Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 282 +25 Bonus The humid steam from the hot springs clung to my skin as Nate kissed me with a hunger that made me forget how to breathe. His mouth was relentless, his teeth teasing my lower lip before his tongue swept into my mouth with a rhythm that promised everything that was coming next. I clutched his shoulders, feeling his muscles flex under my hands as he unbuttoned my coat with fingers way too agile for a man with hands that big. "You planned this," I accused between kisses, my body arching when his hands found my waist under the fabric.

He laughed, the sound echoing off the stone walls. "Every second," he admitted, his lips finding my neck as he pushed the coat off my shoulders. The fabric hit the ground with a soft thud, and suddenly the hot spring air was on my bare skin, making my nipples tighten under the thin silk top. Nate didn't hesitate. His big hands closed over my breasts through the fabric, his thumbs drawing slow circles that pulled a moan from me. "Nate... please..." "Please what?" he teased, his fingers playing with the hem of my top.

"Tell me what you want, Annie." But the words vanished when he finally pulled the fabric up, revealing my skin inch by inch. His gaze burned everywhere it landed, and when the top slipped over my head, he drew in a sharp breath, his eyes going dark like the sea before a storm. "God, you're beautiful," he murmured, one hand trailing down my chest to the edge of my bra. His fingers toyed with the lace, painfully slow, before finally slipping beneath it to free one breast, then the other. The hot air against my hardened nipples was almost too much...

at all. I cried out, my hands tangling in his hair as he sucked, his tongue tracing fast circles before giving a soft bite. The sensation hit me so hard my legs shook, and Nate laughed against my skin, his free hand already moving

He didn't answer with words. Instead, his fingers parted me, tracing my sex with a featherlight touch that sent a shiver racing up my spine. "You're already so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "And I haven't even really touched you yet." When his finger finally slid inside me, my whole body

adding a second finger while his thumb kept circling my clit. The pressure inside me built like a rising tide, every stroke pushing me closer to the edge. "I want to hear you," he said, slowing his fingers just as I was about to break. "I want these old walls to hear what I do to you.' 11 I groaned in frustration, but Nate only smiled, pulling his fingers away completely and standing up. I watched, mesmerized, as he undressed. Every

of me, my stomach flipped. He was magnificent, all muscle and golden skin in the `torchlight, and fully, undeniably hard. "Come here." He offered his hand, guiding me toward the water. The pool was warm like a bath, enveloping us as we stepped in. Nate pulled me against his body, and I felt

one hand sliding down to my sex while the other squeezed my breasts. His fingers found my clit again, and I writhed in his arms, my hips grinding against him without meaning to. Nate sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers moving faster. "That's it," he encouraged. "Rub against me." I did, rolling my hips against him while his fingers kept tormenting me. The pressure built again, faster this time, and I knew I