Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 327 +25 Bonus Steam still clung to my skin when I opened the door to the suite's bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a white towel that smelled like our fresh lemon soap. Nate was kneeling beside the bed, his muscular back tense as he plugged the last cable into the outlet near the nightstand. The late-afternoon light streaming through the curtainless window gilded his damp skin, highlighting every muscle shifting beneath the surface. "All set," he announced, turning with a tired smile that made my chest tighten with love. "Now we're officially living here." I didn't answer.

I just crossed the few steps between the bathroom and the bed and collapsed onto the mattress, my towel slipping open in a dangerously careless way. A groan escaped me, one that came straight from the depths of my soul. "I am not moving a single muscle today," I declared to the ceiling, every fiber of my body screaming with exhaustion. I heard Nate chuckle softly before standing up. His footsteps drew closer, and then his face appeared in my line of sight, upside down. "You look like a completely worn-out angel," he murmured, brushing a damp strand of hair off my forehead.

"An angel who carried fifty boxes of books," Ishot back, closing my eyes as his fingers began massaging my scalp. He pulled away, and I heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. Water rushed out, filling our small sanctuary with its soothing sound. I stayed exactly where I'd fallen, my towel now completely open beneath me, with zero energy to fix it. After a while, the water shut off. The bathroom door opened, and Nate appeared in the doorway, wearing only a low towel around his waist, droplets still trailing down his defined chest.

His green eyes traveled over my motionless body on the bed, and a slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. "So this is how you're helping finish organizing?" he teased, tilting his head. I cracked one eye open. "I'm testing the bed. A crucial step in the moving process." He walked over, his shadow falling over me. "Testing the bed, huh?" he repeated, his voice lower now, silkier. " And have you reached a conclusion?" "It's soft enough," I murmured, closing my eyes again. I felt the mattress dip as he knelt beside me.

"But I think we should test a few other things too." "Like what?" I asked, my voice coming out more breathless than I intended. His palm slid to my waist, warming my already sensitive skin. "Durability, for example," he whispered, as his 1/3 Chapter 3227 +25 Bonus lips brushed the soft curve of my stomach. A sigh slipped from my lips as his kiss turned into

his lips now exploring the underside of my breast. "We're conducting scientific tests. We need to be thorough." His teeth grazed my nipple, and I moaned, my hands burying themselves in his still-damp hair. He smiled against my skin before taking my breast

their own. "Resistance seems promising," he murmured, his mouth moving lower again, kissing me through the thin fabric of the towel that still separated us in a few places. My hands found his towel and tugged at the knot impatiently. The fabric gave way, revealing him completely, and

drew a soft cry from my throat. His arms wrapped around me, holding me steady as he began to move, each thrust a silent affirmation of possession, of love, of home. The bed creaked softly

my lips in a kiss that tasted like the future and fulfilled promises. His hips moved with a rhythm that was both urgent and reverent, as if he were trying to fuse our souls through skin. The outside world