Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 630 Gwen's POV Nick's hands slid from my back down to my waist, firm and possessive. He pulled me closer until there was no space left between our bodies, not even air. | felt him start to swim backward, taking me with him without ever breaking the kiss. My back hit the cool edge of the pool. The cold marble clashed with the warm water and the heat coming off his body. Nick pressed me against the wall, his body covering mine completely. Through the soaked fabric, | could feel every tense muscle, every hard line pushing against me.

"Gwen," he murmured against my mouth, his voice rough and thick with need. | opened my eyes. His were inches away. Dark green, almost black in the low light, burning with pure, reckless desire His hands moved up my back to the clasp of my bra. A soft click, and the wet fabric came loose, drifting up to the surface like a forgotten leaf. He pulled back just enough to look at me. His gaze moved slowly over my bare upper body, deliberate, as. if he were drinking me in and committing every detail to memory. ---- "You're perfect," he said, his voice low and unsteady.

Before | could answer, his strong hands gripped my waist and lifted me onto the edge. The cold stone against my heated skin made me shiver. He stepped between my legs, the water hitting his chest, and his hands began sliding up my thighs with a slowness that felt like pure torture. His fingers reached the edge of my panties. He looked up at me, a silent question in his eyes. | lifted my hips in response. He pulled the fabric down my legs and tossed it aside. Now | was completely naked. Exposed. Vulnerable.

feel like | was the only thing in the world that mattered. His hands returned to my thighs, spreading me wider. Then he leaned down. His mouth moved along my neck, between my breasts, over my stomach. "Nick," | whispered, already knowing what was coming. He smiled against my

part of me like | was something meant to be savored. Methodical. Attentive to every tremor, every sigh. When his tongue circled my clit with perfect pressure, my fingers flew to his hair, tugging hard. "Nick, fuck," | gasped, the word slipping out raw and unfiltered. He let out a low laugh against me, and the vibration made my

eyelids. "Look at me," he ordered. | forced my eyes open and found his gaze between my legs. ---- Dark green. Intense. Completely possessive. Seeing him there, giving me pleasure while looking at me like that, was all it took The orgasm hit me hard and sudden. My body arched, my legs trembled, and a cry tore from

me around and pressing

| like it when you beg." His hand slid up, wrapping around my throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. A claim. ---- "Look at me," he ordered again. | turned my head as far as | could until our eyes locked. Then he pushed inside me. All at once. Deep. Filling me completely. We both moaned, the sound breaking from us