The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife

Hazel's POV

After Liam kissed me in my office and Owen discovered us, he vanished from my world for an entire week. The days blurred together in a haze of busy work, while he and Damian spent countless hours in client meetings outside the office.

Monday arrived with its familiar ritual. Fresh tulips adorned my desk alongside a handwritten note. Liam had sworn to send me flowers every week without fail, and he never broke that promise. Just like the chocolate cakes that mysteriously appeared during lunch breaks. A month had passed since our separation. Thirty days of aching emptiness and desperate yearning.

Damian assigned me a last-minute proposal that needed completion before tomorrow's client meeting. The office had emptied except for Damian in his corner office and Owen, who blew me a theatrical kiss while carrying his coffee mug back to his desk. Stella had already escaped for the evening.

I pressed the elevator call button and waited. The doors slid open with their usual mechanical whisper. I stepped inside and immediately caught the scent of his cologne drifting behind me. Liam entered the elevator, and our eyes locked as the doors sealed us in together. He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. The elevator jerked to a sudden stop, plunging us into darkness before the emergency lighting flickered on. My heart hammered against my ribs.

Days had stretched between us like an eternity. He looked devastatingly handsome in his charcoal three-piece suit, crisp white shirt, and midnight black tie. His hair was styled to perfection, and that intoxicating cologne mixed with his aftershave made my knees weak.

"Do you realize how stunning you look in that dress?" His voice was rough with desire. I wore the same dress from our first encounter. "I've fantasized about removing it since that night. Tonight might be my chance."

"Liam..." I whispered, but he stepped closer, eliminating the space between us. His fingers traced my cheek with tender reverence. My self-control crumbled instantly.

"Don't fight this, my angel. I'm drowning without you." His hands gripped my waist as his mouth crashed against mine.

Liam kissed me like a man starved for sustenance. He pressed me against the cold elevator wall, his hands roaming my body until they found my breasts. He squeezed the already peaked nipples through the fabric, drawing a desperate moan from my throat.

He spun me away from the wall, his lips trailing hot kisses down my neck. With practiced ease, he found my zipper and pulled it down slowly. His mouth followed the path of exposed skin as he lifted the dress over my head and let it pool on the floor.

My light blue lingerie set hugged my curves, delicate tulle adorned with floral appliques on the bra cups and thin side straps. Liam turned me to face him, his violet-blue eyes blazing with hunger as they devoured every inch of my nearly naked body. He pulled me close and kissed me with renewed fervor.

His mouth traveled from my lips to my jaw, then down to my throat and chest. He reached my breasts, teasing and sucking my swollen nipples through the sheer fabric. With expert fingers, he unhooked my bra and cast it aside, returning to worship my breasts with his tongue and teeth.

Pure ecstasy flooded my senses. I had craved his touch for endless nights. While he feasted on my breasts, molten heat pooled between my thighs. Liam slipped his hand beneath my panties, beginning an exquisite torture that made my vision blur. His fingers found my most sensitive spots, moving with skilled precision as moisture gathered. I moaned against his shoulder while he continued his assault on my breasts.

Tension coiled in my core, building toward an explosive release. Liam slid two fingers inside me while his thumb maintained its circular rhythm. My body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out, my muscles clenching around his fingers as I surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensation.

"God, I've missed you," Liam growled against my ear, his voice thick with emotion.

My vision remained hazy as he captured my mouth again. Wild desire consumed every rational thought. I needed his skin against mine, needed him inside me. His tongue exploring my mouth only intensified my craving.

While we kissed, I pushed his jacket off his shoulders and let it fall. I worked frantically to remove his vest, then started on his shirt buttons. When Liam returned to caressing my breasts, I lost all patience and ripped his shirt open, sending buttons scattering across the elevator floor. He smiled against my lips.

"Impatient, my angel?"

"I need you inside me now. I need your body against mine, taking me to paradise." The words tumbled out without filter.

"Your wish is my command." Liam stepped back and quickly shed his remaining clothes.

"You're magnificent," I breathed, admiring his sculpted form as I pulled him back to me.

Liam kissed me with consuming hunger and tore my panties away with one swift motion. The delicate fabric snapped and fell to the floor. He pressed his body against mine, lifted my leg to his waist, and filled me completely with one powerful thrust. He stayed perfectly still, eyes closed, forehead pressed to mine as our bodies remembered each other. Then he began to move with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Liam, please," I moaned desperately. "I need more. Harder."

"You want me to take you hard, my angel?" he whispered between kisses.

"Yes," I gasped, lost in desire.

Liam increased his pace, claiming me against the cold elevator wall while my body burned with need. Another orgasm built inside me, more intense than the first. My legs trembled as every nerve ending concentrated on reaching that peak. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, my entire body twisting with pleasure. The climax hit me like lightning, violent and all-consuming, making my muscles contract with incredible force around him.

"Emmanuel, Hazel, you feel incredible," Liam groaned.

He followed me over the edge, spilling inside me with hot pulses that left me feeling complete. We clung to each other, breathless and slick with sweat. He remained inside me, and I could feel his heartbeat pulsing through his body. We stayed connected, savoring these stolen moments.

Eventually, he withdrew and kissed me deeply. He retrieved a handkerchief from his suit pocket and gently cleaned between my thighs. Slowly, he dressed himself while I watched, then helped me back into my bra. He picked up his ruined shirt and smiled as he put it on. Dangling my torn panties from one finger, he gestured to his buttonless shirt.

"Now we're even."

I smiled at his playfulness. He looked even more handsome with his tousled hair and open shirt revealing his chest. He helped me into my dress, and as he zipped it up, he bit my neck gently before kissing the spot.

"A love bite, so you remember that only I can make you lose control like this." He ran his fingers through my hair, attempting to smooth it, then picked up his jacket and pulled me close. "Come home with me. Stay with me tonight."

"I can't, Liam. We can't do this." Tears filled my eyes as I held him tight. "I love you, but we can't be together."

Liam sighed against my ear. We held each other in silence, tears falling freely. After what felt like hours, Liam took out his phone and typed a message. The elevator hummed back to life.

When we reached the parking garage, we walked hand in hand to where his driver waited. He kissed my cheek and helped me into the car, then leaned down to look into my eyes.

"I can't forget you. I'll love you forever."

He closed the door and walked to his own car. Tears streamed down my face as the city lights blurred past the window.