Page 44 of The Hideout

Juliet didn’t care how it happened, so long as it did happen. And it had. Just the thought of Paige above her had sent her wild with want multiple times today.

“But this,” Paige said, dragging Juliet away from the counter and through her living room. “This is the right time.”

They stumbled their way towards Juliet’s bedroom, Paige’s back now pressed to the closed door. Juliet brought a hand up to her jaw, holding it as she looked into Paige’s gorgeous eyes. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Paige?”

Paige didn’t blush, she didn’t dip her head, she just grazed her nails down Juliet’s stomach, more wetness gathering between Juliet’s legs. “Tell me.”

“Fuck, if only I could.” Juliet pressed herself to Paige. She could only imagine how amazing the rest of this night was going to be. She took the hand resting on her stomach and guided it past the waistband of her pants. Paige didn’t take her eyes off Juliet. No, she stared deep into her soul as Juliet guided her lower. And lower. Until…

“Oh, fuck.” Paige took her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever been so wet for anyone in my entire life.” Juliet’s voice was gravelly, her lips parted, and her eyes closed when Paige slowly rolled her fingertips over her clit. “Y-you, oh—”

“I can’t believe I’m here with you.”

Juliet chose to bookmark that, instead reaching around Paige and opening her bedroom door. They stumbled through it, just the moonlight illuminating the bedroom through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Paige lifted her hand and feathered her fingertips across Juliet’s cheek, smiling. “So fucking beautiful.”

“Paige…”

Paige stared into Juliet’s eyes, her hand stilling. “Yeah?”

“Thank you for trusting me.”

Paige leaned in, kissing Juliet slowly, sensually. She ran her tongue across Juliet’s bottom lip, and then she turned her, Juliet’s legs connecting with the bed. She pushed her down to the mattress, slid her blazer from her shoulders, and took a step back.

Juliet would never tire of Paige admiring her. A thirty-year-old…hot for Juliet, who was close to fifty. Yeah, she’d never forget how Paige made her feel, even if this didn’t work out.

“I don’t know where to begin.” Paige slipped her own jacket off, dropping it to the floor where she stood.

“How about you start by undressing for me?” Juliet rested back on her elbows, smirking as Paige lowered her hands to the button on her jeans. “I could do it myself, but I want to watch you.”

Paige pushed her jeans down her legs, stepping out of them and kicking them to the pile she was making with her jacket. She looked up at Juliet, that desire intensifying in her eyes, and brought her fingers to the hem of her T-shirt. She lifted it above her head, so effortless in her movements. Her blonde hair fell back into place, that unexpected confidence Paige exuded knocking the wind out of Juliet. She couldn’t wait for a fully confident Paige Harrison. It was sexy as hell. Then Juliet focused on the tattoo that began under Paige’s breasts, continued down her stomach and around the sides, finishing down one hip as it trailed off at her thigh. Oh, God. Juliet was one lucky woman. “Better?”

“God, yes.” Juliet stood, pulling Paige in by the waist. Her skin felt soft beneath Juliet’s fingertips, the room calm. “I can’t wait to taste you again.”

“I’m dying to touch you,” Paige spoke low as she gripped Juliet’s backside and pulled them flush together. “Really dying to touch you.”

“Well, we can’t keep you waiting, can we?” The smirk Juliet wore had Paige grinning, and as she quickly unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, Paige’s eyes drifted lower.

“Fucking hell.”

“I’m going to assume that’s a good fucking hell.” Juliet shrugged her blouse from her shoulders, adding it to Paige’s pile of clothes. She shuddered when Paige ghosted a fingertip over the swell of her breast, her bottom lip firmly between her teeth.

“A very good one.” Paige leaned in, replacing her fingertip with her lips. “God, you’re so gorgeous, Juliet.”

Juliet instinctively lifted a hand and fisted it in Paige’s hair, her head thrown back as she kissed along one breast, then the other. But it was when Paige lowered Juliet’s bra that her body truly came alive. Those lips enveloped her painfully taut nipple, sucking gently, her teeth grazing. “Jesus, Paige. O-oh, fuck.”

Paige looked up at Juliet with hooded eyes, smirking against her skin. “You feel so good.” Paige teased her fingertips along the waistband of Juliet’s pants, popping the button and bringing them down her thighs. But it wasn’t only Juliet’s pants she was losing; her underwear was going too. “I need to be inside you.” Paige frantically forced her pants the rest of the way down. The least Juliet could do was put her out of her misery and kick them the rest of the way off.

The second they were gone, Paige slowly kissed her way down between Juliet’s cleavage, her stomach, until she was on her knees in front of Juliet. That would never not be incredibly arousing. Paige looked up at Juliet as she pressed her thumb between Juliet’s lips, those eyes too much to take right now. And then Juliet offered a nod, encouraging Paige to take over this entire night.

“Lie down,” Paige said, her voice hoarse and laced with desire.

As Juliet removed her bra and positioned herself on the bed, Paige wrapped her hands around her thighs and pulled Juliet nearer to the edge. That tongue slid so effortlessly through Juliet’s folds that she arched up, trying desperately to not clamp her thighs shut. Paige hummed her approval, her thumb teasing Juliet’s clit while her tongue moved lower and towards her entrance.

Euphoric.

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