The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 175

The greenhouse is massive, more like a glass palace, full to bursting with flowers and bushes everywhere we turn, the scents strong and heady and blocking out most of the lower windows. It’s so hot it’s like a tropical jungle and Jake pulls me against him from behind, so my ass nestles his crotch, showing me how turned on he already is, and I giggle.

“You haven’t even touched me yet.” I laugh as his hand skirts up my dress, cupping my breast.

“I don’t need too, just looking is enough.” He catches my hair from behind with his free hand, tugging it back to reveal my neck to him so he can move in and devour me. I instantly lose all willpower, my body sagging back into him, his teeth toying with my jaw line and throat seductively. His hand on my breast, moves down my dress pulling it up and disappears under to find my lace panties.

“Baby, you’re already so wet.” He groans into my ear in unison with me as his fingers find their way inside of me. It’s not hard to be turned on all the time when your lover is Jake Carrero.

“Jake, if you do that here my legs will give out.” I breath heavily, aware that my limbs are already trembling with what he’s doing. He walks us forward into a tiny open room that seems to house nothing but a chaise lounge, a small table covered in gardening books, and empty pots and vases stacked on a set of metal shelves against one frosted glass paneled wall.

Jake lets go of me and shrugs out of his coat, pulling my cardigan off and dumping both on the chair in front of us. His fingers skim behind me and I glance back to see him unbuttoning his shirt fully. I clench internally, that heavy ache of longing, throbbing already in anticipation as I watch him expose the smooth expanse of chiseled perfection only interrupted by the black ink of tribal tattoos curling across one of his pecks. I move to turn and help but he catches me, turning me back away, unzipping the back of my dress and sliding it down so I’m standing in the expensive lingerie he had delivered for me only hours before our flight to Chicago. His hands come up my sides softly, tracing up under arms, sending goosebumps everywhere, my skin tingling with the contact.

“I want to screw you over that chair, bambino.” His husky voice bites into my ear as his stubble tingles over my cheek. Obediently, I lean forward to place my hands on the higher edge of the seat so I’m bending, his hand coming up from my thigh and over my ass before he pulls my thong down over it, sliding it down to my ankles where I step free.

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“Shit!” He murmurs, bringing a hand to my mouth as I cry out in first waves of orgasm mid-thrust, covering it fully, leaning down close to me so he can pull my covered face into his neck. He softens the thrust making the waves calm rather than build and I writhe in frustration to make him go harder.

“Shhhhhh, baby. Someone’s coming in.” He whispers, keeping his hand over my mouth, he keeps pushing into me slower, trying to keep me quiet but it’s too late, the continued movement has me unraveling below him unable to be quiet. His arms tighten around me as I convulse, and my body gives out, flopping forward onto the chaise longue. He leans down, kissing me on my back for a second, before finally releasing my mouth, lifting his head off my back as he strains to listen. He keeps me still, holding me against the couch which is now under my abdomen and serving as a resting place for my slumped body, my arms curled beside me on the arm.

Voices come dangerously close and we both tense, but they move away again, and he relaxes. Pulling away and sliding me upright in one easy movement, he turns me and sinks a passionate kiss on me. His tongue exploring my mouth before breaking away.

“That was close, too close to finish here.” He grins and pulls his jeans up, concealing himself. “That was my father and my uncle Dimitri.” He kisses me on the cheek before leaning down and grabbing my underwear for me, handing them to me he scoops up the dress and holds it out so I can step inside of it. He zips me up with another kiss on the back of my shoulder and runs his hands through my loose hair.

“I’m going to screw you in every part of this house before we leave.” He threatens huskily and my body tingles in anticipation, his hands skimming my butt through the thin fabric of my dress, making me aware that I’m still holding my panties between us. He takes them and shoves them inside his jacket with a wink.

“We’re not done yet, I’m way too horny to let it go.” He kisses me on the back of my head, catching my hand as he lifts our coat and cardigan and pulls me with him toward the side door of the green house toward a building across a large lawn. Pulling me closer he throws his arm casually around my shoulder and brings his mouth to my ear.