The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife novel Chapter 66

66 Passenger Seat Surrender

## Hazel’s POV

“You’re coming home with me,” Liam stated in a tone that left no room for negotiation, his violet-blue eyes intense as he led me toward his car.

“Liam, I don’t think-”

He cut me off with a kiss that made my toes curl. “We have lost time to make up for.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine. Despite everything that had happened, my body betrayed me, responding to his touch like a flower turning toward the sun. He opened the passenger door of his sleek black Aston Martin, and I slid inside, my short red dress riding up slightly.

Liam’s eyes darkened as he noticed. “That dress should be illegal.”

Once he was in the driver’s seat, he pulled me close for another kiss before starting the engine. This was madness. I should be furious with him for keeping his connection to Leo a secret. I had every right to walk away, but my resolve crumbled under his touch.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered against my lips.

“It’s only been a day,” I managed to say.

He chuckled. “A day too long.”

As we merged into traffic, Liam’s right hand left the steering wheel and landed on my thigh. My breath hitched.

“Liam, you’re driving.”

“I’m excellent at multitasking.” His hand crept higher, fingers playing with the hem of my dress. “Spread your legs for me, Hazel.”

“We’re in traffic,” I protested weakly.

“No one can see.” His voice dropped lower. “Give me this, sweetheart.”

My resistance was paper-thin. I shifted in my seat, parting my legs slightly. He

rewarded me with a smile that made my heart race.

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“Good girl”

His hand slid further up my thigh, leaving a trail of fire on my skin. I bit my lip to hold back a moan as his fingers brushed against the lace of my panties.

“Liam,” I breathed.

“Keep your eyes forward,” he instructed, expertly navigating the car with one hand. “Pretend everything is normal.”

Normal? There was nothing normal about the way his finger was now tracing the edge of my underwear, teasing me mercilessly.

“You’re already wet,” he observed, his voice rough with desire. “Is that for me?”

I couldn’t speak, could barely breathe as he pushed my underwear aside and slipped a finger inside me. My hips bucked involuntarily.

“Stay still,” he commanded. “We wouldn’t want to cause an accident.”

I gripped the edges of my seat as he added another finger, his thumb finding my most sensitive spot. The dual sensation was overwhelming.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Let go for me.”

I shook my head, trying desperately to maintain control. We were in his car, heaven’s sake, surrounded by other vehicles at a red light.

“Liam, please,” I begged, not sure if I was asking him to stop or continue.

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“Please what?” he asked, curling his fingers inside me in a way that made me see stars.

The light turned green, and we moved forward. His fingers kept their rhythm, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“I can’t,” I gasped.

“You can and you will.” His voice was firm but gentle. “Come for me, Hazel. Now.”

As if my body was programmed to obey him, the tension inside me shattered. I bit down on my lip hard to keep from crying out as pleasure washed over me in intense waves. Liam’s fingers continued their movement, drawing out my climax until I was trembling and oversensitive.

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“Beautiful,” he murmured, withdrawing his hand.

I watched, still panting, as he brought his fingers to his lips and tasted me. The sight was so erotic I felt desire pooling in my stomach again immediately.

“I’ve missed that taste,” he said, his eyes briefly meeting mine before returning to the road. “I’ve missed you.”

I struggled to steady my breathing, feeling both satisfied and desperate for more. My body hummed with residual pleasure while my mind raced to catch up.

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