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“Liam, please, you can’t keep doing this to me, I whispered, my voice breaking despite my efforts to sound strong.
God, how I wanted him. The need was a living thing inside me, clawing at my chest with desperate fingers. His arm tightened around my waist while his other hand traced lazy patterns on my thigh, each touch leaving trails of fire in its wake.
He had destroyed my trust with his accusations. He had chosen to believe the worst of me when I needed his faith most. How could I open myself up to that kind of
devastation again?
I shifted unconsciously on his lap and felt the unmistakable evidence of his arou pressing against me. The intimate contact sent liquid fire racing through my veins, my underwear growing embarrassingly damp as my body betrayed every logical reason to push him away.
Hazel’s POV
His voice had dropped to that low, gravelly tone that always made my knees weak. The promises fell from his lips like whispered prayers, each word chipping away at my carefully constructed walls. We kissed again with the desperation of drowning souls, our mouths moving together in a dance as old as time itself.
Unable to resist any longer, I pulled him down for another kiss, pouring every ounce of love and longing into the connection between us. Liam responded with equal passion, a low groan rumbling in his chest as our tongues tangled together. His kisses were like a drug I couldn’t quit, more addictive than any substance known to man.
My chest rose and fell rapidly as I struggled to slow my racing pulse. When I finally opened my eyes, tears were streaming down my cheeks unbidden. The weight of our complicated history pressed down on me like a physical force.
The conference room had gradually emptied as board members filed out, leaving behind only scattered papers and the lingering scent of expensive cologne. Liam remained seated at the head of the mahogany table, his powerful frame motionless as he watched the last few executives disappear through the doorway. Once again, we found ourselves alone in this dangerous dance we couldn’t seem to escape.
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I moved toward my abandoned seat to collect my briefcase and notes, desperate to flee. before my resolve crumbled completely. But Liam was faster. His strong hands. captured my wrist, pulling me down onto his lap with the practiced case of a man accustomed to taking what he wanted. His arms encircled me like steel bands, trapping me against the solid wall of his chest.
The kiss stretched on, hot and wet and full of unspoken needs. It was slow and thorough, Liam taking his time to savor every response he coaxed from my willing lips.
When we finally broke apart, both gasping for air, I kept my eyes squeezed shut as I
fought me semblance of control
For one reckless moment, I forgot everything. The betrayal, the accusations, the sleepless nights crying into my pillow. My body remembered only him, only this fire that no other man had ever ignited within me. I kissed him back with equal fervor, my hands fisting in his expensive silk tie.
“You have no idea how much I’ve been going insane without you,” he breathed against the sensitive shell of my car, his voice rough with barely contained longing.
Staying there another moment would have been my complete undoing.
“Liam. I sobbed, my voice barely audible through my tears. “You destroyed me. The things you said, the way you looked at me. Is,
can’t-”
Liam’s thumbs traced gentle paths across my damp skin, wiping away each tear with infinite tenderness. He pressed soft kisses to my closed eyelids, his touch so loving it made my heart ache with fresh pain.
Every nerve in my body screamed warnings, but my treacherous heart hammered against my ribs at his proximity. The familiar scent of his cologne mixed with something uniquely Liam threatened to undo months of careful emotional barriers.
“Please, Hazel,
an intensity, on’t keep doing this to us,” he countered, his violet eyes burning with
an intensity that made my breath catch.
He pressed me closer against his chest, so tight I could feel his heartbeat thundering beneath my palm. A soft moan escaped my lips as heat pooled low in my belly, my body awakening to his touch like a flower turning toward the sun. Every rational thought dissolved under the assault of sensation.
When I looked at him again, I saw moisture glistening in his own violet eyes. The raw
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anguish etched across his handsome features was unmistakable. He was suffering just as much as I was, trapped in this impossible situation of our own making.
He broke the kiss just long enough to speak against my swollen lips, his breathing ragged. “Do you feel what you do to me? Do you see how much your body craves mine too? Give me one more chance, Hazel. I swear on my life that I’ll spend every day proving I deserve your love.”
“Please, my love, forgive me. Come back to me, Liam pleaded against my forehead, his voice breaking on a sob. “Without you in my life, I’m nothing but empty space and regret.”
Tears continued to fall as we kissed, and I couldn’t tell which belonged to him and which were mine. They mingled between us like the salt of our shared sorrow, a physical manifestation of the pain we both carried.
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I couldn’t finish the sentence. The words were too painful to speak aloud. Instead, I scrambled off his lap with clumsy movements, my legs unsteady beneath me. Without looking back, I fled from the room, leaving behind my belongings and the man who still owned every piece of my broken heart.
Seeing him like this, so vulnerable and broken, shattered something deep inside my chest. The powerful CEO who commanded boardrooms and billion–dollar deals was reduced to a man begging for redemption. But the wounds he’d inflicted still bled freely in my heart.
My fingertips traced the familiar planes of his face, memorizing every beloved detail. His strong jaw, the slight scar above his left eyebrow from a childhood accident, the way his dark lashes cast shadows on his cheekbones. Those mesmerizing violet eyes that had captured my heart from the very first moment gazed directly into my soul. Before I could protest further, his mouth claimed mine with a hunger that stole my rational thought. His tongue swept past my lips in a devastating exploration that was both achingly slow and desperately urgent. The kiss tasted of coffee and memories, of passion and heartbreak intertwined.
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