Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 671 Gwen's POV We slipped out quietly. Just... disappeared in the middle of a loud song, with Christian giving us that look that said | know exactly what you're about to do and Zoey shouting "Have fun!" in a way that made my face heat up instantly. The drive back to the apartment was pure torture. Nick drove with one hand on the wheel and the other firmly planted on my thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles over the fabric of my dress. Climbing inch by inch. Testing every limit of my self-control.

"You're doing that on purpose," | accused, my voice coming out embarrassingly rough. He smiled without taking his eyes off the road, but his hand slid higher. "Doing what, exactly?" "Teasing me." "Me?" His fingers brushed dangerously high, making my breath ---- catch. "I would never do that." | bit my lip hard and slid my own hand along his thigh in retaliation, feeling the muscle tense beneath his dress pants. | felt him go completely rigid when my fingers brushed exactly where | knew it would wreck him. His jaw locked and | smiled, satisfied. Two can play that game.

When we finally parked, we practically ran to the elevator like teenagers. Nick had me pressed against the mirrored wall the second the doors closed. His mouth hot and urgent against my neck, his big hands gripping my waist and pulling me against him in a way that left absolutely no doubt how much he wanted me. | felt his erection pressing against my stomach and let out a soft moan. "There's a camera,' | managed between increasingly uneven breaths. "Fuck the camera," he murmured against my skin, biting that sensitive spot just below my ear that made me lose all sense.

The doors opened on our floor before things could get even more indecent, and we pulled apart just enough to walk, though ---- we could barely keep our hands off each other. The apartment was wrapped in warm, complicit silence. And on the kitchen table, a note in Martina's careful handwriting: Went to see a movie with Bella and then we're sleeping over at Paula's. Enjoy the night. My face burned instantly. My mother-in-law had literally cleared the field so we could. | didn't even have time to finish the thought.

without breaking the kiss for more than half a second. We made it

melted me "Then come on," he said simply, taking my hand and practically dragging me to the bathroom. | turned on the shower while he took off his shirt, fingers fighting with the buttons until he gave up and just yanked it open, buttons flying everywhere and |

unbuckled his belt, then stepped out of his pants, left in nothing but black boxer briefs that hid absolutely nothing | slipped my dress off slowly, letting it fall around my feet, and saw the exact moment his control started to crack, "God damn..."

My back. My hips. My ass. Touching me with the desperate urgency of someone who'd waited far too long. ---- | kissed him with everything I'd been holding back, my fingers threading through his wet hair, my nails lightly scratching his scalp the way | knew drove him

heat of him burning against me. "Gwen..." My name came out rough. Ruined. His hands slid up my ribs, his thumbs brushing the sides of my breasts, teasing without touching where | needed him most. "Nick..." | sighed, arching back against him. "Please..." He finally gave in, his big hands cupping my breasts completely, his fingers pinching my already hard nipples, and | moaned too loudly to care. But | wanted more. | wanted to hear him lose control

sank slowly to my knees beneath the shower, water cascading over both of us as | looked up at him through wet lashes. ---- "Gwen..." he started, his voice faltering when he

my wet hair. | took him into my mouth gradually, relaxing my throat as | went as far as | could, using my hand for what | couldn't take. "God... Gwen... shit..." He was completely gone now, his hips moving on instinct. | set a torturous rhythm, sucking, using my tongue along that pulsing vein, circling the sensitive head