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

---- had never known the feeling. And now she realized-it was earth-shattering. Aaron hugged her tighter, his heart still surging with joy. He had waited for this for so long. At last, they had become each other's. But unlike Clara, Aaron wasn't tired at all. Stroking her back, he asked, "Want to wash up before we sleep?" Clara shook her head weakly. She only wanted to sleep. Aaron clipped up her damp hair, then carried her to the bathroom. Adjusting the water temperature, he let the warm spray wash over them both.

Clara kept her eyes closed the whole time, leaning limply against him, wishing only to finish quickly and go back to bed. But the soapy hand that was supposed to wash her body shifted, wandering boldly where it shouldn't... ---- Clara had never taken such an exhausting shower in her life. By the time she collapsed back into bed, even her toes refused to twitch. She had no idea when her hair had been dried or when the sheets and pillows had been changed.

When she finally opened her eyes again, sunlight had pierced through the clouds, shining through the curtains and scattering golden light across the crimson sheets. She stirred, and her body ached with soreness, like she'd overdone a workout. The memories of last night came flooding back, making her cover her face in embarrassment. Then she felt his body press up against her from behind. Clara froze. "Why aren't we wearing clothes?" A rough, sleepy voice rumbled behind her. "Too inconvenient." Clara tried to get up and reach for clothes.

But his hand clamped around her waist, ---- dragging her back. "Stop it-I'm starving!" Clara protested, trying to pry him off. Aaron chuckled darkly. "What a coincidence-I'm starving too." His hands began to wander again. Clara huffed, "Isn't it late already? Don't you have work?" Aaron said lazily, "Nope. I'm on marriage leave." Clara turned and tugged his ear. "Bad boss! How spoiled can you be? You've been married this long and you're still taking marriage leave?" Aaron pinned her down even tighter.

"You just admitted we've been married a long time-yet you still won't sleep with me?" Clara wriggled in protest. "I don't care. I'm getting up. Solve your own problem. You've survived all these years without a wife, haven't you?" Aaron growled, "But now I have a wife. I can't ---- just solve it myself anymore." The tug-of-war in the blankets only made the heat climb again. After last night's trial and error, Aaron had already discovered every one of her most sensitive spots...

By the time they finally got around to eating, breakfast and lunch had turned into one meal, right there in the bedroom. Afterward, Clara slipped into the bathtub, trying to soothe her aching body. When she came out, the rose petals were gone, and the bright red bedding had been changed to something softer. She sprawled across the bed, finally comfortable enough to drift into an afternoon nap. That nap lasted straight through to dinner. Clara couldn't help but suspect she had stumbled into a wolf's den. She had spent an entire day and two nights in the bedroom-or, more accurately, in that bed.