The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife

Hazel's POV

When we returned home, Leo retrieved his favorite set of building blocks from his bedroom and scattered them across the living room carpet. Liam settled beside him on the floor, and together they constructed towers and castles while animated characters danced across the television screen.

After our evening meal, exhaustion claimed our little boy. Leo's eyelids grew heavy as he nestled against his father's chest, and Liam insisted on carrying him to bed personally. When he returned to the living room, he pulled me close on the sofa, his arms encircling my waist.

"Vera, we have things we need to discuss." Liam's voice carried a weight of unspoken concerns. "There's so much I'm dying to understand about these past months. But I also have confessions to make. I'm not sure where to begin."

"Tell me about Fresh Foster first," I requested, turning to face him directly.

"It happened on Friday, the night we arrived in the city. Tobias dragged me to some upscale bar, and suddenly Victoria appeared out of nowhere. I was spiraling, convinced you'd never return to me. You were building something with Levi, and I felt completely defeated. So I made the stupidest decision of my life and went back to her apartment." Liam's eyes squeezed shut as though the memory physically pained him. "It was a single night of weakness, but just like you predicted, even while I was with her, every thought belonged to you."

"I'd be lying if I said it doesn't sting, because it absolutely does. But I refuse to start a war over it. We weren't together, and I was exploring things with Levi. Let's bury this and move forward," I replied, watching relief wash over his features.

"What about you and Levi?" Liam asked, though his jaw tensed as if bracing for impact.

"We never slept together, if that's what's eating at you. But yes, we shared a few kisses," I answered honestly. "Levi is genuinely wonderful, but you had claimed permanent residence in my heart. I finally accepted that truth after witnessing Victoria practically devouring you at the office. I ended whatever was barely beginning with Levi, and he decided to spend time in Texas processing everything. Now tell me about Isabella Clairemont."

Liam spent the following thirty minutes unraveling every detail of his investigation and how he systematically dismantled Isabella Clairemont's elaborate web of deceptions. The woman's talent for manipulation and fabrication left me speechless. Yet as Victoria had pointed out, Bianca remained the most dangerous of them all.

"And after exposing everything, I finally had the satisfaction of terminating Clairemont," he concluded with visible satisfaction.

"Liam, I'm terrified of what they might attempt next," I admitted, feeling ice travel down my spine.

"Don't let fear consume you, angel. We're maintaining the security detail. They won't get within a hundred feet of you or our son," he promised firmly. "Our son! God, my parents would be absolutely ecstatic to discover they have a grandson. And he carries my father's name, exactly as I always dreamed!" Liam's voice trembled with emotion. "I love you beyond words, Hazel!"

"I love you just as fiercely. But I'm dreading the conversation with my parents." The thought alone made my stomach churn. "Especially since I also need to reveal that I'm expecting again."

"Why are you anxious about telling them I'm Leo's father?"

"Liam, obviously I couldn't tell my parents I had passionate sex with a masked stranger at a crowded masquerade ball!"

"So what story did you create?"

"Simply that I met Leo's father at the charity ball and spent one night with him. Nothing more. Can you imagine their reaction if they discovered I never even glimpsed the face of the man I was intimate with?" I explained as though it should be obvious. "And now I must come clean, especially since you've already met them and I explicitly assured my father you weren't Leo's biological parent." Liam erupted in laughter.

"This conversation will be absolutely priceless. And they still don't know about the pregnancy?"

"No, I planned to share the news face to face."

"Well, whenever you feel ready, we'll visit my future in-laws and announce that I'm Leo's father, that you're carrying my second child, and that we're planning our wedding. How does that sound?"

"It sounds like a solid approach." I sighed deeply. "But hold on, who decided I'm marrying you?"

"You did, when you declared yourself the future Mrs. Sterling." Liam reminded me of my words to Victoria.

"I was simply putting that delusional woman in her proper place." I protested.

"I don't care about your motivations, now you're definitely getting married." He grinned mischievously. "But there's another matter to address."

"What now?"

"I'd marry you tomorrow morning if the decision were mine alone, but I can't disrespect your parents that way, and I know your friends will insist on creating a spectacular event, so we'll need time for proper planning." I followed his logic.

