Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111

“I don’t know what to do,” Christian repeated, his eyes locked on mine, that raw vulnerability in his gaze almost painful to witness. “What do you want to do, Zoey?”

The question hung between us for only a heartbeat before the answer crystallized in my mind. A familiar heat spread through me, a primal need overriding hesitation or doubt.

A slow, deliberately provocative smile curved my lips. Without answering, I took his hand and led him toward the far corner of the overlook, where the shadows were thicker and the wooden walls created a secluded pocket, hidden from the paths below.

“Zoey?” His voice carried a note of confusion, though his eyes had already darkened with understanding.

I pressed my body against his, feeling his immediate reaction. My fingers trailed up his chest and slid to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

“Right now,” I murmured against his lips, my voice low and heavy with longing, “there’s nothing else I want more than this.”

His eyes widened for a second before narrowing with intensity.

“Are you crazy?” he asked, glancing nervously toward the brightly lit mansion in the distance. “The house is full of people. Someone could show up any minute.”

In response, I deliberately slid my hand between our bodies, pressing it against his obvious arousal. The low moan that escaped his lips was all the confirmation I needed.

“Some things are worth the risk, don’t you think?” I whispered, brushing my lips near his ear.

That was all it took. In a swift, fluid motion, Christian reversed our positions, pinning me against the wooden wall with an urgency that stole my breath. His mouth found mine in a hungry kiss, full of need and heat, claiming me completely.

My hands gripped his hair, pulling it hard enough to elicit another groan from him. Christian responded by biting my lower lip, the combination of pleasure and pain sending a wave of heat straight to my core.

“Someone might find us…” he murmured against my neck, his voice rough.

“Then they’ll have quite the story to tell,” I breathed, not caring about consequences anymore.

His hands found the hem of my dress, lifting the fabric to my thighs. When his fingers slid along the inside of my leg, my head fell back against the wall, a sigh escaping involuntarily.

“So responsive…” he murmured, his fingers finding the damp lace of my panties. “Always so ready for me.”

He traced provocative circles on the fabric, never offering the pressure I desperately needed. My hips moved instinctively against his hand, seeking more contact.

“Christian, please…”

“Please what?” he asked, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me what you want, Zoey.”

“You,” I whispered, trembling. “Inside me. Now.”

A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. Without warning, he pulled aside the fabric of my parties and slid two fingers inside me, eliciting a moan that he quickly silenced with another kiss,

His fingers moved with practiced precision, knowing exactly how to touch me, how to bring me to the edgy without letting me fall. My entire body trembled beneath his touch, my nails digging into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re soaked,” he growled against my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “Is that because of me? Because we’re out here, where anyone could see us?”

“For you,” I gasped, unable to elaborate further as his fingers found that precise spot inside me.”Always for you

“That’s it, Zoey,” he urged, his own breath uneven. “Let go. I want to feel you.”

It was his voice that pushed me over the edge-that low, rough tone, almost desperate, filled with desire and something far deeper. The orgasm hit me like a crashing wave, every nerve in my body exploding in pure pleasure. I buried my face in his neck to muffle the cry that threatened to escape, my body trembling uncontrollably against his.

Christian followed almost immediately, his thrusts losing their steady rhythm. I felt him pulse inside me as he bit my shoulder to stifle his own groan, his entire body tightening with the force of release.

For several moments, we stayed that way, tangled against the wall of the overlook, our bodies still connected, our breathing slowly evening out. The cool night air brushed against my exposed skin, a delicious contrast to the lingering heat between us.

Slowly, Christian lowered my legs, letting my feet touch the ground again, though his arms stayed firmly around me, as if afraid I might collapse without his support. Maybe I could have.

With almost reverent care, he adjusted my dress, pulling the hem back down to cover my legs. His fingers lingered on my skin, reluctant to let go. I helped him fix his clothes, my movements languid, satisfied.

When we were presentable again—or as presentable as we could be after what we had just shared-Christian drew me back into his arms, my head finding its perfect place beneath his chin. His heartbeat thudded against my cheek, steady and strong, a grounding reminder of his presence.

“That was…” he began, but seemed unable to find a word that fit what we had just experienced.

“Yes,” I agreed softly, understanding exactly what he meant.

We stayed like that for several minutes, wrapped in a comfortable silence that only existed between two people who had just shared something deeply intimate. The moon cast its silver glow over the vineyards below, the world around us feeling strangely peaceful and far away.

I felt his lips press against my hair, his breath warm against my temple. And then, so softly I almost thought I had imagined it, three words: “I love you.”

Just like that. No buildup, no conditions, only the raw truth that had grown between us despite every attempt to keep our relationship confined within the safe boundaries of a contract.