Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 546 Gwen's POV For the first time, I felt Nick really kiss me back. It wasn't passive. It wasn't that polite tolerance he'd been showing every time I kissed him. It was real. Genuine. Urgent. His hands slid down to my waist with a firmness that caught me off guard. His fingers closed around the curve of my hips, pulling me hard against him, erasing every last inch of space between our bodies. I felt every solid, warm muscle pressed against me through our clothes. His heat wrapped around me completely, twisting my stomach and sending my heart racing.

For one glorious moment, one perfect second suspended in time, I thought that finally, finally, that frustrating wall of self-control he kept so carefully built had come crashing down. But then, like always, like I should have known it would... The façade returned. Nick pulled back. He wasn't rough. He was gentle. Almost tender. His hands still rested on my waist, but he deliberately created distance between us. I could feel the reluctance in his touch, the way his fingers lingered for one extra second before letting me go.

His breathing was uneven, coming out in short, warm bursts I could still feel against my skin. His eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide with obvious desire. I couldn't resist. I needed to know. I needed to understand. "We..." I started, searching for the right words, trying to frame the question in a way that didn't make me sound completely crazy. "We don't... have any kind of intimacy?" Nick blinked, his expression shifting from restrained desire to pure confusion. "What?" "I mean... like..." I waved my hands vaguely, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"I know that for some crazy reason we made a deal to only have sex after marriage. Fine. I get it. I respect that. Even if I think it's a little... old-fashioned." 1/4 He kept staring at me, frozen like a statue. I took a deep breath and kept going. "But... not even a little fooling around? No making out? No... I don't know, more daring touches?" The silence that followed was deafening. "I mean..." I pushed on, gaining courage as the words spilled out, as the frustration I'd been holding finally found a voice. "You seem tense even when I kiss you. Like it's... I don't know, forbidden?

help smiling. There was something absolutely adorable about the way he got flustered over things like this. Here was a grown man. A father. A property owner. Someone who probably dealt with serious problems and made important decisions every day. And he was blushing like a virgin teenager just because I'd mentioned physical intimacy. It was charming in the most unexpected way.

and looking straight at him, "I feel like we have this chemistry. I feel it every

with a sharp movement. I realized he probably didn't want me to see how flustered he was. The lingering blush on his face. The discomfort written into every line of his body. He started walking toward the cellar exit, his long, determined strides echoing against the stone walls. Shadows danced around

my voice echoing softly through the cellar, "do you seem so... awkward around me? So uncomfortable? Like you've never touched me before?" Nick stopped so abruptly I almost ran into him. He stood there for a moment, his back to me. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands curled

hand through his hair in a gesture of pure nerves. "It's just... what if someone walks in? This is my family's property. I need to be respectful. To my daughter. To my