Novel Name : The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO)

The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) Chapter 242

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I’m lying in the bath resting my aching bones after dragging Sarah around the city with Jefferson in tow.

I did it, I abused Jake’s credit card shamelessly and bought a mountain of stuff for my growing tadpole

and its swelling vessel, in the form of cute maternity clothes. I was a woman on a mission, pushed and

encouraged by Sarah and her undying enthusiasm, gushing over the cutest baby items ever. I don’t

have an ounce of guilt over it either.

Okay so maybe this baby thing is finally real. I’m starting to feel … Dare I say it … Excited. It’s the

bootee aisle in the baby shop that did it.

I skim my hands over my stomach, that little inner tingle expanding some more, only this time I stop

and analyze what this weird feeling is, the one that comes anytime I allow my thoughts to land on this

little being suspended inside of me. The tingling, slight achy sensation in my heart and stomach, a

strange fluttery breathless tightening.

Love.

I love my baby … I love Jake’s baby … I love our baby.

I sigh and relax into the tub a little looser, a smile plastered on my face as I recognize and embrace this

new feeling. Now that I can identify it, I can see how different it is to anything I’ve ever felt before,

something deeper and instantly stronger, almost close to what I feel for Jake, yet different. I love this

sweet unformed being, body and soul in a way that is as all-consuming as how I feel for him.

I know if Jake ever did anything to hurt it or me, in the way my mother’s lovers did, then I would take

this child and run, run far as I can and lock us both in a safe little box that no one would ever get

through. I would die to protect this tiny being inside of me.

This is what my mother lacks. The overwhelming protective desire to do anything within her power to

protect me. Maybe not all women get that maternal surge, but Jake is right. I do and it’s so strong it’s

overwhelming me; from this instant I know I’ll never be anything like her. So sure in this fact and

realizing it, I smile to myself and slide down in the tub with a sense of happiness and self-assurance.

I have wireless headphones on, the iPad running through all the songs Jake has sent me, sighing at

the memories, feeling more than a little euphoric with every melody. Shopping today was exhausting

and yet, I’m strangely energetic. My body is alert and tingling and extremely happy; only one more day

and he’ll be back with me … with us. I stroke down my stomach, comforting our little tadpole, missing

its daddy as much as I am already.

I sit luxuriating in the hot bubbles, completely immersed in thought, eyes closed, when I’m shocked,

blood freezing, hearts stopping, terror induced to sudden attention. A hot mouth lands on mine

delivering a kiss that has me jerking back in shock, followed by an almighty slosh of water which

drenches my face in a gasping wave and has me grappling for air. Strong hands yank my headphones

off my head at the same time as I make an attempt at rescuing myself from drowning.

The urge to panic comes out full throttle, snapping my eyes open at the assault, I’m met with cheeky

green eyes and the biggest grin I’ve ever seen. Jake is straddling me in the water, and he leans in for a

second kiss without any apology.

“Surprise.” He grins, as our mouths meet again, his teeth colliding with my lips. I’m startled and

floundering in his embrace, not sure if I should be happy at his sudden appearance or smack him for

scaring the living soul out of me. My heart is pounding through my chest right and I’m heaving in

breaths to calm down. I slap his shoulder haughtily and only get a grin in response.

“You scared the shit out of me!” I scorn, as he lifts me higher in the bath, stroking the damp hair off my

face; nestling me into position so he can get closer.

“I saw you lying here looking fucking breathtakingly beautiful and I just couldn’t help it.” He grins again

and I flick water at him as he leans over me, waist high in the bath. I realize he still has his T-shirt and

hoody on, and I can feel jeans … maybe even trainers down the sides of my legs. He’s completely

insane.

“You couldn’t stop, and you know … Undress?” I glance him up and down as he starts slowly and sexily

unzipping his sodden hoody. My eyes welded to the way his clothes are molding themselves to every

hunky muscle in his body complimenting his appealing physique.

