Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 603

Chapter 603

Gwen’s POV

“I think you know exactly what,” I replied, my own voice so low I barely recognized it.

He smiled. It wasn’t a gentle smile. It was the kind that promised things that made my thighs press together without me even thinking about it.

His hands, which had been resting politely on my waist, started to move. Sliding up my back, his fingers tracing the curve of my spine before drifting back down to the hem of my shirt. He pulled the fabric up slowly. So slowly that every inch of exposed skin seemed to burn when the cool air touched it before his hands replaced it.

I lifted my arms, letting him remove it completely. He tossed it aside without ceremony, his eyes roaming over my body in a way that made me feel far more naked than I actually was.

“Lie down,” he said, and it wasn’t a request.

I sank back into the soft cushions, my body melting into them as he knelt beside me.

His hands moved to the buttons of my pants. He undid each one with deliberate slowness, clearly teasing me. He lowered the zipper and started sliding the fabric down my legs, his fingers tracing the path as he went, sending a shiver racing across my skin.

When my pants joined my shirt somewhere in a forgotten corner, he paused, just looking at me in nothing but my lingerie.

“Nick,” I began, not even sure what I meant to say.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he leaned over me, his mouth claiming mine in a deep kiss while his body pressed me into the cushions. The weight of him. The heat. The way I could feel everything through the thin layers of fabric that still separated us.

He kissed my neck. That spot just below my ear that made a soft sound slip from my lips. His mouth moved down the line of my throat, over my collarbone, tongue and teeth tracing a path that had me arching into him.

His hands reached behind me, unclasping my bra with surprising ease. He slid the straps down my arms before tossing it aside.

His mouth found my breast. His tongue circling, teeth grazing lightly in ways that sent sensation straight to the most sensitive parts of me. He alternated between one and the other until I was twisting beneath him, my hands tangled in his hair.

But he didn’t rush. He kept moving lower. Kissing. Licking. Nipping occasionally. Over my stomach. Along the curve of my hips.

His hands found the last piece of clothing I was wearing. Lace he slid down with the same torturous slowness as before.

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And then I was completely bare beneath his gaze. Beneath his hands. Beneath his mouth.

He settled between my legs, pushing them gently farther apart. Cool air brushed over my most sensitive skin, making me shiver.

“Relax,” he murmured against the inside of my thigh, his warm breath ghosting over my skin.

I didn’t have time to answer before I felt his tongue.

My whole body reacted. My back arched off the cushions, my hands flying out to grab something, anything, finding his hair again without thought.

He moved with intention. His tongue tracing, circling, pressing in all the right places. Learning what made me gasp. What made those soft sounds spill from my lips and echo off the ancient stone walls. What made my thighs tighten around his head without permission.

When he added his fingers, sliding inside me while his mouth kept working its devastating magic, I was beyond coherent thought. There was only sensation. Pleasure building and building until I was right on the edge.

“Nick,” I managed, my voice breaking. “I’m going to…”

He didn’t stop. He intensified. Tongue and fingers moving in perfect rhythm until there was no holding

back.

I shattered. My back arching completely, my fingers tightening in his hair, his name falling from my lips as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

He kept going. Softer now, but not stopping, stretching it out until I was trembling with sensitivity.

When he finally lifted his head and moved back up my body, I could barely catch my breath.

He kissed me. I could taste myself on him, which was somehow unbelievably erotic.

My hands moved to the buttons of the shirt he still wore. I worked each one with trembling fingers, pushing the fabric off his shoulders. His back was solid beneath my palms. Muscles built from real work, not a gym.

Then I reached for his belt. For the button of his jeans. For the zipper.

He helped me out of the rest of my clothes until finally, finally there was nothing left between us.

When he positioned himself over me again, when I finally felt him press forward, sliding in slowly, filling me completely, a sound slipped out of me that was half moan, half relieved sigh.

He stilled once he was fully inside me. His forehead resting against mine. Our breaths mixing.

“Okay?” he asked, his voice tight with restraint.

“More than okay,” I managed. “Move. Please, move,”

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He obeyed.

He started slowly. Long, deep movements that reached everything. Every nerve ending. Every sensitive

place.

But slow didn’t last. Not when I arched into him. Not when my nails dragged down his back. Not when I whispered exactly what I wanted against his ear.

“Fuck me harder.”

Something shifted in his eyes. Like those words snapped whatever control he’d been holding onto.

His hands tightened on my hips, his fingers digging in deep enough to leave marks, and the rhythm changed completely. Faster. More intense. Each thrust deep and deliberate, pushing me down into the

cushions.

His mouth crashed into mine in hungry kisses, his teeth tugging on my lower lip as our bodies moved together. The sound of it filling the tower along with my uneven breathing.

He lifted my legs, settling them over his shoulders. The new angle made me cry out, hitting places that had stars bursting behind my eyes.

“Look at me,” he said, and it wasn’t a request.

I forced my eyes open. He looked just as lost, eyes dark, jaw tight.

One of his hands wrapped around my throat. Not squeezing, just holding me there, exactly where he wanted me, while he kept up that relentless pace.

I felt another orgasm building. Faster this time. More overwhelming.

“Nick,” I moaned. “I’m going to…’

“Wait,” he said, his voice rough. “Only when I let you.’

I could’ve cried from frustration. I was so close.

But he slowed down on purpose. Switching to deeper, slower movements that kept the tension high without letting me fall over the edge.

“Nick, please,” I begged.

He smiled. That same dangerous smile from before.

“Not yet.”

His hand slid between our bodies. Finding where we were joined. Moving in slow circles. So slow it was torture. Pressing lightly, then stopping completely just as my body started to react.

He did it again. Pleasure building, then stopping. Building again, then stopping once more. Keeping me trapped in that impossible limbo where every nerve was on fire but I couldn’t have release.

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“Please,” I whispered again, desperate now. “Please, Nick.”

He picked up the earlier rhythm again. Fast. Deep. Unrelenting. His hand pressing now with real intent, moving exactly the way I needed.

“Now,” he ordered, his eyes locked on mine. “Come for me, Gwen.”

I came apart completely. My back arching, my fingers tightening in his hair, his name breaking from my lips in a cry as waves of pleasure tore through me.

I felt him follow seconds later. His body tensing, his movements turning erratic before going still, buried deep, murmuring my name as he came undone too.

We stayed like that. Sweaty. Breathless. Completely spent.

Eventually he moved, lying down beside me but pulling me with him. My body fitting naturally against his. I dragged one of the blankets over us.

We stayed in comfortable silence for several minutes. Just breathing as everything slowly settled.

“Gwen,” he said finally.

I lifted my head to look at him.

“I want this,” he said, intensity burning in his green eyes. “Officially. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want everyone to know.”

I smiled.

“Nicholas,” I said, touching his face, “I’m already yours. I was before you even brought me up here.”

He pulled me into a kiss. Softer now. But no less intense.

“Good,” he murmured against my lips. “Because I have no intention of letting you go.”

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