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

---- Chapter 96: Finally Together! Clara looked around at the sea of rose petals covering the room and laughed. "This looks like we're getting married today! When on earth did you prepare all this?" Aaron replied, "The petals were just for today. The rest? I've been preparing for over a month." Clara teased, "So, Mr. Big Shot, you had this all planned out?" "Didn't you remind me?" Aaron stepped closer, trying to pull her attention back to him. "Dreams are meant to be chased.

Who knows-sometimes they actually come true." Her lips were flushed and slightly swollen, looking soft and sweet like jelly. Her eyes sparkled, dark and glossy, practically drowning him. Aaron locked his gaze on her and murmured, "So tell me... do you think I can make my dream come true tonight?" ---- Seeing the hunger in his eyes, Clara couldn't meet his gaze. She giggled nervously, gave his chest a gentle shove, and whispered, "Stop it. I'm taking a shower." She grabbed the red nightdress lying on the pillow and walked toward the bathroom. Aaron's eyes followed the curve of her body.

Just as the door was about to close, Clara glanced back at him, her gaze playful and sultry. That one look sent a jolt of electricity through him, leaving his whole body tingling and his confidence soaring. He quickly shrugged off his jacket, loosened his tie, and pulled a small square box from his pocket, setting it on the nightstand. He wasn't sure if tonight was the night-but just in case. Then he grabbed his pajamas and headed to the guest bathroom for a quick shower. When he returned, Clara's bathroom door was still shut. He grew restless, stationed himself outside, and knocked.

"You done yet?" ---- Five minutes later, the door finally opened, and steam poured out, carrying the sweet scent of her body wash. From the mist, Clara appeared-wearing a bright red slip dress. Her skin was luminous, her figure curvy and alluring. The neckline plunged low, and droplets of water slid from her thick black hair down her slender neck, tracing a path along her body. Barefoot, she stepped onto the rose petals. Even her toes were gleaming like tiny pearls, making her look like a fairy who had just stepped out of a forest. Aaron swallowed hard.

She was so stunning it made his body ache. He couldn't stand back and admire her any longer. He swept her into his arms and laid her down on the bed. A sultry glint danced in Clara's eyes, but she still playfully pressed a hand to his chest, whispering, "My hair is still wet." Aaron's hands were already itching with impatience, his voice dropping to a husky growl. ---- "Tl dry it for you." He caged her between the vanity and his body, his fingers tangling in her damp hair as he worked. The warm air from the dryer mingled with his own breath, ghosting across the nape of her neck.

It was like the soft sweep of a feather against her skin, sending a delicious shiver through her entire body. She instinctively took half a step back, her hips bumping against the edge of the vanity. With just one arm, Aaron effortlessly lifted her onto it. The roar of the hairdryer became a natural shield, drowning out the helpless moans that escaped Clara's throat. Aaron's kisses were everywhere, a relentless, consuming storm. They pecked at the sensitive shell of her ear, claimed her soft lips, and then moved down to the frantic, burning pulse at her throat.

It was like a wildfire sweeping across a prairie, setting her entire body ablaze. Her breathing hitched, growing ragged with an