The Billionaire's Widow

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Hailey’s POV

Clears throat.

I stirred awake to the familiar warmth of soft lips peppering kisses across my skin—my lips, my cheeks, my forehead... even my jawline. I smiled sleepily, only opening my eyes when I felt her lips on my neck.

The room was still cloaked in darkness—early morning. Very early. But that didn’t stop Paige.

She sucked gently at first, then more intensely, pulling a breathy gasp from me. My body responded before my mind could even catch up, a shiver running down my spine.

She leaned in and whispered against my ear, “The first thing I want to hear from you today—before anything else—is you moaning my name.”

I giggled softly, a little breathless already. But she was serious. Her lips returned to my neck, this time grazing me with her teeth. My back arched slightly, and I let out a shaky breath.

Without thinking, I pulled her face up and kissed her, deep and slow, pouring all my need into it. Her hands moved to my waist, slipping my pajama pants down, then my top. I took my time with her oversized shirt, sliding it off to reveal the skin I loved to touch.

The warmth of her bare body on mine was almost overwhelming—soft, smooth, familiar. Her hands trailed over my thighs, up to my hips, over my curves like she was memorizing me all over again. I gasped at every slow, teasing touch.

She climbed on top of me, her lips finding my breasts, and I muffled a moan, sucking in air instead. She smiled, knowing exactly what she was doing.

Then she started trailing kisses downward.

I was already soaked for her.

When she reached my inner thighs, she smirked, clearly proud of the effect she had on me. But instead of giving in, she decided to torture me with soft kisses in all the wrong places. I was ready to beg—nearly did—until I remembered what she said. She wanted to hear it.

I grabbed her head and guided her to where I needed her most.

Her tongue met me in one long, slow lick, and I couldn’t hold it back—a loud moan escaped before I could stop it. Her pace was steady, confident, and precise, and I felt myself spiraling almost immediately.

“Babe…” I breathed, already trembling. That simple word made her growl with hunger. She held my thighs apart as her pace quickened.

My back arched uncontrollably, my body starting to tremble with the buildup of pleasure. “Yes!”

She didn’t slow down. If anything, she went deeper, faster, relentless in her devotion. I snapped my eyes open as the orgasm tore through me, harder than I expected. But Paige didn’t stop.

“Please—don’t stop,” I whispered, barely able to breathe. My hand gripped her head tightly.

She switched to circular motions and then—God—slipped two fingers inside me. I cried out, my body jerking with each movement. My sheets tangled in my fists.

“Shit! Oh fuck…”

The sight of her—so focused, so beautiful, pleasuring me like I was everything—burned into my mind. My body gave in again. Another climax ripped through me, faster this time, sharper.