Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 4 My heart pounded harder. He unbuckled his belt, opened his pants, and let them drop, revealing tight black briefs clinging to his body. And I swear, I almost forgot to breathe. Every muscle, every line of his body looked sculpted for sin. And he knew it. He swam toward me slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. But his eyes said something else. He was hungry. For me. For a moment, I hesitated. A stranger pretending to be rich by day, now looking at me like I was something special. What was I even doing?

But then I remembered Alex, the way he looked at me at the wedding, the way Elise smiled with pity, like I was too pathetic to ever find someone like Christian on my own. I needed this. I needed to feel wanted again, even if it was by a man I was paying. When he was close enough, his hands slid around my waist under the water, his fingers tracing a slow path across my tingling skin. "You're trembling," he murmured, his mouth dangerously close to mine. "I'm not." He smiled. That damned, seductive smile.

"We'll see." His hands drifted lower, gliding along my back, over the curve of my hip, until they stopped between my thighs. And then, he touched me. I let out a sharp breath, clutching at his shoulders. His touch wasn't impatient. It was torturous. His fingertips moved like he was mapping me, studying my skin, savoring every little reaction. Like he wanted to prolong every second. And I was trembling. He knew it. But he didn't give me time to think. He lifted me effortlessly into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist without a thought.

And that was when I felt his arousal pressed firmly against me, hard, hot, pulsing. And it was big. Very big. A part of me, the rational part, screamed that he was only doing his job. That every calculated touch, every intense look, every teasing whisper was just part of his act. But right then, I didn't care. I needed to feel desired. I needed to drown out those cruel words that still echoed in my head, 'You were always so boring.' "You like it when I tease you, don't you?" he murmured, his mouth trailing along my neck.

across my skin. "Christian..." He let out a low laugh, the sound vibrating against me, making me gasp. "You'd better hold on." And then, he really kissed me. It wasn't gentle. It was deep, demanding, hot. His hands slid over my wet body, exploring, gripping, claiming. Every touch felt deliberate, like he knew exactly where to place his fingers, how to press against my skin at just the right angle, how to make me lose control. And

For those moments, there was only him and me, and the electric sensations shooting through my body every time he touched me. My fingers tangled in his wet hair, pulling, guiding, demanding more. He pressed me tighter against him and moved, swimming with me to the edge of the pool, where he trapped me against the wall, his strong, hot body pressing into mine. "Now there's nowhere to run," he whispered against my lips. I let out a

my nipple and he sucked hard. "Christian..." "You have the sweetest way of saying my name." 'If that's even your real name,' I thought for a fleeting moment. How many times had he played this role? How many women

into me. I gasped. My body arched into his. "F**k, Zoey..." he ground out between his teeth, his voice rough and dripping with desire. Something in his tone felt too real to be an act. Like, just for a moment, he forgot

between us. My fingers dug into his shoulders, my legs tightening around his waist. I wanted more. I needed more. Needed to forget everything beyond this pool, beyond this moment. And he knew it. His grip on my waist tightened. And

mine. The sound of water splashing around us. The impact of our bodies meeting, harder, faster, more urgent with every thrust. My breath caught in my throat as the tension inside me coiled