Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 630

Chapter 630

Gwen’s POV

Nick’s hands slid from my back down to my waist, firm and possessive. He pulled me closer until there was no space left between our bodies, not even air. I felt him start to swim backward, taking me with him without ever breaking the kiss.

My back hit the cool edge of the pool. The cold marble clashed with the warm water and the heat coming off his body. Nick pressed me against the wall, his body covering mine completely. Through the soaked fabric, I could feel every tense muscle, every hard line pushing against me.

“Gwen,” he murmured against my mouth, his voice rough and thick with need.

I opened my eyes. His were inches away. Dark green, almost black in the low light, burning with pure, reckless desire.

His hands moved up my back to the clasp of my bra. A soft click, and the wet fabric came loose, drifting up to the surface like a forgotten leaf. He pulled back just enough to look at me. His gaze moved slowly over my bare upper body, deliberate, as if he were drinking me in and committing every detail to memory.

“You’re perfect,” he said, his voice low and unsteady.

Before I could answer, his strong hands gripped my waist and lifted me onto the edge. The cold stone against my heated skin made me shiver. He stepped between my legs, the water hitting his chest, and his hands began sliding up my thighs with a slowness that felt like pure torture.

His fingers reached the edge of my panties. He looked up at me, a silent question in his eyes. I lifted my hips in response. He pulled the fabric down my legs and tossed it aside.

Now I was completely naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. And the way he was looking at me made it feel like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

His hands returned to my thighs, spreading me wider. Then he leaned down. His mouth moved along my neck, between my breasts, over my stomach.

“Nick,” I whispered, already knowing what was coming.

He smiled against my skin as he kept going.

“I love the way you taste,” he said, his warm breath brushing over my sensitive skin.

Then his mouth found the place I needed him most.

The first touch of his tongue made my back arch, and a moan slipped out before I could stop it.

He started slow. Long, deliberate strokes, exploring every part of me like I was something meant to be savored. Methodical. Attentive to every tremor, every sigh.

When his tongue circled my clit with perfect pressure, my fingers flew to his hair, tugging hard.

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“Nick, fuck,” I gasped, the word slipping out raw and unfiltered.

He let out a low laugh against me, and the vibration made my whole body shake.

“I like it when you lose control,” he said before sucking gently enough to make my head spin.

My hips lifted on their own. He held me firmly, one hand on each thigh, keeping me exactly where he

wanted me.

The intensity built. His tongue alternating between licking and sucking. Unhurried, but relentless. I felt it when he slid one finger inside me, then another, curling them until he found the spot that sent stars bursting behind my eyelids.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I forced my eyes open and found his gaze between my legs. Dark green. Intense. Completely possessive. Seeing him there, giving me pleasure while looking at me like that, was all it took.

The orgasm hit me hard and sudden. My body arched, my legs trembled, and a cry tore from my throat without caring who might hear.

He kept going, stretching the wave of pleasure until the sensitivity turned almost painful and I had to push his head away.

Nick pulled back, his face wet, smiling with pure masculine satisfaction.

Before I could fully recover, he pulled me back into the water, turning me around and pressing me against the edge so my back was to him.

I felt him get rid of his boxers. Then I felt him, hard and hot, pressing between my legs.

He lined himself up, the tip brushing against me, teasing, but not pushing in yet.

“Nick, please,” I begged, pressing back against him.

“So impatient,” he murmured in my ear, biting my earlobe. “But I like it when you beg.”

His hand slid up, wrapping around my throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. A claim.

“Look at me,” he ordered again.

I turned my head as far as I could until our eyes locked.

Then he pushed inside me. All at once. Deep. Filling me completely.

We both moaned, the sound breaking from us at the same time.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Always so perfect. Always take me so well.”

He didn’t give me time to adjust. He started moving immediately, Deep, controlled thrusts that stole the air from my lungs. One hand at my throat. The other gripping my hip, holding me steady and pulling me back against him with every drive forward. Each impact sent ripples through the water around us. The

wet sound of skin against skin mixed with our moans.

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“Touch yourself,” he ordered, his voice rough. “I want to feel you tighten around me when you come.”

I slipped a hand between my legs. The pleasure doubled instantly as I started to touch myself.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Good girl.”

His rhythm picked up. Faster. Deeper. The hand at my throat tightened slightly.

“Are you going to come for me?” he asked against my ear.

“Yes,” I managed to moan. “Nick, I-”

“Then come,” he ordered. “Now.”

Like my body answered only to him, the orgasm tore through me. Violent. Overwhelming.

I felt him lose control too, his thrusts turning erratic, and my name fell from his lips in a rough moan as he came deep inside me.

We stayed there, both of us trembling, breathless, still connected.

Finally, he pulled out and gently turned me to face him. He pulled me into a tight embrace, and little by little, our breathing started to calm.

“I love you,” he said against my hair.

“I love you too,” I replied, my voice still shaky.

We stayed there, the warm water wrapped around us. The stars shimmering above. The golden lights of Florentia reflecting across the dark surface.

And for a few moments, I forgot everything. The lies. The secrets. The complicated world surrounding us.

It was just us.

Perfect.

Even knowing, deep down, that perfection is something rare and fleeting.

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