Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 556 Gwen's POV He resisted almost the entire night. Every time my hands wandered a little farther. Every time my lips found the exposed skin of his neck. Every time I pressed my body more firmly against his, Nick found a way to pull back. To create distance. To murmur excuses about needing to add more wood to the fire or check if the door was properly closed. But I saw it. I saw it in the way his breathing faltered. In the way his eyes darkened. In the way his hands trembled slightly when he touched me before forcing himself to stop. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

to be past ten in the morning when Nick finally stood and walked to the door. He opened it just a letting in a blast of icy air. Then he shut it quickly and turned back to me. still bad," he said, his voice rough with exhaustion and something else. "We still can't walk out. The now's still falling. The wind is too strong." He went back to the fireplace, adding more wood, stirring the embers. "Eventually, someone will come looking for us," he went on, more to himself than to me. "My mom will notice we didn't come back. She'll send someone.

Or the town will organize a rescue team once the storm eases." "I don't mind," I said, watching him through the dancing flames. He let out a low, humorless laugh. "You don't mind being stuck here?" "I don't mind being stuck here with you." I saw his shoulders tense. His hands froze halfway through adjusting the logs. I patted the rug beside me. "Come on. Let's sleep a little more. It's still cold, and you barely rested." "Gwen..." "Please," I said softly. "I just want to stay close. Stay warm.' He hesitated, that familiar internal battle crossing his face again.

and lay down beside me. I pulled the blanket over both of us and curled against his chest. For a few minutes, we stayed like that. 1/4 25 Bonus Quiet. Just listening to the crackle of the fire and the distant howl of the storm outside. Then my hands started

It was hunger. as need. time, Nick kissed me back. nds tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. His mouth opened against mine, his tongue meeting e in a way that set my entire

desperate to erase whatever little space still remained between us. His lips left my mouth and moved downward. Along my neck. Over my collarbone, exposed above the neckline of my shirt. Every touch left a trail of fire, making me arch into him. My hands found the hem of his

and drop it onto the floor beside his. The cold hit me for a second. Then his body heat surrounded me again. 2/4 Skin against skin. Heart against heart. But I wanted more. I pressed lightly against his shoulder, making him roll onto his back. He