The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife

Liam's POV

The house buzzed with activity from my family members scattered throughout every room. Privacy had become a luxury I could no longer afford to wait for. I guided her toward my private office, the one sanctuary where we could steal a moment alone together.

My fingers turned the lock with deliberate precision. The soft click echoed in the quiet space as I led her directly to my mahogany desk. My heart hammered against my ribs with anticipation that had been building all day.

"The house feels like a circus today and I refuse to wait any longer for everyone to disappear." My voice came out rougher than intended as I leaned close to her ear. "You have consumed my thoughts completely. Every minute away from you has been torture, my beautiful angel."

Her smile lit up her entire face. "The feeling has been mutual."

I captured her lips immediately, pulling her against me with an urgency that surprised even myself. My hands explored every curve I had memorized yet still craved to rediscover. I settled into my leather chair and drew her down with me, positioning her so she straddled my lap. The movement caused her skirt to slide up her thighs, exposing more of her silky skin.

The heat between us intensified as she pressed against me. I could feel her warmth through the thin barrier of our clothes, and my body responded instantly. My arousal strained against my pants, seeking the connection we both desperately needed. Our mouths moved together with increasing hunger as my hands roamed across her back and shoulders.

Time seemed to slow as I began removing each piece of her clothing with methodical care. My fingers worked the buttons of her blouse one by one, watching her breath quicken with each small victory. I pushed the fabric from her shoulders and let it flutter to the carpet below. My palms traced circular patterns down her spine, making her arch into my touch, before finding the single button at her skirt's waistband.

The zipper yielded under my careful attention. I gathered the material in my hands, bunching it together before lifting it over her head in one fluid motion. The skirt joined her blouse on my office floor, leaving her in nothing but delicate lace undergarments that made my mouth go dry.

Fire coursed through my veins as she moved against me. Every subtle shift of her hips sent waves of sensation through my body, making me harder and more desperate for her. I could barely concentrate on anything beyond the exquisite friction between us and the way her breathing had become shallow and quick.

Her dampness seeped through the thin lace, and I knew she wanted this as much as I did. My hands found the clasp of her bra, and with practiced ease, I freed her from the constraint. My fingertips followed the straps down her arms with torturous slowness, savoring every inch of newly exposed skin before adding the garment to our growing pile of discarded clothes.

Unable to maintain my restraint any longer, I stood and swept her into my arms, pushing the chair aside with my hip. I placed her on the edge of my desk, never breaking the kiss that had become as essential as breathing. My hands mapped her body with renewed fervor, tracing her ribs and the gentle curve of her stomach that always made me smile.

When I reached her breasts, I took my time worshipping them with my palms and fingers. I alternated between gentle caresses and more insistent touches, rolling her nipples between my fingers until soft moans escaped her lips and vibrated against mine.

My hands traveled south again, hooking into the delicate strings of her panties. I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes and flashed what I hoped was a wicked grin.

"I should invest in an entire lingerie wardrobe for you." Before she could respond, I tore the fragile material apart with one swift motion, making her laugh at my apparent inability to remove her underwear without destroying it.

She lay before me completely bare and breathtaking. When I touched her most intimate place, I found her slick with desire, ready for me. The discovery sent purple flames dancing through my eyes, and I felt my control snap like a taut wire.

All patience abandoned me in that moment. I guided her back onto the desk surface, freed myself from my pants with hurried movements, and joined with her as if the world might end if I waited another second.

I buried myself completely inside her warmth with one powerful thrust, then remained perfectly still. I needed to feel every sensation, to memorize the way she surrounded me so perfectly. My lips found her neck, alternating between gentle kisses and playful nips that made her gasp beneath me.

The feeling of being completely enveloped by the woman I loved was almost overwhelming. But even as I savored the connection, I withdrew slowly, watching her face as she whimpered at the loss. A satisfied smile crossed my lips before I drove back into her, establishing a rhythm that started gentle but quickly became more demanding.

Our breathing grew ragged as I moved within her, the sounds of our passion filling the quiet office. Her hips rose to meet every thrust, our bodies finding a perfect synchronization that spoke to something deeper than physical desire.

When I felt her muscles begin to tighten around me, signaling her approaching climax, she threw her head back in abandon. Her legs trembled as they wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. The sight and sensation of her surrender pushed me over the edge, and I followed her into blissful release.

We remained tangled together afterward, her naked form pressed against my still-clothed body as we struggled to catch our breath. When our heart rates finally slowed, I stepped back and began removing my own clothes under her appreciative gaze. The afternoon was far from over, and I intended to make the most of our stolen time together.