Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 268 +25 Bonus It wasn't a romantic kiss or a gentle one. It was abrupt, firm, loaded with all the tension that had built up between us through weeks of corporate games and unspoken feelings. A kiss full of frustration, pent-up desire, anger... every word we couldn't say and every feeling we'd tried to rationalize. Nate kissed me back immediately, as if that moment had shattered the last barrier of control he'd been holding onto.

His hands came up to frame my face, his fingers tangling in my hair, and his body pressed against mine with an intensity that felt like a physical answer to everything we'd avoided saying. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent. Every breath was short and uneven, and every touch felt like a silent confession, more honest than anything we could've tried to speak. His hands moved down my body slowly, steady and sure, as if there wasn't room for hesitation anymore. I didn't know who started it, but suddenly we were stripping away layers of fabric like they were the last walls between us.

My fingers slipped along the collar of his shirt, brushing against the heat of his skin beneath it, and I heard the quiet click of a button coming undone. He pulled my coat off with practiced ease, letting it drop carelessly to the floor, and kept kissing me like the world could end in that room and nothing else would matter. In one fluid, instinctive motion, Nate lifted me into his arms. His eyes locked with mine for a split second- there was something there, a mix of desire and something deeper, something we still didn't dare name. But neither of us spoke. We didn't need to.

He held me firmly, securely, and with every step toward the stairs, our mouths found each other again, cutting through any chance of rational thought. Each step up the stairs stretched the moment, tightening the pull between us. His breathing was just as unsteady as mine, and the quiet of the house only made every touch, every sound, feel sharper, louder, impossible to ignore. When we reached the bedroom, he pushed the door open with his shoulder, never breaking contact with me.

there was nothing gentle about the way we looked at each other. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low, rough, carrying an intensity that knocked the air right out of my lungs. I didn't answer. Instead, I curled my

was charged-slow, reverent -and it sent shivers racing through me. "You're beautiful..." he murmured against my collarbone, his voice a deep vibration against my skin. "I spent weeks trying to forget what little I saw of you on that plane... and I failed every damn night." Nate's kisses traveled slowly down, as if each part of my body deserved to be calmly discovered. When he reached my thighs, the air seemed to leave my

I could breathe to answer, he touched me with his mouth, slowly. The first contact drew a deep sigh from me, almost a moan, my body arching against the bed uncontrollably. "And you're delicious..." Nate devoted himself completely, attentive to every

the sheet, my fingers closing tightly, while waves of pleasure coursed through every nerve, every fiber of my body. His

unspoken-but there was nothing left to say. Only the silent surrender already pulsing between us. He penetrated me with almost reverential care. The first movements were slow, as if he wanted each second to be etched into us, as if the moment were more about feeling than losing ourselves in it. Each advance made my breath catch, each retreat made my skin tingle, as if the anticipation were part of the