Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 141 The soft glow of the TV flickered across our faces as we watched a ridiculous movie about aliens falling in love with humans. Christian had insisted we needed something "light and stress-free," and honestly, he was right. After everything we'd been through these past weeks, a quiet night at home was exactly what we needed. I was curled up against his chest on the couch, balancing a bowl in my lap filled with my latest craving-vanilla ice cream topped with pickle slices and mustard. I knew it sounded disgusting, but somehow, I couldn't stop eating it.

"Zoey," Christian said, watching me dip another pickle into the ice cream, "that might officially be the strangest thing I've ever seen you eat." "It's not my fault," I said, taking a big bite. "It's the hormones. They make me crave the weirdest things." "'Weird' is putting it lightly," he teased, pressing à kiss to the top of my head. "Last week it was chocolate and sardines. Now this. I'm almost afraid to know what's next." "Hey, don't knock it till you try it," I said, offering him a spoonful. Christian grimaced dramatically. "Thanks, but I think I'll pass.

I'd like to keep my taste buds intact." I laughed and went back to my bowl, only half-watching the movie. It just felt good to sit there, no secrets, no threats, no fear-just us and a strange pregnancy snack that somehow made everything feel normal again. After a few quiet minutes, I glanced up at him. "You know," I said softly, "there's another side effect of these hormones you should probably know about." He groaned playfully. "Please tell me it's not another food thing. 11 "It's not food," I replied, placing the bowl on the coffee table and turning to face him.

what I was implying. His blue eyes darkened slightly, and a slow smile spread across his face. "Oh, really?" he asked, his voice growing huskier. "And what kind of desire would that be?" Instead of answering with words, I showed him. I slid my legs over him, positioning myself in his lap, my hands resting on his

murmured, but his voice carried desire, not protest. "Now that Dr. Dalton says you're recovering well," I continued, moving down to kiss his neck, "I'm not going to hold back anymore." I felt Christian shudder under my touch, his hands tightening around my waist. He tilted his head back, giving me better access to his neck, and I took advantage, leaving a trail of kisses across his warm skin. "You have no idea what you

quickly intensified. Christian pulled me closer, his hands exploring my body with a hunger I hadn't felt in weeks. I could feel all the tension and worry of the past few weeks dissolving as we lost 1/2 Chapter 14 +25 Bonus ourselves

"Christian," I sighed as his fingers found the lace of my panties, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He kissed me more deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth while his hands continued their intimate journey. I could feel the heat spreading through my body, each touch of his leaving me more desperate for more. His hands

you radiant." Before I could respond, he lowered his head and began to scatter kisses along my collarbone, slowly descending. I arched against him when his mouth found the sensitive skin