"I couldn't care less about elaborate parties and all that nonsense. I only want our family and closest friends celebrating with us." I said.

"But I'm desperate to see you in an absolutely stunning white gown! And I want the entire world to know you belong to me. So we're having a proper celebration. But until our wedding day, I refuse to spend another night separated from you and my son." I understood Liam's meaning perfectly.

"Liam, you can spend time with Leo whenever you wish."

"I want all three of you in my home - our home," he corrected himself, "every single day. It's non-negotiable, Hazel, regardless of your reservations, I need you with me. So either you relocate to my penthouse, or I move into this apartment. Your choice."

"Liam..." - he interrupted before I could finish.

"There or here, Hazel. The location is irrelevant, as long as we're together." He wouldn't yield on this point.

"Fine, we'll move to your place." I conceded.

"Perfect. We'll relocate tomorrow. Now let's go to bed, I've been starving for your touch for far too long." He stood up, swept me into his arms, and carried me toward the bedroom.

Upon reaching the bedroom, Liam gently secured the door, placed me on the bed, and positioned himself above me. He claimed my lips hungrily, his hands exploring every curve of my body. Slowly, he lifted the flowing sundress I was wearing, and when he pulled it over my head, he knelt on the mattress and gazed at me with pure adoration and burning desire. I wore no bra and only the delicate thong he had purchased for me months ago. When he noticed this detail, his face lit up with a wicked smile.

"Oh, my beautiful angel, you have absolutely no idea how desperately I've wanted to destroy those panties!"

Liam removed his cotton shirt and leaned over me, trailing kisses along my neck before taking my breast into his mouth. My core became slick at his touch; Liam possessed a sinfully talented mouth, and the kisses, gentle bites, suction, and licks he lavished on my breasts drove me to madness and forced soft moans from my throat.

"Quiet, sweetheart! Stay silent, our boy is sleeping right next door," he reminded me and continued his worship of my breasts.

His hand, which had been resting on my waist, slowly traveled down my stomach until it discovered my center through my damp underwear. He began delicious caresses there, running his fingers up and down in slow, teasing motions, occasionally creating circular patterns. I became breathless from his skilled touches.

Liam turned me over on the bed, positioning me on my knees with my bottom raised, and traced his finger over the word "sexy" written in gold rhinestones on the back of my underwear. He leaned over me and kissed my ear, my neck, and began trailing kisses down my spine, making my entire body tingle with electricity. He caressed my bottom and with his undeniable expertise, gave a strategic tug at my underwear which separated in his hand, raising it like a trophy and tossing it onto the pillow beside me.

"Oh, I absolutely loved those panties!" I whimpered in protest.

Liam smiled wickedly and continued his trail of kisses, reaching my bottom, which he smoothed with his strong hands. He placed gentle kisses there and began pleasuring me with his mouth. While he stimulated me with his fingers, he explored my entrance with his tongue. The sensation was incredible. He continued his ministrations and began exploring new territory, making me even more aroused. I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my moans as Liam caressed my breast with his other hand. It was deliciously torturous. Soon I climaxed intensely in his mouth, and he savored every drop.

I hadn't noticed when he removed his remaining clothes, but after my release, Liam began slowly entering me. When he was completely inside, he gripped my waist with both hands and began moving with increasing intensity, driving me wild with pleasure. I was so aroused that I could feel myself dripping. Liam gathered my wetness and began massaging a place I'd never explored before, slowly introducing his finger there. I had never experienced anything like this. Initially there was discomfort and burning, but the pleasure he was creating was far more powerful. Soon that initial pain transformed into mind-blowing ecstasy, and between his movements inside me and the new sensations he was creating, I climaxed explosively, muffling my cries into the pillow.

"Oh, my angel, feeling you respond to me like this drives me absolutely wild!"

Liam soon reached his own peak inside me, with intense releases and his body pulsing within mine. After our climax, he pulled me on top of him and we lay on our sides, still connected. Eventually he rose, retrieved wet wipes from the dresser and gently cleaned me. He gathered me in his protective embrace and we drifted into peaceful sleep.