The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife novel Chapter 129

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His hands were everywhere–tangling in my hair, sliding down my back, gripping my hips to pull me against him. I felt his hardness pressing into my stomach, evidence of how much he wanted me.

Hazel’s POV

“Don’t be.” I started gathering my things, desperately needing to escape his presence. “I’m fine.”

“Not what? Not true? Because from where I’m standing, it seems pretty

straightforward.”

“I need to go.”

Forever. But how could forever exist between us now?

“God, Hazel,” he groaned against my lips. “I’ve been dying without you.”

Tears filled my eyes. “But I’m not yours, Liam. I can’t be.”

He entered me in one powerful thrust, filling me completely. We both froze for a moment, overwhelmed by the sensation of being joined again after so long.

Liam gently lowered me to my feet, both of us wincing at the separation. Silence hung between us as we straightened our clothing, the enormity of what we’d done settling over us like a heavy blanket.

“I’m sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “I needed everyone to know you’re mine.”

I didn’t need to look up. My body knew who it was before my mind did.

“Hazel, please.” His voice was rough with emotion. “Just talk to me.”

I backed away, bumping against the wall: “We can’t keep doing this. Owen saw us. People are talking.”

Instead, my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as I returned his kiss with equal fervor.

“Are you?” His hand caught mine, stopping my movements. “Because I’m not.”

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“Working late again?”

“We shouldn’t,” I gasped as his lips moved to my neck.

“I’ll walk you to your car.”

We stayed locked together, breathing heavily, bodies trembling with aftershocks. Reality slowly crept back in as our heartbeats calmed.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his forehead pressed against mine. “You feel like home.”

Then he began to move, setting a relentless pace that had me clinging to his shoulders. Each thrust drove me higher, the familiar coil of pleasure building low in my belly.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Just a few more reports,” I muttered, rubbing my tired eyes.

His mouth found my breast through my lace bra, teeth grazing my nipple through the fabric. I cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders.

I couldn’t respond through my tears. I slid into my car, allowing Sterling Group’s driver to take me home. As we pulled away, I caught a glimpse of Liam in my rearview mirror

standing alone in the garage, watching me leave.

At my car, he pulled me close one last time, pressing his lips to my forehead.

I shook my head, reaching past him to restart the elevator. “I can’t.”

In seconds, buttons went flying as he tore open my blouse. My hands weren’t gentler, yanking at his shirt until I could touch his bare chest. We were frenzied, desperate, a month of separation culminating in this moment.

As I pulled it on, Liam’s fingers brushed against my neck. “I marked you.”

“I miss you,” he whispered. “I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t function without you.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Please, Liam.”

His face was inches from mine now. I could feel his breath on my lips, see the flecks of dark blue in his violet eyes.

I glanced up sharply. “How did you-”

“Liam, don’t…”

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I couldn’t. The words wouldn’t form. My body betrayed me, arching into his touch as his hands slid under my blouse.

“I can’t forget you,” he whispered fiercely. “I’ll love you

forever!”

“Tell me to stop then,” he challenged, nipping at my pulse point.

“What’s there to talk about?” I challenged, anger suddenly flaring. “Your fiancée is pregnant. End of story.”

“What are you doing?” I gasped.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his erection pressing against my entrance.

The office had emptied hours ago. Clock ticking past nine, I remained at my desk, drowning myself in work to avoid going home to an empty apartment. Chloe had taken Leo for a weekend sleepover, insisting I needed time to myself.

I touched the spot, feeling the tender bruise forming where he’d sucked at my skin.

Pain flashed across his face. “You know that’s not-

“No one else,” he said roughly, punctuating each word with a thrust. “Just you. Always you.”

My climax hit without warning, tearing a cry from my throat that Liam silenced with his mouth. He followed seconds later, groaning my name into my neck as he pulsed

inside me.

The soft ping of the elevator made me freeze. Security had strict orders–no one entered this floor after hours without clearance. I held my breath, listening to the steady footsteps approaching.

Five days had passed since the incident in my office. Five days of avoiding Liam’s eyes across conference rooms. Five days of ignoring his calls and texts. Five days of telling myself that what happened was a mistake that couldn’t be repeated.

“I have a cardigan in my bag,” I replied, voice equally quiet.

Liam stood in my doorway, his tie loosened, jacket discarded. His violet–blue eyes burned with an intensity that made my stomach clench.

(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature

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readers.)

I focused on my computer screen. “Actually, I was just leaving”

“Your blouse,” he said softly, looking at the torn fabric.

We left my office in silence, the tension between us thick enough to cut. The elevator doors opened with a soft chime. As soon as we stepped inside and the doors closed, something shifted in the air.

I stepped back, pain lancing through me. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

I grabbed my purse and headed for the door, but Liam shifted, blocking my path.

I tried to step around him, but his hand caught my wrist, gentle but firm.

Instead of answering, he turned to me, eyes dark with hunger. One month of separation, of longing, of wanting–it all erupted at once.

My resolve weakened. One week without him felt like drowning.

I didn’t protest as he lifted me, pressing me against the elevator wall. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. His fingers hooked into my panties, pushing them aside rather than removing them.

“Were you?” His voice dropped lower. “Or were you avoiding going home to an empty apartment?”

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