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

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