The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife

Hazel's POV

After bidding farewell to everyone at the celebration, Liam and I lingered at the house while George supervised the catering cleanup. Liam planned to drive me home, but his phone buzzed with an urgent message from Blake, his Boston associate, requesting an immediate video conference.

"Darling, would you mind accompanying me to the office for this call?" Liam asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

"Of course not. Let's go. It's barely past eleven, and I haven't transformed into a pumpkin yet." I smiled, trying to lighten his mood.

"If you're Cinderella, shouldn't you become a servant at midnight?" he teased, his tension easing slightly.

"I'm not Cinderella. I'm the carriage, sturdy and dependable," I shot back, earning a genuine laugh from him.

We drove to his office building, the city lights streaming past our windows. Liam handled the video call professionally, introducing me to Blake, who offered warm congratulations on our marriage. After resolving the business crisis, Liam ended the call and found me sprawled on the leather sofa, my heels kicked off.

"My feet are killing me," I groaned, wiggling my toes.

"You're carrying our child now. You need to take things easier, especially in those heels." Liam settled beside me, gently lifting my feet onto his lap.

His strong hands began working magic on my sore arches and toes. I melted into the sofa cushions, my eyes drifting closed as waves of relief washed over me. Soft moans of contentment escaped my lips as his skilled fingers found every tender spot.

"I'm not planning to limit myself to just your feet, angel," Liam murmured, his voice dropping to that husky tone that made my pulse race.

He helped me stand, his hands reverent as he slowly removed each piece of my clothing. When I was completely bare, he guided me back to the sofa, his eyes drinking in every curve of my body like a man dying of thirst.

Liam resumed his foot massage, but now his gaze roamed freely over my exposed skin. I stretched one leg out while bending the other, my knee raised. His hand traveled upward, gently pressing my leg wider, opening me completely to his hungry stare. The evidence of my arousal glistened between my thighs.

My nipples hardened into tight peaks under his intense scrutiny, silently begging for his touch. Heat pooled low in my belly, building like pressure in a volcano ready to erupt. Liam's hands moved to my neck, his fingers working the tense muscles there, drawing another satisfied moan from my lips.

"Turn over for me, angel," he commanded softly.

When I complied, he positioned a small cushion beneath my rounded belly. His palms cupped my bottom, kneading and caressing with deliberate slowness. Electric currents shot through my nerve endings as his thumbs traced the sensitive cleft between my cheeks, venturing lower to brush against my most intimate places.

I couldn't stand the sweet torture any longer. Rolling onto my back, I spread my legs wide, draping one over the sofa back in blatant invitation. Liam fought for control, returning his attention to massaging my foot resting on his thigh.

Sitting sideways to face me, his hands began a slow journey from my ankles to my knees, his grip firm and possessive. When he reached my inner thighs, my entire body trembled with anticipation. Every muscle tensed under his touch as he maintained that maddening, gentle pressure.

Desperate for more stimulation, I cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers while he watched with dilated pupils. My back arched as pleasure sparked through me, a low moan vibrating in my throat.

Liam remained motionless except for his eyes, which tracked every movement of my hands with laser focus. Almost imperceptibly, his palms slid higher up my thighs until he reached their junction. While I continued pleasuring my breasts, he began massaging around my sex, his touch firm and deliberate against my swollen flesh.

My body responded instantly, contracting and pulsing with need. I rolled my hips in rhythm with his caresses, chasing the building sensation. Liam leaned down, pressing his lips to my heated skin just above my mound. His warm breath against my belly made me writhe beneath him, my hands never ceasing their work on my breasts.

Before I could reach my peak, Liam covered my body with his own, supporting his weight on his forearms as he captured my mouth in a searing kiss. Our tongues danced together as he maneuvered us both onto our sides, spooning me from behind.

I felt his hardness pressing against my bottom as he abandoned my lips to trail kisses along my nape. His hands claimed my breasts, drawing a sharp gasp from my throat. He lavished attention on my peaked nipples, rolling and pinching them until waves of sensation shot straight to my core.

Liam lifted my top leg, draping it over his hip to open me completely. My body wept with desire, clenching desperately around emptiness. His fingers found my slick heat, stroking from my entrance to my sensitive bundle of nerves with feather-light touches that had me begging for more against his lips.

I was drowning in sensation, my arousal coating my inner thighs, but he wanted to prolong my torment. When his hand moved back to my breasts, I grabbed his wrist and pressed his palm against my aching center, silently pleading. My other hand reached behind me to wrap around his hard length, earning a sharp intake of breath.

Turning to face him, I kept my thighs spread wide, one leg hooked over his hip. I guided his swollen tip to my entrance, rubbing him against my slick folds as our mouths fused together. Inch by delicious inch, he filled me completely while my breasts pressed against his chest.

A deep sigh escaped me as his impressive size stretched me to my limits. I pressed closer, crushing my breasts against him as he thrust upward, each stroke hitting spots that made me cry out with pleasure.

My body welcomed him greedily, trying to take every inch of his considerable length and girth. The sound of our joining filled the office as he claimed me with increasing intensity.

Tension coiled tight in my core, warning of my approaching climax. My moans grew louder, more desperate, as incoherent pleas spilled from my lips. The explosion hit me with devastating force, my inner walls clamping down around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over me.

As I trembled through the aftershocks, Liam continued moving slowly inside me, building toward another peak. A series of smaller releases followed, each one making me grip him tighter.

"I'm not finished with you yet, angel," he whispered against my ear before increasing his pace to a punishing rhythm.

Sometimes he would withdraw almost completely before slamming back into me, reaching impossible depths. His raw words of possession and praise in my ear pushed me toward an even more intense climax.

"Come for me, angel. Feel how your man fills you completely. You love this, don't you? Love how I stretch you, how I make you fall apart."

His explicit whispers combined with his relentless thrusts shattered my control completely. I screamed his name as the most powerful orgasm of my life tore through me. My body convulsed around him, milking him as he surrendered to his own release with a roar of satisfaction.

We collapsed together, limbs tangled and hearts racing. Even after such intensity, he remained hard inside me. Liam began moving again, this time with slow, loving strokes while murmuring endearments against my lips. Soon he brought me to one final, gentle climax before finding his own release.

Utterly spent, I curled into his embrace as he told me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me. Sleep claimed me instantly, safe in the arms of my beloved.

Dawn light was streaming through the office windows when we finally stirred. Liam drove me back to my apartment before returning to Damian's house, promising to collect me later for our meeting with the priest.

Before I entered the building, he pulled me close for a lingering kiss that made my knees weak.

"I love you beyond measure, my angel. I can hardly wait for the first day of our forever," he said with a radiant smile, and I knew he meant our wedding day.

I reluctantly left his warm embrace and walked into the building, already missing his presence.