Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 603 Gwen's POV "| think you know exactly what," | replied, my own voice so low | barely recognized it. He smiled. It wasn't a gentle smile. It was the kind that promised things that made my thighs press together without me even thinking about it His hands, which had been resting politely on my waist, started to move. Sliding up my back, his fingers tracing the curve of my spine before drifting back down to the hem of my shirt. He pulled the fabric up slowly. So slowly that every inch of exposed skin seemed to burn when the cool air touched it before his hands replaced it.

I lifted my arms, letting him remove it completely. He tossed it aside without ceremony, his eyes roaming over my body ina way that made me feel far more naked than | actually was. "Lie down," he said, and it wasn't a request. | sank back into the soft cushions, my body melting into them as he knelt beside me. His hands moved to the buttons of my pants. He undid each one with deliberate slowness, clearly teasing me.

He lowered the ---- zipper and started sliding the fabric down my legs, his fingers tracing the path as he went, sending a shiver racing across my skin, When my pants joined my shirt somewhere in a forgotten corner, he paused, just looking at me in nothing but my lingerie. "Nick," | began, not even sure what | meant to say. He didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned over me, his mouth claiming mine in a deep kiss while his body pressed me into the cushions. The weight of him. The heat. The way | could feel everything through the thin layers of fabric that still separated us.

He kissed my neck. That spot just below my ear that made a soft sound slip from my lips. His mouth moved down the line of my throat, over my collarbone, tongue and teeth tracing a path that had me arching into him. His hands reached behind me, unclasping my bra with surprising ease. He slid the straps down my arms before tossing it aside. His mouth found my breast. His tongue circling, teeth grazing lightly in ways that sent sensation straight to the most sensitive parts of me. He alternated between one and the other until | was. twisting beneath him, my hands tangled in his hair.

slowness as before. And then | was completely bare beneath his gaze. Beneath his hands. Beneath his mouth. He settled between my legs, pushing them gently farther apart. Cool air brushed over my most sensitive skin, making me shiver. "Relax," he murmured against

tongue. My whole body reacted. My back arched off the cushions, my hands flying out to grab something, anything, finding his hair again without thought. He moved with intention. His tongue tracing, circling, pressing in all the right places. Learning what made me gasp. What made those soft sounds spill from my lips and

stop. He intensified. Tongue and fingers moving in perfect rhythm until there was no holding back. | shattered. My back arching completely, my fingers tightening in his hair, his name falling from my lips

could taste myself on him, which was somehow unbelievably erotic. My hands moved to the buttons of the shirt he still wore. | worked each one with trembling fingers, pushing the fabric off his shoulders. His back was solid beneath my palms. Muscles built from real work, not a gym. Then I reached for his belt. For the button of his jeans. For the zipper. He helped me out of the rest of my clothes until finally, finally there was nothing left

fully inside me. His forehead resting against mine. Our breaths mixing. "Okay?" he asked, his voice tight with restraint.

snapped whatever control he'd been holding onto. His hands tightened on my hips, his fingers digging in deep enough to leave marks, and the rhythm changed completely. Faster. More intense. Each thrust deep and deliberate, pushing me down into the cushions. ----

angle made me cry out, hitting places that had stars bursting behind my eyes. "Look at me," he said, and it wasn't a request. | forced my eyes open. He looked just as lost, eyes dark, jaw tight. One of his hands wrapped around my throat. Not squeezing, just holding me there, exactly where he wanted me, while he kept up that relentless pace. | felt another orgasm building. Faster this time. More overwhelming. "Nick," | moaned. "I'm