Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 672 Gwen's POV We didn't even bother drying off properly. We stepped out of the shower still dripping, Nick grabbing whatever towel he could find and running it quickly over my body, more as an excuse to touch me than out of any real need. When we reached the bed, | pushed him back and he dropped onto the edge of the mattress, looking up at me with that hungry expression that made my stomach twist in the best way. "Come here," he ordered, his voice rough.

| obeyed, climbing onto his lap, my legs wrapping around his waist, feeling him hard and pressing exactly where | was already aching with need. He groaned when | sank down just slightly, teasing without letting him inside yet. "Gwen... It came out like a warning. "Hm?" | played innocent, rolling my hips in slow circles. His hands tightened on my ass. "You're doing that on purpose." ---- "Maybe." | smiled against his mouth.

"Then deal with the consequences." He laid me back on the bed with impressive ease, his body covering mine completely, bracing himself on his forearms so he wouldn't put weight on my stomach. "Nick..." | sighed when he brushed against me, teasing. "Say it," he ordered, looking straight into my eyes. "Tell me what you want." "You," | moaned, trying to pull him closer. "I want you inside me. Now. He smiled. That dangerous smile that meant | was in trouble. His hand slipped between our bodies, his fingers finding my still- sensitive clit from the shower and circling slowly. Torturously slowly.

"Like this?" he teased. "Is this what you want?" No..." | whimpered. "You... your cock... please..." "So impatient," he murmured, his fingers sliding lower, circling my entrance without going in. "So wet... so ready for me...' "Please..." | begged, with zero shame. ---- Finally, finally, he lined himself up and pushed inside. Slowly. One torturous inch at a time. "Fuck..." he cursed, his forehead resting against mine. "You're so tight... so perfect..." "Move," | pleaded once he was fully inside me.

ripping out of me. He found a devastating rhythm. Deep, precise thrusts hitting exactly where | needed him. | could feel the orgasm building fast. Heat spreading through my belly. My muscles starting to tighten. "Nick... I'm... I'm close..." | wamed, my nails digging into his back. And he stopped, completely. Still buried deep inside

back. "That!" | practically shouted. "Don't stop when I'm almost...

"I hate you," | lied, and an actual tear slipped free He kissed it away, licking the salty trail "Liar," he accused, finally starting to move again. This time, when | felt the orgasm building, | held it back. ---- | gave him nothing. Kept my breathing steady, trying not to give myself away. But he knew me too well. "Youre hiding it from me?" he asked, his fingers slipping between our bodies

over," he ordered, pulling out of me. | obeyed so fast | almost fell off the bed, getting on all fours and looking back at him, pleading with my eyes. "Like this," he said, satisfied, running a hand over my ass. "You look so

of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. "Touch yourself," he ordered. "I want to feel you tighten when you come." | slid my hand between my legs, my fingers