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

---- said, voice trembling slightly. Aaron froze. Where on earth was he supposed to start? Seeing him flustered, Clara couldn't resist letting out a tiny giggle after three seconds. She shook off his hand and sprinted toward the room. "You told me to scare you!" Her laughter, clear as silver bells, echoed across the courtyard. Playing tricks on him? Aaron's breath hitched. He clenched his jaw, eyes darkening. His naughty wife needed a lesson. With a single long stride, he chased after her. "Looks like the big-shot lawyer has no principles!

Admitting guilt without even knowing why!" Clara shouted as she ran, weaving past flowerbeds and down the corridor, teasing him over her shoulder. She thought she'd make it fifty meters to the room safely, but her legs were no match for his. Just as she reached the living room, he intercepted her mid-run. Out of breath, clutching his shoulders, Clara hadn't even noticed her towel had slipped somewhere. The hot water had left her skin flushed and soft, like a ripe, juicy peach. ---- Her curves rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

Aaron slid an arm around her waist, his voice a low, husky rumble. "I hope you can keep this energy up all night, Clara." With that, he swept her off her feet and carried her toward the bedroom. "Honey, I apologize in advance for what I'm about to do." The words had barely left his lips when he bent Clara over the back of the sofa, his arms locking around her waist and trapping her completely. His restless hand glided up to her breast, his fingers capturing the taut peak and rolling it between them. His chin rested on her smooth shoulder, the rough stubble grazing her sensitive skin.

A hazy pink blush bloomed across Clara's body as Aaron gently parted her legs. His fingers, finding her slick with desire, teased the tender flesh there. His thick, hard cock breached her tight channel, and Clara deliberately buried her face in the sofa to muffle the sounds trying to escape her. Aaron chuckled at her little act of defiance. He placed his palm against her throat, gently lifting her upper body. The shift in angle drove his searing cock even deeper inside her, and she lowered her head, sinking her teeth into his index finger.

Aaron took the opportunity, sliding his finger past her ---- parted lips to feel her soft tongue flick against his sensitive skin. "I want to see your face, honey," he murmured. With that, he flipped Clara over and continued his rhythm. Still joined, he lifted her, letting her legs wrap naturally around his waist. Every step he took forced gravity to drive him deeper, and Clara felt herself spiraling toward oblivion. He set her down in front of the large mirror outside the bathroom. The bright lights and the spotless glass reflected their entwined bodies with perfect clarity.

Clara cried out and burrowed into his chest. Even the strongest body could not withstand such relentless motion, yet they pushed their limits, from. the sofa to the bathroom, from the bathroom to the bed, and finally even onto the windowsill... Before finally surrendering to rest, Clara stole a glance at the clock on the wall. The hands pointed to three in the morning. In the haze of early morning, she heard someone rustling, getting dressed. She rubbed her eyes. The heavy curtains blocked all light. "What time is it?" she croaked. "Eight. Still early.

Go back to sleep," Aaron said, pulling ---- the blanket snugly around her. Clara snuggled into the covers, sleeping until the smell of food woke her. She reached for her phone: nearly 1 p.m. No wonder she was starving! Stretching, her muscles ached everywhere. It felt like her body had been completely reorganized. Last night's hot spring fun had definitely taken its toll. She got up, showered, and walked to the living room, where staff were setting the table. Aaron, looking fresh and alert, called, "Come eat." "You got up early?" Clara asked. "Yeah, had a meeting," he replied.

At 8:30 a.m., he'd met with Matt, Tristan, the hotel manager, the hot spring manager, and the development team. He toured the island to inspect and troubleshoot, making sure everything was perfect. Clara gave him a thumbs-up. That stamina was unreal. Aaron added, "After breakfast, I'm taking Leo and the others hiking. You coming?" "Spare me!" Clara replied between bites. "I'm staying with Scarlett." ---- She was sure Scarlett wouldn't join the hike either. Aaron gave her a meaningful look. "No exercise, no stamina." Clara rolled her eyes. After breakfast, Aaron and the men went hiking.

Clara lounged on the sofa, still exhausted. She opened the group chat. "Ladies, awake yet? Want to go get a massage?" Both her friends eagerly agreed.