The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife

Hazel's POV

The drive to Liam's penthouse passed in electric silence. His hand never left my thigh, fingers tracing lazy patterns that sent shivers up my spine. Occasionally he would lift my hand to his lips, pressing soft kisses to my knuckles while keeping his eyes on the road.

I studied his profile in the dim light of passing streetlamps. The fire I had seen blazing in those violet eyes at the restaurant still simmered beneath his composed exterior. His jaw was set with barely restrained tension, and I could feel the coiled energy radiating from him.

In the underground garage, he moved with deliberate slowness. Every gesture felt measured as he unbuckled my seatbelt and helped me from the car. His arm circled my waist, pulling me against the solid warmth of his body as we walked to the elevator.

The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken promises. I could hear my heartbeat thundering in my ears as we ascended to his floor.

Inside his apartment, Liam disappeared into the kitchen without a word. I heard the soft clink of dishes and watched him return carrying our forgotten dessert, two forks, and a bottle of chocolate syrup that made my pulse quicken.

He took my hand with that same maddening calm and led me toward a door I had never noticed before.

The rooftop terrace took my breath away. The city sprawled below us in a glittering tapestry of lights, and I realized I had never seen this side of his world. A pristine pool reflected the stars, and elegant outdoor furniture created intimate seating areas. He guided me toward a massive wooden table, switching on only a few ambient lights that cast everything in golden shadows.

"Time for dessert, my angel," he whispered against my ear, his breath making me shiver. "I want mine with chocolate."

His teeth grazed my earlobe and I could not suppress the soft moan that escaped my lips.

Liam gathered my hair in his hands, sweeping it over one shoulder with reverent care. I felt the whisper of my zipper descending, each tooth releasing with agonizing slowness. The turquoise silk pooled at my feet like water, and his hands steadied me as I stepped free.

When he moved to face me, his expression stole my breath.

"Hazel, you are the most exquisite woman I have ever laid eyes on."

The lingerie had been chosen with this moment in mind. White silk and French lace adorned with ribbons the exact shade of my discarded dress. The corset curved around my body like a second skin, delicate bows dancing along the shoulder straps. Matching garters held up silk stockings that ended in more lace at my thighs.

Liam approached like a man entranced. His fingers found the garter clips with practiced ease, releasing them one by one. Then came the corset hooks, each one freed with deliberate precision. He barely touched me, but every accidental brush of his knuckles against my skin sent electricity racing through my veins.

The corset fell away and he traced one finger from my navel to my throat, following the edge where silk had given way to bare skin. His smile was pure masculine satisfaction as he cupped my breasts, thumbs circling until I arched into his touch.

Fire consumed me from within. These gentle torments were driving me to madness, and I could feel my arousal dampening my thighs.

Liam stepped back, fingertips finding the ribbons at my hips. His grin turned wicked as he paused.

"I think I will be gentle with these tonight." The ribbons came undone with a soft pull, and my panties whispered to the floor.

Part of me missed his usual urgency, the primal need that made him tear away barriers between us. But this worship had its own intoxicating power.

"Beautiful," he breathed, circling me slowly.

One finger traced my spine from base to nape, light as a feather but scorching in its effect. When he faced me again, his gaze devoured every inch of exposed skin.

"I want you wearing nothing but those stockings and those sinful heels."

The pink stilettos had been another careful choice, their needle-thin heels adding dangerous elegance to my bare legs.

"Sit on the table," he commanded, his voice dropping to that tone that brooked no argument. "Use the bench."

I obeyed, hyperaware of his burning stare as I settled on the smooth wood. He positioned himself on the bench between my parted thighs, pulling the dessert plate closer.

The first bite of cake melted on my tongue, but Liam was already leaning in to taste it from my lips. His kiss was thorough, exploring, as if he wanted to memorize every flavor.

I heard the plate scrape across wood as he pushed it aside.

"This can wait. I have something much sweeter to savor."

His shirt came off with maddening slowness, each button a separate seduction. The fabric hit the floor, followed by his pants and everything else until he stood before me in magnificent nakedness.

He was fully aroused, the evidence of his desire glistening at the tip. My mouth watered with the need to taste him, but he caught my reaching hands and pressed me back against the table.

His lips mapped a path across my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Every kiss and gentle bite drew soft sounds of pleasure from my throat.

The chocolate syrup was warm against my skin as he painted abstract patterns across my body. Neck, breasts, the sensitive hollow of my stomach. Then his mouth followed, licking away every drop with devoted attention.

Liam climbed onto the table, settling between my spread legs. More syrup drizzled across my belly and lower, coating my most intimate places with liquid sweetness.

"You are the most delicious thing in existence," he murmured. "And covered in chocolate, you are absolutely irresistible."

His mouth returned to its worship, tongue and lips working magic on my heated skin. His hands found my breasts, rolling and pinching until I writhed beneath him.

When he reached the apex of my thighs, I felt his sharp intake of breath. Then his mouth was on me with renewed hunger, consuming both chocolate and the evidence of my arousal.

His tongue worked wonders, alternating between broad sweeps and targeted flicks that had me crying out. Two fingers joined the assault, sliding deep and curling to find that perfect spot.

My climax crashed over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing around his fingers as pleasure whited out my vision.

"Perfect," he groaned, withdrawing his fingers to taste them. "So wet, so ready for me."

He surged upward, burying himself completely in one powerful thrust that had us both gasping. His rhythm was demanding, desperate, as he leaned down to capture my breast with his mouth.

The dual sensations sent me spiraling again, my inner muscles clenching around him as I screamed his name.

"If you keep squeezing me like that, I will not last," he warned through gritted teeth. "You feel incredible, so tight and hot around me."

He withdrew suddenly, flipping me onto my hands and knees. His tongue traced intimate patterns before he filled me again, one hand gripping my hip while the other explored new territory.

The initial burn gave way to overwhelming sensation as he moved within me in two places at once. I pushed back against him, wordlessly begging for more.

When the next climax took me, it was with an intensity that left me shaking. Liam followed with a harsh cry, spilling himself deep inside me with powerful pulses.

We collapsed together on the table, hearts racing and bodies slick with sweat. He pulled me against his chest, lips finding mine in a kiss full of tenderness.

"Do you know how much I love you?" he whispered against my hair. "Sometimes the depth of it frightens me."

"Then you know exactly how I feel about you," I replied, meaning every word.

Later, as I sat curled in his lap sharing bites of forgotten cake, Liam grinned wickedly.

"Not as sweet as you, but chocolate and Hazel together might be my new obsession."

Monday morning arrived wrapped in contentment. Liam had stayed the night, and I watched him adjust his blue tie while applying my makeup. The light gray suit fit him perfectly, transforming him into every woman's fantasy of corporate power.

I stared so openly that he noticed, approaching with that knowing smile.

"Something wrong? You look like you want to devour me."

"Because I do. I want to strip you out of that suit immediately."

"You do not like it?" he teased with mock concern.

"I love it too much. You were already devastating, but in this you are completely unfair to the female population."

His laugh was rich and warm as he pulled me close.

"I could let you have your way with me, but I am genuinely excited about work today."

"Oh really? Why is that?"

"My new assistant starts today, and she is absolutely stunning."

"Planning to seduce your assistant during business hours, Mr. Sterling?"

"Absolutely. Right on my desk, then in my chair with her riding me."

"Sounds like you have an interesting day planned."

"You have no idea," he said, sealing the promise with a kiss that left me breathless.