The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 129

I turn in his arms and hug him fully, savoring his naked skin on my bikini clad body, hot and smooth and strong. Sending tingles and aches through me so easily while taking my mind far from the topic that’s hurting me, my insides responding on some primal level.

“Make me laugh. Distract me,” I whisper against him, indicating that I don’t want to talk about this anymore, I don’t want to think of that creep any longer. Burying my face against his chest.

For the last few days, it’s all he’s done, even over stupid, tiny disagreements, he somehow manages to take it all away and get me to smile and laugh. I want that more than ever right now, to remove this heavy knot in my stomach at realizing my father was the scum I always believed him to be. The disappointment I always knew he was.

He moves me out of his arms so I’m standing in front of him, bends down and picks me up over his shoulder in one swift movement, making me squeal. Holding my thighs with a strong arm he takes a few strides to the side of the boat, to the open railing, and jumps in the ocean taking me with him. Sarong and all, even his sunglasses nestled on top of my head.

“I said laugh, not drown!” I cough, grinning and spitting out warm salty water when we resurface; he has his arms around me, treading water so we stay afloat, wiping droplets from his face. Devilish and grinning, his hair infuriatingly still in place; the boyfriend with the indestructible hair. I really should investigate Carrero grooming products.

“You’re smiling so I got it halfway right.” He grins, kissing me solidly. “Want to have sex in the sea?” He pulls my body to him, so my legs are around his waist, my arms around his neck, even in the cooler water he feels hot and smooth and inviting.

“Again? Oh, if we must,” I answer demurely as if it’s the most boring request known to man, but my body is clenching in anticipation and a huge grin on my face. Best way to get over upset is to have your fit sexy Jake make love to you, works wonders every time. His eyes move to my lips as he focuses on them for a few seconds, I’m fascinated by the clearest green of their depths and the way his pupils contract and dilate as he thinks about something, his expression so serious. A smile breaks across his handsome face, throwing a kiss on the corner of my mouth, he lets me go, pulling my hand and makes me swim after him toward the edge of the boat.

“Where are we going? I thought you wanted to … Ummm … play in the sea?” I query, following him regardless.

“You’re right, we’ve done it a few times now … Figured I would try something new with you, tiny.” disappointment tugs at me. I like when he makes love to me in the sea even if it’s not actually all too lubricated, it’s wild and erotic, but a sense of exhilaration raises instead. New with Jake could be anything, he has no end to the sexual positions he puts me in, no end to his experimentation. I also have no qualms with letting him, trusting him always.

I follow him up the chrome ladder onto the boat, water pouring down my skin, and my sarong, molded to my legs. My sunglasses are surprisingly still stuck in my hair as he turns when he gets to the top and helps me the last few rungs before leading me to our bedroom on the lower deck, hand in hand.

Walking into the darkened room, he leaves me standing in the middle of the floor with a command to wait while he leaves. I pick up a towel and dry myself off quickly, peeling off the sarong and throwing it into the laundry basket, I pull the sunglasses out of my tangled hair and lay them on the vanity for safe keeping. I’m rather partial to his sunglasses.

He returns carrying a black velvet bag and throws it on the bed, so the contents empty over the sheets. I shiver with nerves as I watch him, we’ve never included anything in our sex sessions, just him and me and now here he has some sort of collection of Gothic looking cuffs and straps. I narrow my eyes and glance at him questioningly. Suddenly wary.

“They’re not mine before you start freaking out, thinking I’m some sort of Mr. Grey hiding some red room obsessions.” He grins. “The staff found them after the last time we were here, I think they belonged to that porn chick.”

“Miracle?” I laugh at the memory of the bimbo with the high-pitched squeal, Daniel Hunters entourage for that trip. He nods looking down at the things on the bed.

“Do you trust me?” He moves forward so we’re nose to nose and lightly grazes my lips with his. “Trust me to tie you up?”