The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife

Liam's POV

I had barely started the video conference with our Shanghai partners when I noticed Hazel slipping through my office door, clicking the lock behind her. My attention immediately shifted to the silver tray in her hands, complete with steaming tea and that decadent chocolate cake I'd surprised her with this morning. My pulse quickened as realization dawned. She was planning another one of her little performances, wasn't she?

My mind raced back to three months ago when she'd pulled a similar stunt during another international call. The memory of her touching herself while I struggled to maintain professional composure still made my blood run hot.

She approached with that deceptively sweet smile, the one that always spelled trouble for my self-control. Setting the tray down beside my laptop, she poured the tea with deliberate precision. When she "accidentally" dropped the linen napkin, bending to retrieve it with an exaggerated arch of her back, I knew exactly what game we were playing.

The sight of her curves outlined perfectly in that fitted dress made my body respond immediately. Heat pooled low in my stomach as my focus completely abandoned the quarterly reports being discussed on screen.

This time, I wasn't going to let her leave me frustrated and distracted. While she moved to the opposite side of my desk, picking up the cake plate with theatrical innocence, I grabbed my phone and fired off a quick message to Damian.

"Technical difficulties on my end. Can you handle the presentation solo for a few minutes?"

His reply came back instantly with a thumbs up emoji. I switched off my camera and muted my microphone, leaving only the audio feed active so I could monitor the meeting without participating.

Hazel's first text arrived moments later, accompanied by her taking a deliberately slow bite of chocolate cake. "This dessert is absolutely divine."

I typed back quickly, "Nothing could be sweeter than you."

Her eyes met mine across the desk, blazing with mischief. She closed her eyes as she chewed, letting out a soft sound of appreciation that made my pants feel uncomfortably tight. This woman knew exactly how to unravel me, and she was enjoying every second of it.

The devilish smile spreading across her lips confirmed my suspicions. She took another bite, set the plate aside, and leaned back in the leather chair. With agonizing slowness, she lifted each leg to rest on the chair arms, revealing her complete lack of undergarments.

My fingers moved across the phone screen. "When did you decide to go without panties today?"

She read the message, her smile widening as she shook her head and responded. "Thought I'd save you the trouble of destroying another pair. Getting expensive to replace them all."

Despite my arousal, I had to suppress a laugh. I sent back, "But tearing them off is half the fun."

Hazel was clearly enjoying this power play. After reading my response, she typed back with obvious challenge in her expression. "I was planning a little show for my boss, but if you prefer, I can return to my office and get properly dressed."

She wasn't walking away from this, not after getting me so worked up. My reply was immediate and direct. "Are you really going to start something you can't finish?"

The spark in her green eyes told me I'd hit the right note. She tossed her phone onto the desk and wasted no time escalating our game. Her hands moved to the neckline of her dress, pulling it down to expose her breasts. One hand traveled between her legs while the other cupped and squeezed her exposed chest.

The sight of her pleasuring herself while I sat trapped in my business call was almost too much to bear. I found myself pressing against the confines of my suit pants, desperate for relief. Her fingers worked in slow circles, dipping lower before returning to tease and stroke.

Her face was flushed with arousal, lips slightly parted as she lost herself in the sensations. When she slipped a finger inside herself, my restraint finally snapped. I pushed back from the desk and crossed to her chair, spinning it to face me directly.

The confusion in her eyes as I abandoned my meeting was quickly replaced by understanding. I stood before her, her fingers still moving between her legs, and freed myself from my pants. Leaning down with my hands braced on the chair arms, I whispered against her ear, "This time I'm not just watching."

I gently removed her hand and replaced it with my mouth, tasting her arousal. The sweetness was intoxicating, better than any dessert could ever be. "Definitely sweeter than chocolate," I murmured against her skin.

I positioned myself at her entrance, sliding along her wetness in the same rhythm her fingers had maintained. She was burning hot and ready, her body responding to every touch with soft gasps and tremors.

"Tell me what you want, Hazel," I demanded, continuing to tease without giving her what she craved.

"Liam, your meeting," she protested weakly between moans.

"Forget the meeting. What do you want?" I pulled back slightly, making her chase the contact.

"Don't stop," she breathed. "I want you with me."

"I am with you. What else?" I kept up the maddening pace that wasn't quite enough.

"I want you inside me, completely."

"Then you'll have exactly that."

I positioned myself at her entrance and pressed forward slowly. She was perfect, completely open and willing, her legs draped over the chair arms in complete surrender. Her pupils were wide, the green of her irises dark with desire that matched my own intensity.

Looking into her eyes as I filled her completely, I felt that familiar sense of connection that went beyond the physical. This wasn't just about pleasure or release, it was about the complete joining of two people who belonged together. Every time we came together like this, it felt like coming home.

I began moving the way she'd asked for, deep and demanding, never breaking eye contact. The friction built between us like a flame catching dry wood. Energy seemed to flow back and forth between our bodies, creating a circuit of sensation that grew stronger with each movement.

I felt her inner muscles begin to flutter and tighten around me, signaling her approaching climax. The sensation was overwhelming, triggering my own release as I drove into her one final time, spilling myself deep inside her warmth.

We stayed connected as our breathing gradually returned to normal, small aftershocks still rippling through her body. Without separating, I gathered her in my arms and lifted her from the chair, carrying her to the office sofa where I could hold her properly and continue showing her exactly how much I'd missed her touch.