Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- conversations instead of discussing global finance or case law. Luckily, the two kids helped keep time moving along. Finally, around eleven, everyone started heading out. Aaron tucked Leo into bed, then headed back upstairs. Just as he walked into the bedroom, Clara was about to step into the bathroom. He stepped in after her. "Let's shower together." Clara's gaze turned teasing. She batted her lashes, then pressed a soft hand against his chest and purred, "In your dreams. Go shower downstairs. And don't dawdle." That soft touch sent a jolt straight through Aaron's chest.

His breath caught. His nerves buzzed like live wires. He couldn't take it anymore. Without a word, he leaned in and kissed her. Finally-after a whole day of waiting-he got a taste of the sweetness he'd been craving. Her lips were soft, warm, and intoxicating. He ---- let out a low groan as his tongue sought hers, teasing, coaxing, deepening the kiss. Their breath quickened. Their skin heated. Their bodies pressed impossibly close. In no time, Clara's hand had slipped up to his neck. The nightgown she'd been holding? Gone. Somewhere on the floor.

She stood on tiptoe, her eyes fluttering half-closed, cheeks flushed, her kiss full of heat and longing. Her soft curves melted against his chest with perfect ease-no space left between them. Aaron's muscles tensed as his hands instinctively explored her. Clara had turned to liquid in his arms. She could barely stay upright. Her dress was a wrinkled mess, and her whole body clung to him like she never wanted to let go. Just as Aaron's hand brushed across her bare skin, Clara suddenly caught his wrist. He looked down at her, panting, his eyes dark with desire. "What is it?" his gaze asked.

---- Still gasping, Clara leaned her forehead against his chest. After five seconds, she looked up and whispered, "Shower." Aaron stared at her flushed face, those kiss-swollen lips, and nearly lost his mind. His arms tightened around her waist. His voice dropped, low and gravelly. "Then how about we shower... after we're done here?" Clara's tone was soft but firm. "No. Go. Now." He groaned. But this time, he didn't argue. He stepped away, grabbed his sleepwear, and bolted downstairs. Three steps at a time, he flew to the guest bathroom.

Ice-cold water poured down, but it barely made a dent in the fire raging inside him. He couldn't close his eyes-every time he did, all he saw was her. Once done, he noticed the faint stubble on his chin. If Clara noticed, she'd absolutely call him out. So he took the razor and gave himself a close, careful shave. Then he checked the mirror ---- for any missed spots. Perfect. He was just about to sprint back upstairs when his phone rang. It was Grandpa. At this hour? Aaron picked up. "Grandpa? Why are you still awake?" Maverick chuckled. "Old age, kiddo. Can't sleep much anymore.

Thought of you before bed, so I gave you a call." Aaron cut straight to the point. "Is everything okay?" Maverick replied, "Nothing serious. Just heard you got married. Wanted to make sure it was true." Aaron admitted, "Yeah, it's true." Maverick's tone turned disapproving. "You know, we're family. A wedding's a big deal. You couldn't even give us a heads-up?" Aaron stayed cool. "I'm not a child anymore. I handle my own affairs." ---- Maverick grumbled, "At least bring her by sometime. People talk, you know.

It's embarrassing-your own family hasn't even met your wife..." And then came the lecture. Long and relentless. Normally, Aaron would've brushed it off with a few polite phrases. But tonight? Every second on this call felt like it was robbing him of something precious. Do you have any idea what's waiting for me upstairs right now?! "Tl think about it. You should rest-it's late." And without waiting for a reply, he hung up. Even so, that little detour had cost him ten more minutes. He checked his phone.

A message from Clara-sent five minutes ago: "Are you done yet?" Attached: a picture of a little square packet. Aaron's blood pressure shot straight through the ---- roof. His whole body practically lit up with excitement. He took the stairs three at a time. His long legs covered the entire flight in seconds. He reached the master bedroom door-Wait. It was closed? He distinctly remembered leaving it open when he left. Aaron reached for the handle. It didn't budge. What the hell? She'd just texted him. Told him to hurry. So what now?