. Even eons ago when they first

salute that had him grinning like a kid, pushing her hand down with an indulgent look. She maybe wasn’t

it aloud, needed to get to grips with the fact this was real, and she wasn’t just a dream, resulting from a major emotional breakdown at losing

and pulled his hand to nestle against his own chest beside her

her off of his body so he could bridge the height difference and kiss her once more, his hand freed from hers was now skimming across the softest expanse of creamy throat, across her shoulder slowly. Her skin felt like the softest

instant and her

the surface and pain in the depths of those eyes,