Page 5 of The Hideout

Fuck. This woman… It was hard to say no to Rachel, especially when she gazed into Juliet’s eyes with a hunger and passion that was such a turn-on, Juliet was unaware of what day it was. “Then I suggest you get on your knees and get to work.”

“Mm. Gladly.” Rachel lowered herself down Juliet’s body, unbuttoning her pants and dragging them down her legs. When her underwear followed, Juliet pressed her head back against the door, the nerves she’d initially had about tonight no longer present. Rachel always took her mind off things. “Fuck,” Rachel whispered, sinking the flat of her tongue between Juliet’s lips. “You taste so good.”

When Rachel sucked Juliet’s clit into her mouth, she gripped the back of her head and rode Rachel’s face. “Oh, God. Yes.”

Rachel eased a finger inside Juliet, pushing deeper as her tongue lashed Juliet’s clit. “Let me taste you, baby. Show me what you’ve got.”

Juliet trembled, her nails digging into Rachel’s scalp. “Oh, fuck. M-more.”

With a second finger filling her, Juliet felt her walls tighten. Rachel certainly knew how to work that beautiful mouth of hers. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

Juliet released around Rachel’s fingers and against her tongue. “O-oh, Rachel.”

Rachel looked up at Juliet with hooded eyes, licking her lips as she smirked. But Juliet had to remember that this woman was here for her pleasure. Nothing more. Whether that was intimate pleasure or general conversation, Rachel was paid to do this. The only difference between Juliet and Rachel’s other clients was that Rachel didn’t have sex with anyone else. It had been concerning to Juliet at first—it felt as though Rachel was becoming attached—but then Juliet reminded herself of the number of times Rachel had turned down her booking if she had another client arranged. “I expect a good tip for that.”

Juliet barked a laugh, pulling Rachel back up to her feet. “Don’t worry. You’ll get one.”

When she pressed Juliet to the door, Rachel lifted a hand and brushed Juliet’s hair from her face. “Part of me knows I’d taste you for free given half the chance. Over and over again.” Rachel guided Juliet into a soft, lingering kiss. “But then the other part of me prefers the thrill of not knowing the next time I’ll have the pleasure of being inside you.”

“This works the way it is.”

“It does. And now you have a bar to launch, so get out there and show them what you’re capable of.”

“Stay a while. I’ll pay you to the end of the night.”

Rachel nodded, offering a final chaste kiss. “I’m not going anywhere, gorgeous.”

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Paige felt her phone buzz in the back pocket of her jeans for the third time in only minutes. She knew it would be James, but she needed him out of her headspace tonight. He’d called repeatedly once she got back to the apartment she was staying at for the next month, and that was beginning to tip over into the night. The last thing Paige wanted was for Juliet to think she had problems to take care of. She really didn’t…unless James made himself one.

Forget about James. You have a job to do here. Focus on your gorgeous boss instead.

Paige knew it was a mistake to do that; she was, unfortunately, a married woman. But thinking about it wouldn’t do any harm. After all, her husband hated her. He had to for the way he spoke to her, treated her, and didn’t support her. But really, life with James had never been good. Because Paige didn’t love him. Her late mother had been so happy when Paige told her she was engaged that she didn’t have the heart to back out. She only ever wanted her mum to be proud of her—they’d been through a lot together. She already had very little in the way of family and friends. If she were to leave James and tell those around her who she really was…Paige knew she’d be left with nobody. While living her authentic life was all she wanted to do, she couldn’t handle a life where she was shunned by those she’d considered a huge part of her life. Paige wouldn’t even have Harriet at the end. She knew that deep down. Her best friend had always been Team James.

How was that? A man who beat her…was loved by everyone.

A clearing of the throat kicked Paige out of her thoughts. When she turned around, Rachel was watching her. Rachel…the woman in Juliet’s life. Damn.

“Hey, what can I get you?” Paige asked as Rachel pulled herself up onto a stool, clasping her hands under her chin and regarding Paige with a sweet yet fake smile. She was just as much of a looker as Juliet was. But there was something about the way she’d watched Paige all night, how she had that cocky smile plastered on her mouth whenever Paige made eye contact. She wasn’t fond of that kind of woman. Kind to your face but a bitch behind your back. Paige preferred to know where she stood with people from the outset.

“Large white wine and a large red wine, please.”

“Coming up.” Paige turned, taking two wine glasses and setting them down in front of Rachel. “Great place here. I bet you’re really proud of Juliet.”

“I am. Considering she’s spent the last twenty-odd years as a lawyer, I was surprised when she told me she’d bought this place.”

“You…didn’t decide on this together?”

Rachel laughed. “Oh, no. We’re not exclusive. We’re just friends.”

Huh. Friends. Paige didn’t have friends who fucked her behind the closed door of offices. But this information only proved to make Paige’s life more difficult. Because if Juliet was technically single, it meant Paige could daydream about her. At least if she’d had a partner, it would have deterred Paige from feeling an attraction towards her. “Right. Well, as her friend, you must be proud.”

“Immensely. And I’m very protective of her. She means the world to me.”

Hmm. That was some kind of warning. Paige felt it in Rachel’s tone.

Paige pushed the two glasses of wine towards Rachel, resting one arm on the counter. “Am I taking payment for these…or?”

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