Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 261 Nathaniel's POV So that was it. We were really going to do it. The realization hit me like a lightning bolt as I stared at the phone in my hand, still processing the tone of her voice, the way she'd said my name-well, my app nickname. Wanderer. There was something about the way she pronounced that nickname that made me feel like I was a different person, like I could be someone other than Nathaniel Carter, COO of Kensington, the man who'd been forced to remove her from the job. With Annie, as Wanderer, I could just be a man desiring a woman.

No corporate complications, no hierarchies, no political games. It was liberating and terrifying at the same time. "Maybe I should..." I replied. "I'm doing it now... And you? What are you doing?" An audible sigh crossed the line, heavy with tension. "Maybe I'm... touching myself..." she confessed, and the sound of her irregular breathing made the air around me seem thicker. I felt as if time had stopped. Annie was really doing this, surrendering to this moment with me in a way I never imagined possible.

The woman who drove me crazy just walking down the office corridors was now opening up to me in a completely intimate way. "Tell me exactly where you're touching yourself," I whispered, each word coming out slowly, calculated, my own breathing already heavy. "I want to know every detail... every movement you're making." Annie let out a low moan before answering: "My hands are going down slowly... very slowly..." her voice faltered, almost a whisper. "I'm going over my stomach, going lower... and imagining it's your hands... that you're here with me, making me lose control.

What do you want me to do now?" I closed my eyes, feeling my erection throb with each word. The way she described each movement made me perfectly visualize the scene, as if I were really there with her. "Are you excited? Are you wet?" "Completely." "I want you to put two fingers inside... slowly," I murmured, my voice coming out hoarse. "Feel how I would be filling you... in and out... slowly... until I tell you to speed up." A muffled moan crossed the line, along with the subtle sound of skin and heavy breathing.

her voice trembled made me imagine every detail. "Exactly like this," I replied, my own fingers working in the rhythm I imagined for her. "Keep going... don't stop. If I were there, I'd be sucking you slowly right now, feeling your every reaction as my fingers brought you to the edge." The intensity of our connection through the phone line was surprising me. I had never experienced something 1/3 so intimate and at the same time so

our voices connected in the dark, creating an intimacy that was unique. She moaned louder, a deeper sound that made my whole body react. "And you?" she asked between quick breaths. "Are you touching yourself too?" "I'm so hard I feel like I'm going to explode," I confessed, my voice low and almost guttural. "I can't stop thinking about you...about what it would be like to turn you around, hold you firmly by the hips and fuck you until you can't even say my name properly." The irony of saying

escape laden with desire: "I would kiss you first... slowly, making you beg for more. Then I would move down your neck, feel your skin tingle as my hands parted your legs. I would kneel and taste you until I felt every muscle in your body trembling... and only when you were begging would I enter slowly, very slowly, making you feel every inch of me. "I "Don't stop..." she moaned, and the sound of her movements

slowly, teasing you... making you beg... and when you were begging, I'd go deep, fast, until I felt you tremble all over. Until you came screaming my name." "God... yes..." she moaned, the sound so intense it almost took my breath away. "Like this... exactly like this. I want you filling me, making me come..." "Keep going..." I whispered, feeling the heat spread through my body. "I want

"I'm almost there... don't stop... say more.' "Come for me..." I murmured, my voice breaking with pleasure. "Imagine my hands holding you, my mouth on your neck, my body filling you until you can't take it anymore." "Please..." She moaned loudly, and I could clearly hear every wave of pleasure coursing through her voice, every sigh and moan

me succumb as well, my whole body ablaze as pleasure overwhelmed me. For a few seconds, all that could be heard was the heavy sound of our breaths, mixed with a few loose sighs of 2/3 satisfaction. The silence after the frenzy seemed dense,