The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 244

Jake groans against my neck as my hand closes around him inside his boxers. I almost jerk out of his hands with pleasure as his fingers find what I’ve wanted from him for weeks. Lack of touch down there has me at my most sensitive and I can tell already that I’ll cum the second he really is inside of me and not just those wickedly good fingers. Jake’s mouth captures mine again as he slides his hand in a rhythmic motion and I start the familiar internal building of hot waves and clenching pleasure. It’s happening too fast, weeks of not being touched is making my body long to climax. I’m over-sensitive and at this rate it’s going to be over before it’s started. I don’t want it that way. I want to savor this and enjoy it. I have him back, in his entirety, and I want it to be everything I’ve been dreaming of.

“Jake wait.” I pant, as my legs start trembling. I don’t want it this way, I want us to get past this emotional barrier he has and have him inside of me, all hot hardness of him. If he makes me finish before he starts, then he might not follow through and I need him more than air right now. I need his body and mine as one. He buries his face in my neck again, kissing me and pushing further into the rhythm our grinding has created with subtle moans.

“Jake? Emma?” A voice rings through the house rather loudly. The familiar song of a woman that you don’t want catching you up against a wall with her son; semi-naked and about to screw you. Jake immediately snaps his head up and looks at me in sheer surprise.

“Fuck, it’s my mom.” Jake pulls his hand out of me, slides me down to my feet and hauls down my dress, throwing a quick kiss on the corner of my mouth before retrieving his T-shirt from the floor and yanking it on crazily in one fell swoop; a move suggesting this isn’t the first time he’s almost been caught red handed by her.

Noooooooooooo!

I huff and pick up my cardigan, previously discarded on the floor next to me. Jake adjusts himself and buttons his jeans in almost lightening flash speed, already walking toward the door to go see Sylvana, while I sort myself back from the frazzled horny mess we’ve gotten ourselves into. My face is on fire and my body is screaming for release, tingling in a crazy motion, making me as grouchy as sin. I want to cry right now or just kick something … really, really, hard. We were so goddamn close!

Jake was so close to getting over whatever this bloody stupid fucking thing is.

I stomp around in a circle, buttoning up my cardigan and straightening my dress, trying hard to bring some calm to the fury of hormones ravaging me.

Maybe smashing something will help.

We were so close to him trying again but now, with the interruption from his mother, I’m not sure he will do that anymore, especially if cooling off while talking to Sylvana gives him time to re-think all this; make him go back to not wanting to try at all. It was unplanned and completely fueled by the thought of Daniel and Leila marking his territory. I could scream right now!

How on Earth am I going to find a way to get that spark back in him to where we’d almost been?

My skin is still tingling with the memory of his touch and I am sure as hell not going back to its absence. That sizzling sensation on my body has me aching with longing, a pain so intense that I am not, in any way, going to let this go. I need Jake to have sex with me or I am going to go insane.

I wander out into the hall and am greeted with the sight of mother and son talking. Jake looks unruffled and normal, not that it surprises me, even after full-blown, mind-numbing sex he has a knack for looking completely fine. Sylvana, on the other hand, looks flustered and completely uncomfortable.

There’s an embarrassingly loud wailing sound echoing our way from upstairs, which is so much louder out here than in the room I just left, traveling due to having no furniture or no floor coverings in the empty echoing house. Sylvana’s face turns beetroot as the noise pitches higher.

Yes, we’re standing here listening to Leila having what sounds like an earth-shattering orgasm right now … Lovely.

“So, yeah, I’ll bring Emma over soon, Mamma. We won’t be long.” Jake kisses her on the cheek and walks

her to the door talking loudly to cover the moans still happening overhead, trying his hardest to get her out the door fast. Jake is still an old-fashioned boy at heart and subjecting his mother to any kind of sexual noise is almost as painful for him as it is for her. He looks positively agitated. I’m trying not to count how many seconds it’s lasting, annoyed, with green-eyed jealousy as I glare at Jake’s back, a little moodily, and curse internally at our interruption.

It should be me making all that noise.

I don’t know why Sylvana was here, or if her departure is because of the obviously cringe worthy noises upstairs, but I can’t help but sigh with disappointment. The noise upstairs reaches its pinnacle with a rather embarrassing long drawn out scream and then deafening silence.

Thank God for that.