Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 734

Chapter 734 Extra 3

Zoey’s POV

The night was cool, but not cold.

I grabbed Christian’s hand while he clutched his shirt in the other, and led him out of the house, across the garden and onto the stone path that led to the shed where the bikes were kept. He followed without asking questions, but I could feel his curiosity in the way his fingers tightened around mine.

“Where are you taking me?” he asked when I grabbed one of the bikes and adjusted the handlebars.

“You’ll see,” I said, swinging my leg over the seat.

Christian got on his bike with that annoyingly natural coordination of someone who’s always been good at everything without trying. He was wearing nothing but sweatpants and a basic T-shirt, and somehow still looked like he belonged in a spread called “effortlessly attractive men in casual settings.”

“Follow me,” I said, and started pedaling.

The path to the vineyards was short, but winding. The moonlight was enough that I didn’t have to worry about stumbling, and the sound of tires over gravel created a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. I could hear Christian behind me, riding at an easy pace, like he was waiting to see where this was going.

When we got there, I stopped near the first row of vines-the ones that carried my name-and got off. Christian leaned his bike beside mine and stood there, looking around with an amused expression.

“You asked what I was thinking,” I said softly.

He tilted his head, watching me with that look he got when he was trying to figure something out.

“And?” he prompted.

I grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands and pulled him toward me.

“Adrenaline,” I whispered, right before I kissed him.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss.

It was urgent. Hungry. Like we’d been holding back for too long. Because for us, even five minutes apart could feel like too much.

His mouth opened for me without hesitation, his tongue meeting mine with an intensity that pulled a soft sound from my throat.

His hands went straight to my waist, gripping me hard, like he wanted to pull me into him completely. I felt his fingers slide up my spine, firm and possessive, tangling into my still-pinned hair.

I bit down lightly on his lower lip, and he let out a rough sound that I felt all the way through my chest.

“You’re playing with fire,” he warned against my mouth.

“Then burn me,” I shot back.

Christian tugged my hair just enough to tilt my head back, exposing my neck. His mouth moved down my skin, biting, sucking, leaving a trail of heat that made me shiver.

My hands moved to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up without hesitation. He pulled back just enough to let me strip it off and toss it aside. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the tension in his muscles, then dragged my nails lightly down.

“You too,” he ordered, his voice low, controlled.

I pulled off my own top and dropped it beside his. He looked at me for a second with that intensity that could undo me without even touching me. Then he kissed me again, harder this time. Desperate.

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His hands moved lower, tugging my pants down with frustrating case, dragging my underwear with them. I kicked them off impatiently.

He stepped back, taking me in, and I saw the shift in his breathing.

“Lie down,” he said, nodding toward his shirt on the ground.

I did.

The soft fabric against my bare skin, the cool earth beneath me-it made everything sharper. Realer.

Christian dropped to his knees between my legs, and my heart started pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest.

His hands slid along my thighs, pushing them open, and he lowered his mouth slowly, kissing the inside with a pace that felt almost cruel.

I lifted my hips, impatient, but he held me in place.

“Easy,” he murmured against my skin.

Then his mouth finally reached where I needed him most.

The first touch of his tongue pulled a moan out of me-too loud for an open space like that. I brought a hand to my mouth, trying to hold it in, but Christian grabbed my wrist and pulled it down.

“I want to hear you,” he said, his dark eyes locked on mine before he went back to teasing me.

He shifted between slow, deliberate movements and firm, demanding ones. Sucking, licking, using his fingers along with his mouth in a way that made me lose any sense of control. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling hard, and he groaned against me, increasing the intensity.

“Christian…” I gasped, the pressure building fast.

“Not yet,” he warned-and stopped at the worst possible moment.

I could’ve killed him.

He moved back up my body, kissing me hard, and I tasted myself on his lips. Christian shoved his sweatpants and underwear down in a rush, and when I felt him bare against me, my whole body trembled with anticipation.

His hands flipped me over easily, guiding me onto my hands and knees over his shirt. I felt his weight behind me, his large hand sliding slowly down my spine, deliberate.

He threaded his fingers into my hair and pulled, tilting my head back.

“You want this?” he asked, his voice rough in my ear.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He pushed into me in one deep thrust, filling me completely, and I cried out his name without caring who might hear. His hand stayed in my hair, pulling firmly, while the other gripped my hip, controlling the pace.

Every thrust was precise, intense, like he knew exactly how to undo me. My nails dug into the ground as pleasure built in waves, stealing the air from my lungs.

“Harder,” I whispered, barely able to get the word out.

Christian didn’t hesitate. He gave me exactly what I asked for, faster, stronger. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed

through the quiet night, mixed with the moans I couldn’t hold back anymore.

He released my hair and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me tighter against him, shifting the angle in a way that made my vision blur. His free hand slid between my legs, finding exactly what pushed me over the edge.

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