The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 186

I have to play this out if I’ve any chance of beating him.

Lifting my wine glass, the other hand tugging a strand of my hair, to wash down the cream cannelloni, I shiver with the smallest breeze behind me as someone passes and glance up expecting to see the maid. The elderly gentlemen walks by and leaves the room with a puce colored face and bored expression. Heat envelopes me as an arm comes around my shoulder unexpectedly and a firm hot mouth kisses me on the exposed skin.

“Hey, bambino … You okay?” that inner triumph sparks as Jake surrounds me with his heat and smell. Sitting in the recently evacuated seat next to me. I glance down, noting he’s brought his glass of wine with him and push down the urge to beam in his presence, instead keeping my tone controlled and flat.

“I’m fine.” Just enough of a sigh to portray that I’m not.

I should get an Oscar for this.

“You want to go for a walk or go upstairs?” He sounds concerned, a hesitation in his voice that maybe he’s pushed things too far. My little boy Carrero in full flow, so unsure and sweet.

Don’t melt at it, stay strong.

“No. I’m good, thanks.” I keep my face turned from him and push the rest of my dessert around the plate absentmindedly. I know it looks to him as though I’m upset.

“You know I would never do anything, baby? I love you; I’d never hurt you like that.” The tone in his voice betrays more than apprehension, he’s trying to reassure me. He’s back peddling this evening and my inner smugness rises up. I keep my expression blank and my exterior controlled.

“I know.” I smile tightly and pull away from him to get up, announcing I need to go to the ladies’ room and excuse myself quickly. Jake follows close behind me, catching me in the hall.

“Emma, wait.” He catches my arm, pulling me to him and encircles me with his arms. “Baby, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have behaved like this and made you feel this way. Look, can we just forget all of this, bambino? You know me. I would never do anything to make you leave me. Come upstairs and we can just go to bed early. Veg out and watch one of those trashy movies you love so much.” His narrowed brow and genuine concern make me melt and even feel slightly guilty.

This is the guy I love to death, right here. This one with the beautiful green eyes and loving heart.

“You would do that for me?” I lower my lashes and look away as though I’m surprised he cares, and he falls for it hook, line, and sinker.

“Baby, it was just a game, a stupid game. I don’t need the contract signed. I just need you.” He kisses me and wipes away all my resolve. His arms sliding around me firmly and pressing every inch of me against him. My inner body almost self-combusting.

“Take me upstairs, Jake.” I breathe into his mouth as his hands work down my curves, he doesn’t need to be told twice and grabs my hand, leading the way.

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Minutes later he peels me out of my dress and under dress in the bedroom and pulls me down on top of him on the bed so I’m straddling him in my lingerie and stockings. He leans up against the headboard, my shoes discarded on the floor with his and I kiss him full on while unbuttoning his shirt. The need for sex rising inside of me, his knees bent behind me, so it keeps me against him. His hands skate over the soft skin at my ass as he pulls me closer into his groin with a moan. The heat of our mouths together ignites, and he flips over so he’s on top of me, my legs coming around his waist and his hands running down the silkiness of my stockings hungrily, finding their way into the lace of my thong. His mouth covers my neck and the swell of my breasts trying to burst out of my bra. I’m panting and heaving as he devours me, grinding into me with his hardness, making me even more wanton than I was down at the pool earlier. The unquenched orgasm still lingering inside of me ready to be reignited and almost begging for him. We moan in unison as we grind together, and his hands come up, lifting both of mine above my head in the way he seems to love holding me down. His fingers slide up my arms as his lips tease my cleavage mercilessly, fingers trailing all the way up to my wrists. I close my eyes and surrender to my master.

There’s a clink and a strange noise as cold metal encircles my wrist causing a startled yelp and I jerk my eyes open. My head snaps up at the direction of the noise and Jake pulls away, sitting back on his haunches with a satisfied smirk as I realize he’s handcuffed me to the bed by one hand. I tug at it looking to him in confusion.

“I know when you’re upset, Emma, and I know when you’re trying to play me. Sweet dreams, baby … Only way I’m sleeping next to you tonight is if your powerless to touch me.” He climbs off the bed and strolls to the bathroom, fully untucking his shirt and throwing it into a hamper by the door.

“What the hell, Jake?” I writhe and tug at the cold metal, trying to free my hand and glaring at him angrily as it clanks and digs into my skin. Inner rage igniting, torn between disbelief and sheer mortification that he would do this to me.

“Do you need a pen?” He asks mercilessly, turning away as I hurl abuse at him, rolling and trying to get free.

“No point in struggling, shorty, those ain’t coming off unless you rip that headboard off too, and before you ask, I borrowed them from Alessandra. Seems she’s no loyalty to which side wins.” He walks into the bathroom and turns on the tap, brushing his teeth and leaving me leashed to this goddamn infernal bed.