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

---- was a sleeping beauty. That irresistible woman was sound asleep, and he couldn't help but feel a little deflated. When are we gonna use those condoms I bought at the convenience store last time? he thought ruefully. After washing up, he pulled back the covers and settled in. Not long after, that soft, supple body shifted, instinctively curling close to him for warmth. Her pale hand wrapped naturally around his waist, her warm breath puffed against his chest, and her gentle body pressed against his stomach.

Her thin nightgown did nothing to slow the desire building inside Aaron, and where her thigh pressed against him, he instantly stiffened. Damn it! How am I supposed to sleep like this? His mind spun as two little voices argued inside his head: Emotion said, "You're a man-you can't just hold back." Reason replied, "It's only a matter of time. Stay calm, stay calm." Emotion argued, "She's teasing you-that means she wants it too!" ---- Reason said, "She's all talk. If it got real, she'd run. You're just a momentary impulse to her." Emotion pressed, "What if she actually does want it?

You gotta give her an out." The mental fight gave him a headache. Aaron started reciting the legal code to distract himself-The Code, Part One, Chapter One, Article One... But no sooner had he started than her thigh brushed against him again, totally wrecking his focus. Aaron turned to feel her soft warmth, lowered his head, and kissed her lips. The kiss deepened and softened in waves-lips and teeth entwined, tongues tracing every wet curve. His fingers slipped beneath her nightgown, tracing the curves of her body, eager to tempt her into losing themselves together.

Clara nearly gasped for air, breath quickening as she tilted her head and pulled back just a bit, her eyes half-open and glazed with longing. Her pale cheeks flushed crimson, tears glistened at the corners of her eyes, and she whispered, "What are you doing?" Though it sounded like a question, her tone was more a sultry murmur. Aaron said, "Aren't you the one who called me home?" ---- Clara replied, "I just worried you'd be too tired from overtime and wanted you to come home early and rest." Aaron grabbed her hand. "I want to rest, too, but it won't let me.

You started the fire-you gotta put it out." Clara sobered a bit, feeling a twinge of regret-why had she been so playful, teasing him? Trying to change the subject, she asked, "Was working overtime tiring?" Aaron's voice dropped low, "Yeah. Exhausting. Rough." She knew he was secretly hoping she wouldn't run off after teasing him, so he didn't let up-his hands still exploring her waist. Clara squirmed, tempted but holding back. She was waiting for a special day, wanting their first time to be unforgettable. But she wasn't without tricks.

She flipped over and sat on his hips, whispered close to his ear, nibbling his earlobe. Her hands started stirring mischief on his body, breath hot in his ear: "Honey, you've worked hard. Let me give you a massage..." Dr. Clara's massage this time was totally different from last time. Last time was from behind, but this time she worked from the front-and for twice as long. The big lawyer ---- was very pleased. The next morning, Clara woke up to a quiet room.

Pulling back the curtains, she spotted a note stuck to her vanity mirror: "At the office in the morning, back in the afternoon to be with you. Love, Aaron." Clara got goosebumps. So cheesy! But she loved it. She couldn't help but smile, carefully folded the note, and tucked it into a jewelry box. This was his very first love letter.