The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife novel Chapter 104

104 Chocolate Desires

104 Chocolate Desires

Hazel’s POV (1

The drive to Liam’s apartment was electric with tension. His hand rested on my thigh, fingers tracing slow circles that sent shivers up my spine. Neither of us spoke. We

didn’t need to.

When we arrived at his building, he handed his keys to the valet with barely a glance. His focus was entirely on me. The doorman nodded as we entered, but Liam seemed

not to notice.

In the elevator, he kept his distance. Just barely. His eyes roamed over me, hungry and

intense.

“What are you planning?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“You’ll see.” His words carried a promise that made my heart race.

When the doors opened to his penthouse, he surprised me by taking my hand and leading me past his living room, past his bedroom, toward a staircase I hadn’t noticed before.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere special.” He stopped at a steel door and punched in a code. “Close your

eyes.”

I hesitated only for a second before obeying. The sound of the door opening was followed by a rush of cool night air. He guided me forward, his hands steady on my

waist.

“Now open them.”

I gasped. We stood on the rooftop garden of his building. String lights twinkled overhead like stars. Potted palms and flowering plants created intimate pockets of greenery. In the center stood a large wooden table, surrounded by plush cushions.

“I didn’t know this was here,” I breathed, taking in the spectacular view of the city lights.

“Private access. Only for the penthouse.” He moved behind me, sweeping my hair aside

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to place a kiss on my neck. “And tonight, it’s just for us.”

His lips traced down to my shoulder as his hands skimmed my sides. “Do you trust me?” he whispered against my skin.

“Yes.” No hesitation.

His fingers found the zipper of my dress, slowly drawing it down. The night air kissed my exposed skin as the fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but black lace

underwear and heels.

Liam stepped back, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of me. “God, you’re

beautiful.”

I should have felt vulnerable, standing nearly naked under the night sky. Instead, I felt powerful. Desired. His gaze worshipped every inch of me.

He guided me to the wooden table, lifting me onto its smooth surface. From a hidden cooler, he produced a bottle and set it beside me.

“Chocolate syrup?” I laughed softly when I saw the label.

“I promised you dessert.” His smile was wicked as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. “And I always deliver.”

The moonlight carved shadows across his muscular chest as he undressed. I couldn’t look away. He was magnificent-powerful shoulders, taut stomach, strong thighs. When he stood naked before me, my breath caught.

“Like what you see?” he teased.

“Always.” I reached for him, but he caught my wrists.

“Not yet.” He unhooked my bra with expert hands, tossing it aside. “Tonight, I want to

savor you.”

He opened the chocolate bottle, drizzling the syrup in a thin line between my breasts, down to my navel. The cool liquid made me shiver.

“Perfect,” he murmured before leaning down to follow the sweet trail with his tongue.

I gasped, gripping the edge of the table as he licked and sucked, removing every trace of chocolate from my skin. His hands slid my panties down my legs, leaving me

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completely exposed to him.

“More?” he asked, holding up the bottle.

“More,” I breathed.

This time, he drizzled chocolate on my inner thighs, setting the bottle aside before kneeling between my legs. His eyes locked with mine as he began to feast.

“Liam!” I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair.

His tongue was relentless, pushing me higher and higher until I shattered, calling his name to the night sky. Before I could recover, he rose and positioned himself between my legs.

“I need you,” he growled, his voice rough with desire.

“Take me,” I urged him.

He entered me in one powerful thrust, filling me completely. The table beneath us creaked as he established a rhythm that had us both gasping. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“You’re mine,” he said against my lips. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I whispered. “Only yours.”

His pace quickened, each thrust more intense than the last. I clung to him, digging into his shoulders as pleasure built inside me again.

my

nails

“Come for me, Hazel,” he commanded, and my body obeyed.

I came undone beneath him, my release triggering his own. He called my name as he found his release, his body tensing before collapsing against mine.

For several minutes, we stayed locked together, our breathing slowly returning to normal. The night air cooled our heated skin.

“That was…” I couldn’t find the words.

“Just the beginning,” he promised, kissing me softly.

Later, wrapped in blankets he’d brought up, we lay on cushions beneath the stars. My head rested on his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear.

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“I love you,” he whispered into the darkness.

My heart swelled. “I love you too.”

“It scares me sometimes,” he admitted, his fingers tracing patterns on my back. “How much I love you.”

I lifted my head to look at him. “It scares me too.”

“Really?” His violet-blue eyes searched mine.

“Really. I’ve never felt this way before.” I touched his face, tracing the line of his jaw. “It’s overwhelming.”

He caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. “Good overwhelming or bad overwhelming?”

“Both. Terrifying and wonderful at the same time.” I smiled. “But I wouldn’t change it for anything”

He pulled me closer. “Neither would I.”

***

Monday morning arrived too soon. In my apartment, I rushed around getting ready while Leo ate breakfast with Mrs. Martinez, our neighbor who watched him before daycare.

“You look nice, Mommy,” Leo said through a mouthful of cereal.

“Thanks, baby.” I kissed the top of his head. “Remember, today you’re going to your new daycare.”

“With the jungle gym?” His eyes lit up.

“That’s right.”

Liam emerged from my bedroom, his hair still damp from the shower. He wore one of the suits he’d started keeping at my place, looking every inch the powerful CEO.

“Good morning, Leo.” He ruffled my son’s hair.

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