The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife

Hazel's POV

I awakened to the sensation of being completely enveloped by warmth and strength. Liam's chest rose and fell beneath my cheek, our bodies tangled together in the most intimate way possible. His arms formed a protective circle around me, skin against skin, exactly as he had insisted the night before when he refused to let me reach for my nightgown.

"Good morning, my angel." His voice rumbled through his chest as his lips pressed against the crown of my head.

I lifted my gaze to meet his, marveling at how devastatingly attractive he looked even in these first moments of consciousness. "How is it possible that you look this incredible when you first wake up?"

His mouth curved into that smile that never failed to make my heart skip as he drew me up for a tender kiss. "Good morning, my love."

"Say that again," he murmured against my lips, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"What, that you look incredible? Because you're absolutely the most gorgeous man I've ever laid eyes on." I couldn't help but grin at his obvious fishing for compliments.

"I enjoy hearing that too, but I meant the other part," he persisted, his voice taking on that playful tone I adored.

"Good morning?" I pretended confusion, enjoying this little game between us.

"Are you being deliberately obtuse with me, angel?"

"Maybe just a tiny bit. My love."

The moment those words left my lips, his entire face transformed with pure joy. In one fluid movement, he rolled me beneath him, bracing himself on his forearms as he gazed down into my eyes with an intensity that made my breath catch.

"You have absolutely no comprehension of the happiness you bring me, how perfect it feels to wake up with you in my arms, how completely I adore you. You are everything to me, Hazel. I want this every single day for the rest of our lives."

His mouth claimed mine with a passion that started gentle but quickly intensified. His tongue swept past my lips, and I melted into him completely, addicted to the unique taste that was purely Liam. I could feel his arousal pressing against me, hard and insistent, making me gasp with sudden need.

His lips blazed a trail down my throat, leaving a path of fire in their wake. When he reached my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth with reverent attention, I had to bite back a cry of pleasure.

"You need to be quiet, beautiful. Leo is sleeping just down the hall," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

My heart swelled hearing him refer to my son with such natural affection, as if Leo had always been part of his world.

He lavished attention on my other breast while his fingers continued their torment on the first. Every touch sent lightning through my veins, and I struggled to remain silent as he worshipped my body with devoted intensity.

His mouth began a slow descent, pressing heated kisses across my stomach. When he settled between my thighs, his lips found the sensitive skin there, kissing and teasing until I was trembling with anticipation. He traced his nose along my most intimate places, and his groan of appreciation made me flush with heat.

"You smell incredible, angel. You taste even better. So beautiful, so perfect, so responsive. It drives me absolutely wild to touch you like this."

When his tongue finally found me, I nearly came apart immediately. He used his mouth with expert precision, alternating between gentle and demanding, building my pleasure with methodical intensity. One finger joined his mouth, then another, and I found myself moving against him desperately, my hands fisted in his hair.

The climax hit me like a tidal wave, and he captured my cry with his palm, letting me ride out every pulse of pleasure while he continued his ministrations.

He kissed his way back up my body, every touch making my oversensitive skin sing. When he reached my mouth, I could taste myself on his lips, and the intimacy of it made me dizzy with want.

I felt him positioned at my entrance, teasing me with shallow movements that made me ache for more. His kisses grew more passionate as he held himself back, clearly enjoying my growing desperation.

"Tell me exactly what you want, beautiful," he commanded in that rough voice that made my toes curl.

"I want all of you. Now."

"As you wish."

He filled me in one powerful thrust that left me gasping and complete. For a moment, we simply stayed connected, adjusting to the perfection of being joined. Then he began to move with slow, deliberate strokes that built a friction so exquisite I could barely think.

"More, Liam. Please, I need more."

He responded by increasing his rhythm, each thrust deeper and more demanding than the last. I could feel every inch of him, the stretch and fullness exactly what my body craved. I tightened around him instinctively, drawing a groan from his throat.

"So eager for me, angel. So perfect," he breathed against my ear.

When my second climax approached, he sealed his mouth over mine, swallowing every sound as my body contracted around him in waves of pure bliss. The sensation pushed him over the edge, and he buried himself deep as he found his own release.

We remained connected, breathing hard and trembling from the intensity. Eventually, he withdrew carefully and pulled me against his chest, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my back.

"I love you beyond measure, Hazel. Promise me you won't disappear from my life again."

"I love you too, Liam. So very much."

After lingering in each other's arms, we shared a shower that involved more touching than actual cleaning, then made our way to check on Leo.

In the kitchen, Chloe and Noah were already settled with their morning coffee.

"There's my precious godson!" Chloe immediately scooped Leo into her arms, showering him with affection.

"Godmommy, Liam is driving me to school today!" Leo announced with pure excitement.

"This man is playing dirty," Noah complained with mock offense. "We hadn't finished negotiating custody arrangements."

"Too late. I'm taking my boy this morning," Liam declared with a triumphant smile, casually taking my coffee mug as if he owned it.

"Don't get too comfortable, charmer. We're handling pickup duty and taking him to your place afterward. Then we'll see who wins," Chloe shot back with a challenging grin.

"Dear God, you're all going to completely spoil my child with this constant competition for his attention," I said, pressing my palm to my forehead as all three of them smiled without a trace of shame, clearly planning exactly that outcome.

After dropping Leo at daycare, Liam brought up a topic I should have seen coming.

"Vera, I'll wait while you speak with Adrian before we head to the office."

"Speak to Adrian about what?" I asked, though something in his tone made me suspicious.

"About your resignation so you can return to work with me," he said as if this were already a settled matter.

"Since when did I agree to work for you again?" I stared at him in disbelief.

"The moment you came back to me. It's a package deal, Hazel. I refuse to spend entire days separated from you."

"Liam, I am not returning to work at your company. I'm perfectly content at Apex."

"This is going to happen, one way or another. You might as well make it simple for both of us."

"You honestly believe I would go back to that office after everything I endured there? Every time I walked into your office and saw that couch, I would remember finding you with someone else. Absolutely not, Liam. Things are fine the way they are."

The painful memories I had worked so hard to process would come flooding back if I returned to Collective Sterling. I couldn't subject myself to that.

"Vera, I cannot function properly when we're apart. I need you as my assistant. You're absolutely perfect for the position, and you belong at my side. Please?" He gave me such an adorable pleading expression that I almost wavered.

"I love you, but I will not be returning to work for you," I said with finality.

"We shall see about that, Hazel. We shall see," he replied as he parked outside the Apex building.

We exchanged goodbye kisses, and I headed inside, knowing this conversation was far from over.