Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 82 +25 Bonus My fingers dug into the sheets as my body arched in ecstasy. Christan held my hips firmly, his rhythm relentless and unyielding. The room was bathed in shadow, only the city lights slipping through the blinds, casting dancing shapes across our tangled bodies. "Christian..." My moan came out like a plea as he intensified his movements, his eyes never leaving mine. There was urgency in every touch, every kiss, every thrust-as if we were trying to recover something we had lost in the transition between Castoria and Solara.

Or maybe we were trying to create something new, something that belonged to this place, this reality. He captured my lips in a deep, possessive kiss, muffling my moans as his fingers found the exact spot where I needed him most. My whole body trembled under his skilled touch, tension growing with every second. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice hoarse with desire. I opened my eyes, meeting his intense and vulnerable gaze. There was something almost desperate in the way he looked at me, as if he were trying to memorize every expression, every breath.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, wishing this moment-this simple and perfect moment where we were just two bodies and two hearts connected-could make us forget about contracts, deadlines, and distance. The familiar tension built inside me, stronger and stronger, until it exploded in waves of pleasure that left me breathless. Christian followed seconds later, his body taut and trembling as he whispered my name against my skin like a prayer. For one brief, glorious instant, the world outside that room simply ceased to exist.

Afterward, exhausted and breathless, we collapsed side by side on the narrow bed, our bodies still vibrating with the echoes of shared pleasure. The only sound in the room was our breathing slowly returning to normal, along with the distant hum of Solara's traffic outside. "Why do I feel like you were saying goodbye?" Christian finally asked, his rough voice breaking the silence. I turned my head to look at him, surprised by his perception. It was as if he could read my most private thoughts.

"Of course not," I replied, but the words sounded weak even to me It had only been a few hours since my family left the apartment, leaving us alone for the first time since we returned to Verdania. And tomorrow, he would leave for Highridge Valley. Maybe, unconsciously, I had been saying goodbye. Christian propped himself up on his elbow, watching me with that intensity that seemed to see through all my defenses. "It was different," he said. "From Valentia. From before." It wasn't an accusation, just an observation. And he was right.

In Valentia, our intimate moments were filled with discovery, playfulness, joy. Tonight had been intense, almost feverish-as if we were trying to store sensations for the days of separation ahead. "Tomorrow you're leaving," I murmured, unable to fully hide the disappointment in my voice. "I need to sort out those problems with the project," he confirmed running a hand through his hair in a gesture I already recognized as a sign of frustration. "But I was thinking... this weekend, you could come." "To Highridge Valley?" "Yes." His fingers traced light patterns along my arm.

mention of Christian's grandfather brought a smile to my face! "I miss him too. How's he doing?" "Better. The doctors are optimistic." There was a brief pause

like to show you " The simplicity of that desire him wanting to share something important with me touched me more deeply than any grand romantic gesture ever could. "I'd love to see it." Christian settled back onto the bed, pulling me against his chest, he intimacy

eager "Mmmm-hmmm." His tingers absentmindedly toyed with a strand of my hair. "I was wondering if I could stay here. It would be. more convenient." I litted my head to look at him, surprised by the suggestion. Christ Kensington, heir to a fortune, used to presidential suites

small, but I promise you'll get the best treatment possible." His eyes darkened with desire. "Of that, I have no doubt." The kiss that followed was slow, deliberate, so different other, making a promise Ither of us was ready acy of before. It was as if we were reassuring each When we finally pulled apart, Christian leaned back against the

"We can make it work," he said after a long silence, his voice thou red, almos under the "You in Solara, me in Valley. It's not ideal, but I murmured in agreement, Or this ore

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