Chapter 191 - Mutilated Dolls and Security Lockdown
Hazel's POV
I drifted back to consciousness sprawled across the leather couch in Liam's office, his expensive suit jacket draped over my bare legs like a blanket. The memory of what we'd just done sent heat flooding through me again. He'd taken me apart completely, leaving me boneless and satisfied in the aftermath of our passionate encounter.
My eyes found him seated behind his mahogany desk, looking every inch the powerful CEO as he reviewed documents with laser focus. His crisp white shirt and charcoal vest gave him an air of complete professionalism, as if he hadn't just been buried deep inside me minutes ago. The way he absently touched his lips while reading made my pulse quicken all over again. God, he was devastating.
Those piercing blue eyes lifted to meet mine, and his smile could have powered half of Brooklyn. My heart did that familiar flip it always did when he looked at me like that.
