The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 121

I’m putty in his hands. He’s showing me that with a kiss he owns me and it’s working. I’ve melted to a gooey puddle in his lap where he could literally strip me naked right now on the sidewalk and I wouldn’t argue. He’s uncovered my weakness for him in one night and he fully intends to utilize it. Jake has always had skills in manipulation, so this doesn’t surprise me in the slightest. He pulls his mouth from mine, keeping his hand around my jaw, holding us nose to nose

“We’re going away for some time alone … We need it … I need this.” His voice is thick and husky, and he kisses me again before I can answer, pulling me back down into erotica, his tongue caressing mine until I feel like the longing will make me self-implode. His hand moves up under my dress finding what he’s searching for, pulling my underwear aside and connects. I arch on his lap, gasping in pleasure, his mouth still on mine as I squirm.

“Say yes, bambino.” He breathes into my mouth, pushing his fingers inside me slowly, his thumb circling at the front deliciously. I wriggle and claw at his shoulders, the sensation overwhelming me. Every part of my already sensitive womanhood is throbbing with pleasure. His fingertips gently circling and teasing until I’m almost panting, almost begging. He withdraws, leaving me wanting and aching. “Say yes.” He breathes again. The sensation is too extreme and too intense to fight, and I want more of it. I grasp his arm and try to force his hand back to its previous position, bite his lower lip in a bid to make him take me but he stays still, his eyes dark with lust. God this man is stubborn!

“This isn’t fair,” I moan and grind into his lap trying to take control from him, but he only smiles. He’s far better at this game than I’ll ever be. I can feel his desire beneath me, hard and obvious but he’s still as a statue, amusement on his face, making it clear he likes this version of Emma.

“One little word, miele, and I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll screw you right here in the car.” He smirks.

Only Jake could make that the most appealing sentence in the world.

I give in, saying, “Yes,” loudly as I wrap my arms around his neck and falling into a passionate kiss, my inner self squealing out in ecstasy as his hand moves back inside me, and his other hand pulls down my bodice. I don’t even care that he’s just manipulated me without effort, most likely starting a pattern for things to come now that he knows he can.

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I try to right my dress when I’m back in my own seat, pulling its skirt back down my body awkwardly, my face hot and I’m sure I must be several shades of pink and red, my skin is glowing.

Despite the tight confines of the car and invasive controls around us, Jake somehow managed to make good and made love to me in his car. Facing me forward to the front windscreen, sat in his lap with his arms around me, glad of the heavily tinted windows. It was awkward but erotic and I ended up sprawled over his steering wheel gasping in the afterglow. I only then became self-conscious about our surroundings, relieved when I saw he put us in an empty alley, shaded by tall buildings on either side. He knew he was going to have sex with me as soon as he turned the car. The appearance of the condom a huge hint, the cheeky wink and grin confirmed he pre-planned my surrender to his way of thinking. I have no chance with him as a lover … I will never have any say in this life ever again.

“So … Guess we’ll be going to yours to pack a case then, right?” He grins at me, leaning over to clip my seat belt back on, always obsessed with taking care of me as though I’m incapable. He looks completely unaffected by what we’ve just done, even his hair is still in place while I shake my head at him

“Is this what life is going to be like? You decide something then use your ‘sexpertize’ to make me agree?” I gaze at him, trying to look unamused, but I can’t stop smiling.

“Like you thought it would be any different?” He grins back, righting himself in his seat and pulling his belt on. “Now make sure there’s a lot of bikinis … We’ll be solo this time, I doubt you’ll need any actual clothes.” He winks and for some reason I know he means it … bikinis or naked, I can be sure that’s how I’ll end up if the last thirty minutes are anything to go by.

“Maybe I’ll have a three-week headache, darling …” I reply haughtily, trying to keep the humor from my face. He has us back in traffic, moving on, his face animated and he shrugs.

“Bambino, best way to get rid of a headache is to have your hot Italian boyfriend sweat it out of you in various energetic positions.” He throws me a serious look with a raised brow.

Arrogant sod! His ego is big enough for the both of us.

Who am I kidding? It’s one of the things that make him who he is; his confidence and directness and he knows it. Damn you, Carrero!