Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 282

Chapter 282

Chapter 282

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The humid steam from the hot springs clung to my skin as Nate kissed me with a hunger that made me forget how to breathe. His mouth was relentless, his teeth teasing my lower lip before his tongue swept into my mouth with a rhythm that promised everything that was coming next. I clutched his shoulders, feeling his muscles flex under my hands as he unbuttoned my coat with fingers way too agile for a man with hands that big.

“You planned this,” I accused between kisses, my body arching when his hands found my waist under the fabric.

He laughed, the sound echoing off the stone walls.

“Every second,” he admitted, his lips finding my neck as he pushed the coat off my shoulders.

The fabric hit the ground with a soft thud, and suddenly the hot spring air was on my bare skin, making my nipples tighten under the thin silk top. Nate didn’t hesitate. His big hands closed over my breasts through the fabric, his thumbs drawing slow circles that pulled a moan from me.

“Nate… please…”

“Please what?” he teased, his fingers playing with the hem of my top. “Tell me what you want, Annie.”

But the words vanished when he finally pulled the fabric up, revealing my skin inch by inch. His gaze burned everywhere it landed, and when the top slipped over my head, he drew in a sharp breath, his eyes going dark like the sea before a storm.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, one hand trailing down my chest to the edge of my bra.

His fingers toyed with the lace, painfully slow, before finally slipping beneath it to free one breast, then the other. The hot air against my hardened nipples was almost too much… until his mouth replaced the heat, and then there was no comparison at all.

I cried out, my hands tangling in his hair as he sucked, his tongue tracing fast circles before giving a soft bite. The sensation hit me so hard my legs shook, and Nate laughed against my skin, his free hand already moving to my jeans.

The buttons gave beneath his skilled fingers, and seconds later he was on his knees in front of me, tugging my jeans and panties down in one smooth motion. His gaze swept over my naked body with an intensity that made me feel more exposed than ever. 1

“Nate…” My voice came out in a rough whisper.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, his fingers parted me, tracing my sex with a featherlight touch that sent a shiver racing up my spine.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “And I haven’t even really touched you yet.”

When his finger finally slid inside me, my whole body arched like a live wire. Nate had no mercy-his fingers found my clit, rubbing with perfect pressure, his eyes locked on my face as I writhed beneath him.

“Like this?” he asked, pressing harder.

I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders.

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“More… please, more…”

He listened, adding a second finger while his thumb kept circling my clit. The pressure inside me built like a rising tide, every stroke pushing me closer to the edge.

“I want to hear you,” he said, slowing his fingers just as I was about to break. “I want these old walls to hear what I do to you.’

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I groaned in frustration, but Nate only smiled, pulling his fingers away completely and standing up.

I watched, mesmerized, as he undressed. Every inch of skin revealed was more breathtaking than the last. When he finally stood naked in front of me, my stomach flipped. He was magnificent, all muscle and golden skin in the `torchlight, and fully, undeniably hard.

“Come here.” He offered his hand, guiding me toward the water.

The pool was warm like a bath, enveloping us as we stepped in. Nate pulled me against his body, and I felt his hard member pressing against my thigh.

“Turn around,” he ordered softly.

I obeyed, my back settling against his chest, his hands finding my breasts as he kissed my shoulder.

“You belong to me now,” he whispered in my ear, one hand sliding down to my sex while the other squeezed my breasts.

His fingers found my clit again, and I writhed in his arms, my hips grinding against him without meaning to. Nate sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers moving faster.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Rub against me.”

I did, rolling my hips against him while his fingers kept tormenting me. The pressure built again, faster this time, and I knew I wasn’t going to last. 1

“Nate, I’m gonna-”

“Come for me,” he ordered, his fingers insistent. “Now.”

And I did my body exploding in waves of pleasure so intense my vision blurred. Nate held me while I shook, his own low groans in my ear telling me he was just as wrecked as I was.

When the last wave faded, he turned me to face him, his eyes dark with desire.

“My turn,” he growled, lifting me into his arms.

My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, and then he was there, at my entrance, pressing against me.

“Look at me,” he ordered, and I obeyed, our eyes locked as he finally pushed inside.

The sensation was indescribable. He filled me completely, every inch was a shock of pleasure. Nate stilled when he was fully inside, his face tight with control.

“You’re so damn tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips.

Then he began to move, slow, deep thrusts that sent ripples through the water around us. Every motion hit the perfect spot, and I moaned, my nails digging into his back.

“Faster,” I begged, my hips meeting his.

Nate didn’t hesitate. His pace quickened until the water splashed against the walls with every thrust. I could feel the tension building in him, his muscles trembling with the effort to hold back.

“You drive me insane,” he admitted, voice rough.

“Then prove it,” I challenged, rolling my hips against him.

That did it. Nate buried his face in my neck with a raw groan, his body trembling as he came. The feeling of him pulsing inside me threw me over the edge again, and we fell apart together in the water, our bodies still joined.

Minutes later, when we finally parted and the world slowly came back into focus, Nate pulled me to his chest, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

“Still think I forgot something?” he asked.

I laughed, my body limp and satisfied.

“Definitely not.”

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