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

---- Aaron slid back into the driver's seat. He tugged Clara onto his lap, giving her the commanding position. In the dim glow of night, he tilted his head, desire blazing in his eyes, warm breath brushing her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine. Clara lowered her head and kissed him back, matching his intensity. The tight confines of the car left only the sound of their lips, mingled breaths, and a tension that made hearts race. Aaron's fingers lifted the hem of her long skirt, brushing against her soft skin. That's when he noticed a slip underneath. He chuckled.

No wonder Clara had been so bold during the bet. She had a hidden advantage. Mrs. Devereaux was extraordinary indeed. The air inside the car grew warmer as Clara's passion stoked his desire. His tense body, coiled and ready, needed release. The car shifted slightly as moans and gasps escaped, mingling with the chirping of insects outside-a symphony of temptation. Half an hour later, Clara rested her head on his ---- shoulder, breathing in deep, fresh night air. Her eyes glistened, her allure undimmed, dangerously captivating. Aaron smoothed out the folds of her skirt, voice hoarse.

"We should head back soon. I want my reward." On the way down, Clara nestled in his suit jacket, face flushed, still caught in the afterglow of their reckless indulgence. Tonight, they had gone too far-but it had been worth it. Back at the hotel, after a shower, Clara sank into the warm bed, still dazed from the intensity of the night. Aaron's hands wandered despite her attempts to stop him. "Babe, where's my reward?" Well, they could indulge together once again. Clara shifted, pressing herself against his ear. "Thank you for helping me get my revenge tonight.

You made me feel amazing, and I'll make sure you feel the same." Aaron hadn't even recovered from her bold words before a shiver of warmth spread from his earlobe down his neck, igniting every nerve along the way, finally settling at... Boom, It felt like fireworks exploding in his mind. His muscles tensed, fingers tangled in her hair, toes curling uncontrollably. ---- All he could think was-this woman would completely destroy him. The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed the room in intimacy. The night stretched on, endless and indulgent.

The next morning, sunlight spilled through the curtains, falling on crisp white sheets. Aaron stretched lazily, fully content. Clara emerged from the bathroom, already dressed. "Why so early?" "[ have a two o'clock flight. Look at the time. Whose fault is this?" she shot him a glare. If he hadn't been relentless last night, she wouldn't have overslept. Aaron glanced at the clock, teasing gently. "My fault. We still have time for a meal together." At the hotel restaurant, the manager had already laid out the dishes as instructed, standing respectfully aside.

Aaron waved him off, placing a bowl of chicken soup in front of Clara. "Here, replenish yourself." Clara ignored his teasing tone and dug in. She hadn't eaten breakfast and was starving. The trials of Mrs. Devereaux were all physical, no rest ---- allowed. Aaron watched her, shaking his head. "Take it slow. We have plenty of time. I'll probably need a week to wrap up work before heading back." "Make sure you and Leo eat on time." "Be careful commuting. Let Alvin drive if needed," he added. He paused, then said, "If I'm still busy next week, come by again." Clara snorted. "Not coming.

You have so many friends and so much fun, why would I?" After last night's wild indulgence, it would take her three to five weeks to recover. Aaron smiled, lips tilting upward. "Don't worry. I won't go out while you're gone." Finally, Clara was satisfied, a soft smile blooming on her face.