The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 240

The song choice from me to Jake is playing across the floor surrounding us as we sway. We’re still wrapped up in each other our eyes focused intently. The swell of happiness between us is infectious and I don’t think either of us has stopped smiling since his dance-floor proposal an hour ago. I truly know happiness beyond all bounds. I wanted to reply to his song, after all it was our tradition, and in a grand fashion to match his, the DJ was more than happy to oblige when the orchestra finally took their leave.

Ella Henderson “Yours” plays beautifully across the room, telling him everything I want to say right now.

He sways me around the dance floor for the hundredth time, wrapped in his arms and smiling like crazy. Feeling like I could die from contentment. People were congratulating us the whole way through the meal and neither of us has managed to stop touching the other; smiling brightly with only eyes for each other. I can’t stop glancing at my hand over his wide shoulder to the understated delicate diamond ring, showing me he’d really thought about what I would like. Non-showy, vintage, and perfectly me. He chose something that I would’ve chosen for myself, elegant and meaningful, rather than a display of wealth. Jake knows me a lot better than I think he gives himself credit for.

Sarah appeared and enveloped me in kisses and tears as soon as I had that ring on my finger. She’s now swaying with Marcus, feet away on the floor, looking merry and drunk, and very much like a girl in love. Marcus is looking quite groomed and a little different, eyes aglow with infatuation for Sarah, evident on the face of a man I’ve never warmed to. Maybe I’ve always been too harsh on him, seeing them together with new eyes, the love evident between them, and the way they seem to fit so effortlessly together, like Jake and I do but in their own way.

I can’t help but look back at the man of my dreams and take in every part of that face. Someone has his attention to the left of me, and he’s smiling and answering with an amused furrowed brow, his sultry low voice always makes my blood pump faster. His arms around my waist tightly, mine around his neck, bow tie now undone and hanging loose at each side of his collar. The jacket is gone and shirt open at the top. He looks exactly like he should, sexually casual, and a little rough around the edges, yet confidently tailored to perfection even when his tie is discarded. The boyish bad boy Carrero always dominating every part of him and it’s exactly who I always want him to be.

The whole night is a blur of smiles, giddiness, and floaty memories of people I know hugging me, and lots and

lots of kissing. Jake has kissed my lipstick off, kissed me until my cheeks are permanently blushed, and my mouth puffy.

Yet that doesn’t seem to be able to stave off the craving to kiss me more, not that I’m complaining. Kissing Jake is my

all-time favorite thing in the world. That seductive mouth locked onto mine bringing our hearts together as one. No one makes me feel the way he does with something so simple as a gentle brushing of lips. Just the proximity of him to me, eyes locked and noses touching, makes every part of me surrender to his will.

Jake stops talking to whoever has his attention and turns back to give it all to me, another kiss and soft grazing of noses that make my body tingle for him. He knows no bounds when it comes to being tender and gentle with me, and I love that it’s a part of him reserved only for me and our unborn child. The side of him that the world never sees and probably couldn’t associate with the ‘Playboy Carrero Casanova’ public figure that women still drool over. He was never that way with his endless meaningless women, never so touchy and adoring with them at all and it only highlights what I mean to him.

“You thought I was going to say no, didn’t you? Even though we were technically engaged.” I sway with him, now completely relaxed, with so much heart swelling

love. Moving to the music emphasizes his powerful body and he positions my feet to stand on the shoes of his toes so he can dance me around, reaching my lips a little better. I feel

like a child, but with his arms encircling me tightly I don’t want to be anywhere else. He always has a way of making me feel protected and cared for, even if it’s just propping sunglasses on my face in bright light or taking off my

shoes in the car home after a dance, or swirling me around on his feet so I can stand and relax as he takes control of

my movements.

“The thought crossed my mind about a million times once we got here. I’m not going to lie I started to panic that I was going about this the wrong way, bambino.” He grimaces at the memory and scoops down to kiss me again. His face one of confidence, showing no hint of doubt now. Camera’s flash nearby but Jake is completely oblivious to paparazzi attention, I on the other hand am still adjusting.

“I love you, Mr. Carrero. This was beyond perfect.” I smile lovingly.

The fireworks display lasted forty-five minutes and was beyond spectacular. We crowded outside in droves, after the emotion of the moment calmed down, and saw the last half of the most magnificent fireworks display ever. Jake draped his jacket around me and held me in his arms for warmth while we watched in awed silence. He certainly supplied, as promised ‘Fireworks and a floor show’ and in true Jake Carrero style it was go big or go home.

He smiles back.