The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 299

“Do you need me to put you to bed?” he asked, hoping that if he got her away from watchful eyes and maybe alone they could further explore what this was tonight. He also hoped she was picking up the subtle hints in that question.

Gentle handling, Carrero. Listen to her, read her signs.

“Do I not need to put you to bed?” she slurred again, and he couldn’t help but laugh at that suggestion.

If only.

“I’m sure I can handle way more alcohol than you, tiny.” He joked, keeping a firm hold on that body and letting his hands trail down her back slowly toward her ass, she wasn’t stopping him, anyway. All signs that he wasn’t reading this wrong at all.

“I’m not so sure, I haven’t seen you walk yet.” She pointed at him in the universal drunk air jab. Too goddamn adorable for words and her mouth was most definitely getting closer to his, her body moving toward him so very slowly.

“I’m sure after seeing you make an attempt at that, it proves you’re worse than me.” He shifted to move his groin away from her a little, she was getting too close for comfort, and unlike most women who liked to feel the effect they

were having on him he knew Emma wouldn’t. She wasn’t like any girl he had ever known, and this game of seduction was nothing like any he played. The ball was in her court, and he was just playing along with whatever she was allowing. He wouldn’t scare her off by moving in all Carrero panther-like.

“I like your dimples when you smile.” She prodded his face. Focusing on his features a little too closely, distracted by them it seemed and licking her lips as her eyes moved to his mouth. He all but groaned.

She’s giving every prompt and signal unknowingly, innocently … Fuck.

“And there she is.” He grinned trying to deflect just how horny she was making him right now.

“There who is?” she asked in confusion, a frown creasing her forehead and eyes coming back to his.

“Drunk Emma … How are you doing? I missed you, baby.” He smiled, although truth be told she had been drunk since the restaurant.

“You missed drunken Emma?” she asked, blinking suspiciously.

“I did.” He smirked as that little jealous twinkle hit her eyes. All good signs for him.

“Why? … Do you like her more than me?” She pouted with sad eyes, not even smiling when he laughed at her and shook his head. Too sweet for words.

“You are drunken Emma …” He soothed, shifting his knee between them a little to keep that wriggling body of hers from getting back into his groin as that was the way she was heading. Aware of it or not she had inched herself right against his chest and abdomen and caught her feet in his, she was trying to get as close as possible and it was taking all his willpower not to flip her on her back and just stick his tongue in her mouth. He was almost certain she wouldn’t refuse it right about now but the voices of the others on deck were killing this. He wanted it a little more special than making out in front of them, especially Marissa and her wolfish eyes that had been undressing him all night.

“No. I’m not … I’m just Emma … Drunken Emma is …” She looked flustered and he could only laugh. “Why are you laughing? I’m being serious!” She pulled her hands across her chest between them defiantly, but it only made her more appealing, he prodded her nose playfully.

“Both Emmas are you, they just choose to come out at different times. You’re cute when you pout.” He prodded her in the face lightly again before pinching her nose. He could touch her all day and never tire of it.

“Why do you like her more?” She slapped his hand away sulkily, more pouting and the saddest eyes he had ever seen, it just made him want to laugh all the more.

God … adorable personified. Jesus.

The scrapes and shifting noises on deck snapped his attention guiltily away as though his mom had just walked in and caught him trying to fuck someone in his room and he looked toward them. It was obvious by the way Daniel was maneuvering Miracle’s dress off that sexy time was about to get underway and Daniel wasn’t exactly shy about fucking in front of others or letting them join in.

Shit.

“Time for bed … I know what Daniel’s like. Show-time equals go time!” He didn’t like the fact that Hunter was doing this with Emma here, he would never expose her to that sort of degrading show. Emma wasn’t that kind of girl.

“What’s he like? What do you mean ‘show-time’?” She looked at him questioningly as he effortlessly pulled up with her in his arms, he was getting her below deck before she saw anything that made her uncomfortable.

“He likes kinky sex, he’s an exhibitionist, doesn’t matter if you’re male or female, he’ll try to pull you in, he has no qualms about fucking in front of an audience.” He frowned Daniel’s way knowing no way in hell would he ever let any of them touch his girl.

Jake caught sight of Leila getting up to leave too, she had never been into that whole scene and well, being Hunter, she didn’t want to hang around to see. Richard was following her.

“Will you join in?” Emma squeaked at him, a completely crestfallen look on her face thinking that he might want to. His heart warming a little at the obvious upset thinking he might. He had her.

Fuck no … She was far more alluring than that shit.

“No, it’s not my thing, Emma.” Not anymore, not in a long time and especially not when he had something better to be a different guy for.

“You said you did it on your dad’s boat when you were younger … group … stuff.” She accused him softly, obviously thinking back to old conversations from when he was stupid enough to think they would just stay friends. He regretted being so open about his past, wondering if it made her look at him in the way she was looking at Daniel right now. Disgusted.