“Nope … Like I said, you looked too inviting. I rushed my meeting and got everything done in one day

to get back to you, so I wasn’t waiting a second more.”

That smile though … heart stopping to say the least.

Oh, God that man. He melts my heart so effortlessly.

He peels off his upper layers, wringing them out, and tosses them toward the open shower floor in a

basketball slam-dunk move.

Could you be any more of a guy?

“Planning on staying?” I look him up and down as he slides back to sit at the other end of the bath,

fishing into the bubbly depths for trainers and socks, launching them toward his discarded clothes.

“Yup.” He leans back against the tub and wriggles a lot before producing the rest of his attire. The

water is sloshing everywhere so now the floor is soaked too.

“Nora will kick your ass when she sees this mess.” I push my toes at his chest, and he catches my foot

with a quick hand. He pulls me down the tub, with a little tug, and I squeal in response, slapping my

arms to the side to stop myself submerging. He doesn’t let go and starts kneading the ball of my foot

expertly.

Really!

“Well, seeing as I’m the one paying her, then tough.” He grins some more and it’s obvious he’s happy

to be home and with me; his cheery playful mood is majorly adorable.

“I’m glad your home.” I gush at him, relaxing into his foot massage, that inner warmth swelling when I’m

hit with his sexiest ‘I’m hot and I know it’ smile.

“I’m glad too. I missed you more than is healthy.” His massage stops, fingers travel up my ankle slowly.

His body seems to rise in the water, and he starts easing his way toward me, hands skimming my inner

leg and up my inner thigh.

Oh … hello.

“Want to help me get clean?” He winks as he comes over me, his nose grazing mine and our bodies

delicately touching in the hot water.

“I’m pretty sure what you mean is giving you help in doing something dirty.” I point out, and that wicked

gleam is the last thing I see before he devours me. The floor is going to see a lot more water than this

before we’re done.

* * *

I sigh as I watch him empty bag after bag onto the bedroom floor, starting to feel more than a little guilty

at

my mountain of purchases. Seeing it all now in the

daylight I’m sure I’ve gone and lost my mind … maybe got a little credit card happy. Yesterday it was

easy

to keep on buying, as each purchase was swiftly carried

off to the car by Jefferson, and I didn’t see the entirety of it until he laid it all together on the sitting room

floor. I cringe and watch Jake’s face for some sort of reaction but there isn’t any. He doesn’t seem to

care that I probably maxed out the card he gave to me.

He rifles through some of the tiny things I purchased, holding them up with a happy expression on his

face, then eyes a couple of the dresses I bought for myself. I watch him lift the leggings with the weird

stretch stomach panel and giggle at the confused look on his face.

“I can’t picture you this way yet.” He says as a matter of fact and stretches out the panel with his hand

to simulate a bulge.

“You’ve just been presented with your crazy fiancées credit card happy shopping, probably a rather

obscenely large card bill, and all you’re thinking about is me getting a baby bump?” I stare at him

completely bewildered. I’m sure any normal husband to be would be hitting the roof right now at the

momentous mountain of stuff.

Jake just shrugs and picks up a tiny little pair of fluffy bootees.

“I told you to start abusing my cards, God knows I do it often enough.” He lifts a baby-grow in the tiniest

size ever, holding it between us closing one eye, squinting at me and the little suit at the same time.

Looking utterly devastating and making my inner thighs clench.

“Are you trying to envision me wearing that?” I raise an eyebrow at him and pull a hand to my hip.

I’m not sure what sorts of kinky run through his brain sometimes.

“I’m trying to figure out how something this size is going to fit inside something your size and to be

honest I’m starting to not like myself very much.” He drops it back down and picks up a tiny hat instead,

fingers tracing it delicately, getting back that little tugging happy smile.

You’re so cute.

Jake is obviously one of those rare men who like babies, whether he’s aware of it or not, and I can

guarantee

he will be a very ‘hands on’ daddy. The thought warms me to my core.

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