The Billionaire's Widow

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Hailey's POV

"You're so funny, Paige. You really don't have to thank me," I said softly. "You should get back to your family. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Hailey," she replied.

The call ended, but I didn't move right away. I just sat there, holding the phone, a stupid smile spreading across my face. My cheeks warmed, and I giggled-actually giggled-like some lovesick teenager. My thoughts drifted back to earlier in the day.

Flashback

"Hailey," she whispered against my lips, her voice trembling with excitement. "Wait..."

I pulled back slightly, afraid of what she'd say next. "Is something wrong?"

She glanced around the office. "Your office is basically a glass box. Anyone walking by could guess what's going on in here even if they can't see our faces."

I followed her gaze to the frosted glass walls and nodded. "Right... come with me."

I took her hand and led her to a discreet door on the far side of the room. It used to be Xavier's personal mini-library-his sanctuary. After he passed, I had the books moved home and quietly converted the space into a bedroom. Something for the late nights.

I scanned my palm on the sensor. The door slid open, revealing a warm, private room. Clean lines. Dim lighting. A cozy bed. And no windows.

"You have a bedroom in your office?" Paige stepped inside, her eyes wide with surprise. "Wow."

I smiled. "For late nights when work gets too much."

"I thought you had a driver," she teased.

I stepped closer, brushing my lips against hers. "It'd be cruel to make him wait until one in the morning."

She didn't answer-just leaned in and kissed me deeply. I melted into her, and before I knew it, I was lying on the bed, and she was on top of me.

Clears Throat

Our kisses turned wild, desperate. I moaned as her lips trailed down to my neck. Her hand slid beneath my skirt, pushing it up and revealing my matching red lingerie.

"We don't have much time," she said, looking down at me hungrily. "So we'll need to be quick."

She slid my panties down. "You're already dripping."

I gasped as her mouth descended, licking and sucking like she was starved for me.

"Paige!" I moaned, my back arching.

She moved with expert precision, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. When I came, I was breathless, trembling, completely unraveled.

She crawled back up and kissed me again.

"You haven't had sex in a while, have you?" she whispered, her fingers dancing over my stomach.

"Five years," I admitted, catching my breath.

She didn't say anything-just kissed me again, slower this time, more deliberately. Her fingers slid between my legs again, stroking my clit with gentle circles. My body responded instantly.

"I want you to ride my fingers," she whispered into my ear.

When she slipped one inside, I gasped and began to move, slowly at first, then faster as she matched my rhythm with her thumb on my clit.

"Oh God... Paige..."

"Come for me again, beautiful," she whispered.

I did. Harder than before. My body went limp under her touch, my legs shaking.

"We're not done yet," she murmured, slipping another finger in.

****

Later, I was curled up in her arms, both of us completely bare. My skin still tingled from the aftershocks.

"Where did you learn how to do all that?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

She giggled and kissed my temple. "I just love making a woman moan my name. That's all the motivation I need."

I smiled and sighed contentedly. "You should probably get back to your desk."

"Can I see you tonight?" I asked softly, looking up at her.

"I can't tonight, Hailey. I'm going home to visit my parents with my siblings."

I tried not to let my disappointment show, but she noticed.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"It's okay," I smiled gently. "I'll see you when you come back."

She kissed me one last time and stood, fixing her clothes and hair. As she straightened up in front of the mirror, I glanced at the time. 3:25 p.m. If she left now, she could reach home by dinner.

"You know what?" I said. "Knock off early today. Get home before it's too late."

She turned, surprised. "Are you serious?"

I nodded. "And no, it's not because of what just happened."

She laughed. "I didn't say anything!"

"Tell Bobby to take you to your apartment first. I'm sure you'll want to change before the drive."

She walked back to the bed, a wicked little smirk on her lips. "I think someone's earned herself another round."

I laughed and grabbed a pillow. "Out!"

End of Flashback

"Okay, Mrs. Anders, who's got you smiling like that?" Brooke asked, flopping onto the couch beside me.

"Mrs. Anders?" I raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you call me that?"

"Fine, Hailey. But seriously, who is he?"

I laughed. "There is no 'he.' Relax."

Brooke looked at me suspiciously. "That smile says otherwise."

I bit my lip, then looked her in the eyes. "You should've asked who she is."

She gasped. "Hailey freaking Finley! A she?"

"Yes. A she."

"When did you even realize you were into women?"

I chuckled. "Not women, Brooke. Just one woman. One amazing, beautiful woman who made me feel alive again."

"Wait... don't tell me you two already-"

"And what if we did?"

Brooke's eyes widened. "Oh my God! Who even are you right now?"

I giggled. "You're being so dramatic."

"So who is she? Do I know her? Is she like, a model? An actress?"

"Nope. None of that. But you do know her," I smirked. "I'm just not telling you who. Yet."

I stood and grabbed my phone. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm exhausted."

Brooke's mouth fell open. "Tired? You did do it today! Didn't you?!"

I laughed all the way up the stairs.

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