19 More Delicious Than Chocolate Cake
Liam’s POV
I sat at my desk, tapping my pen against the polished mahogany surface. The chocolate cake I’d taken from Hazel’s desk sat half–finished in front of me. My mind kept drifting to her flushed face, the way her green eyes had flashed with indignation when I admitted to stealing her
dessert.
A knock on
my office door interrupted my thoughts.
“Come in,” I called, straightening my tic.
Hazel entered, holding several files. She wore a guarded expression, but the slight pink tinge on her cheeks betrayed her. The gift bag I’d given her was clutched in her other hand.
“The Harrison files you requested, Mr. Sterling, she said, her voice coolly professional.
“Thank you, Ms. Vance! I gestured to the chair across from me. “Please, sit. We should discuss the quarterly projections.”
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She hesitated before taking a seat, placing the files on my desk. Her posture was rigid,
defensive.
“I see you haven’t finished my cake,” she remarked, eyeing the plate.
“Our cake, I corrected with a smirk. “Would you like some?”
Before she could answer, I cut a small piece with my fork and held it out to her. Her eyes widened slightly.
“That’s highly inappropriate, Mr. Sterling”
“It’s just cake, Hazel.” I leaned forward. “Open.”
She glared at me, but something flickered in her eyes–a challenge accepted. Slowly, she parted her lips. I slid the fork into her mouth, watching as her lips closed around it.
“Delicious, isn’t it?” I asked, my voice dropping lower.
She swallowed, her throat moving gracefully, “Yes. It was delicious. When it was mine.”
“I see you brought my gift; I nodded toward the bag she’d placed beside her chair.
“About that…” She reached down and pulled out the black lace thong. “This is your idea of a peace offering?”
A replacement. For what was… damaged.”
She fingered the delicate material. “And you just happened to know my size?”
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“I’m observant,” I shrugged, watching her carefully.
“I bet you are.” She stood suddenly, the panties dangling from her finger. “Would you like to see how observant you really are, Mr. Sterling?”
My breath caught. “What are you doing?”
Without breaking eye contact, Hazel reached under her skirt. My heart thundered in my chest as I realized what was happening. She was removing her underwear, right there in my office.
“Hazel,” I warned, my voice hoarse.
She ignored me, sliding her pantics down her legs and stepping out of them. She tucked them into her blazer pocket, then picked up the black lace ones I’d given her.
“You bought these for me to wear,” she said matter–of–factly. “So I’ll wear them.”
I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. She lifted her skirt just enough to slide one foot, then the other through the lace openings. The fabric slid up her thighs, disappearing beneath her skirt.
“There,” she said, smoothing her skirt down. “A perfect fit. You really are observant.”
I gripped the edge of my desk, my knuckles turning white. The power dynamic had shifted completely. I’d meant to tease her, to maintain control. Instead, she’d turned my game against
- me.
“Come here, I commanded, finding my voice at last.
A small smile played at her lips as she rounded my desk. Before she could react, I pulled her onto my lap.
“You think you’re clever, don’t you?” I growled against her ear.
“I think you underestimated me,” she replied, her breath quickening.
I ran my hand along her thigh, feeling the smooth skin above her stockings. “These panties look better on you than I imagined.”
She tried to maintain her composure, but I felt her tremble under my touch. “Is this appropriate behavior for a CEO, Mr. Sterling?”
“Nothing about us is appropriate, Hazel. I pushed her skirt higher, exposing the black lace against her skin. “You knew exactly what you were doing just now.”
I traced the lace edge of the panties, feeling her breath hitch. Her hands gripped my shoulders, neither pushing me away nor pulling me closer.
“Tell me to stop, I challenged.
Her eyes met mine, defiant and hungry. “No.”
That single word broke whatever restraint I had left. I captured her mouth with mine, tasting
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chocolate and the sweetness that was uniquely hers. She responded instantly, her lips parting
for me.
My hand slid higher, brushing against her through the lace. She gasped into my mouth, her hips moving instinctively.
“Is this what you wanted?” I murmured against her lips. “To drive me crazy?”
“Maybe,” she admitted, her voice breathy.
I stroked her more deliberately, feeling her heat through the thin fabric. “You’re playing with fire, Hazel”
Her head fell back as I pressed harder. “So are you.”
I watched her face, mesmerized by every flicker of pleasure. Her eyes were half–closed, her lips parted. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“Do you want me to make you come?” I asked, my voice rough with need.
She nodded, beyond words now.
“Say it,” I insisted. “Tell me what you want.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.
I increased the pressure, the pace, watching as she climbed higher. When her breathing became erratic, her movements desperate, I stopped.
Her eyes flew open in confusion. “Liam?”
I smiled slowly, removing my hand. “Not yet.”
“What?” Frustration colored her tone.
I lifted her off my lap, setting her on her feet. “When you come for me, Hazel, it won’t be in my office with your clothes on.”
She stared at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “You bastard.”
“When you’re ready to beg for it, let me know. I picked up the fork and took another bite of cake. “This really is delicious.”
Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “You think this is funny?”
“I think it’s necessary” I straightened my tie. “Now, I need those market analysis reports by five.”
For a moment, she looked like she might throw something at me. Then, gathering what remained of her dignity, she smoothed her skirt and stepped away from my desk.
“Is that all, Mr. Sterling?” Her voice was ice.
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“For now.” I watched her carefully. “But Hazel?”
She paused at the door, not turning around.
“Those panties? Keep them on. Consider it a reminder of what’s waiting for you when you’re ready to admit what you want.”
She yanked the door open and slammed it behind her. I leaned back in my chair, my body still tight with unfulfilled desire.
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A few minutes later, my office door opened without a knock. Damian walked in, his
raised.
“What the hell did you do?” he asked. “Hazel just stormed past my office looking like she might
commit murder”
shrugged, trying to appear casual. “Just establishing boundaries.”
Damian dropped into the chair across from me. “Boundaries? She looked like she wanted to set you on fire.”
“She’s frustrated.”
“Obviously.” He eyed me skeptically. “But so are you, judging by that death grip on your pen.”
I looked down, realizing I was clutching my pen hard enough to snap it. I set it down carefully.
“She’ll come around, I insisted.
Damian laughed. “You really don’t get it, do you? I just saw that woman’s face. Whatever game. you’re playing? She’s planning her revenge right now!”
“She can try,” I said confidently.
“Your funeral, man. Damian stood up. “Word of advice? Lock your door tonight. She might
return with scissors.”
As he left, I picked up my fork and took another bite of cake. It didn’t taste nearly as sweet as Hazel had.
