Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268

It wasn’t a romantic kiss or a gentle one. It was abrupt, firm, loaded with all the tension that had built up between us through weeks of corporate games and unspoken feelings. A kiss full of frustration, pent-up desire, anger… every word we couldn’t say and every feeling we’d tried to rationalize.

Nate kissed me back immediately, as if that moment had shattered the last barrier of control he’d been holding onto. His hands came up to frame my face, his fingers tangling in my hair, and his body pressed against mine with an intensity that felt like a physical answer to everything we’d avoided saying.

The kiss deepened, growing more urgent. Every breath was short and uneven, and every touch felt like a silent confession, more honest than anything we could’ve tried to speak. His hands moved down my body slowly, steady and sure, as if there wasn’t room for hesitation anymore.

I didn’t know who started it, but suddenly we were stripping away layers of fabric like they were the last walls between us. My fingers slipped along the collar of his shirt, brushing against the heat of his skin beneath it, and I heard the quiet click of a button coming undone. He pulled my coat off with practiced ease, letting it drop carelessly to the floor, and kept kissing me like the world could end in that room and nothing else would matter.

In one fluid, instinctive motion, Nate lifted me into his arms. His eyes locked with mine for a split second- there was something there, a mix of desire and something deeper, something we still didn’t dare name. But neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to.

He held me firmly, securely, and with every step toward the stairs, our mouths found each other again, cutting through any chance of rational thought.

Each step up the stairs stretched the moment, tightening the pull between us. His breathing was just as unsteady as mine, and the quiet of the house only made every touch, every sound, feel sharper, louder, impossible to ignore. When we reached the bedroom, he pushed the door open with his shoulder, never breaking contact with me.

Nate lowered me onto the bed with a surprising gentleness-but there was nothing gentle about the way we

looked at each other.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low, rough, carrying an intensity that knocked the air right out of my lungs.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I curled my fingers into his hair and pulled him back to me, making it clear I didn’t need words.

He didn’t hesitate after that. His mouth found mine again, urgent and hungry, and then slowly began tracing a deliberate path down my skin as he finished sliding my clothes away. Every touch was charged-slow, reverent -and it sent shivers racing through me.

“You’re beautiful…” he murmured against my collarbone, his voice a deep vibration against my skin. “I spent weeks trying to forget what little I saw of you on that plane… and I failed every damn night.”

Nate’s kisses traveled slowly down, as if each part of my body deserved to be calmly discovered. When he reached my thighs, the air seemed to leave my lungs. His lips brushed against my sensitive skin, each touch sending waves of heat that made my muscles contract in anticipation.

“Nate… Please… Don’t stop…”

His touches guided our movements-sometimes with his hands firm on my waist, pulling me closer, sometimes intertwining his fingers with mine in slower moments, where the contact seemed to say more than any words. At times, his fingers would rise to gently tug at my hair, tilting my head to receive soft kisses that contrasted with the intensity of our bodies moving together.

“Look at me,” Nate said, guiding my face. “I want to see you come.’

The intensity grew in waves, each one stronger than the last, as if we were being taken together, step by step, to the limit. Until, when the climax arrived, there was nothing but the sensation of losing control together— broken breaths, fingers squeezing tightly, bodies trembling in unison until the silence weighed on the room like an inevitable pause.

For a moment, all that existed was the sound of our breaths trying to find a rhythm, and the comfortable weight of his body close to mine. We stayed like that, side by side, still intertwined, as if the world outside had ceased to exist.

“This is crazy…” I said softly.

“This is crazy,” Nate agreed.