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

---- "Are you sick? Did you see a doctor?" Clara sat up straight, alarmed. Aaron looked at her meaningfully. "No doctor. Only you, Clara, can cure this illness." The instant their eyes met, Clara understood. Her blood rushed to her cheeks, and she reached out to pinch his waist. "I almost thought you were actually sick!" A shiver ran through her entire body. Aaron pressed the gas pedal harder. Back at the hotel, barely stepping into the room, Clara found herself pinned against the wall.

His kiss was fierce and urgent, exploring every inch with a desire that had been building for days, demanding release. "I-I need to shower..." Clara pushed against his chest. She'd been out all day; she couldn't take it any longer. "Tl help you," Aaron said, leaning closer. He slid his hand under her arm, lifting her gently, and Clara wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her into the bathroom. "It's too bright!" Even after countless intimate moments, being exposed under bright lights still felt ---- awkward. "['ll turn off the lights," Aaron said. "How can I wash in the dark? Go...

go out first," Clara panted. Pleasure coursed through her, but embarrassment still dominated. Aaron's heavy breathing echoed in the quiet bathroom. "Don't worry, I've got this." Steam quickly filled the room, warm water running, and Clara had no chance to argue. Soft moans escaped from her lips, her face flushing, her heart racing. She lost track of how many times she called Aaron's name before finally emerging from the bathroom. Collapsed onto the pillow, Clara felt Aaron's warmth beside her as he brushed through her hair with a blow dryer, fingers gentle on her strands.

His movements were practiced and comforting. "All done. Sleep now," he murmured. The mattress dipped as he settled in, his warmth enveloping her. Clara rolled over, looping her arms around his waist. "Thank you," she whispered. ---- A soft kiss landed on her forehead. "No need to thank me. My wife is mine, and she deserves to be spoiled." Hearing "mine" made happiness bloom in Clara's chest. She suddenly remembered a lyric I came from afar just to meet you All the exhaustion of the day melted away in that moment of joy and peace.

Clara wrapped her hand around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips. She barely had time to settle back onto the pillow before Aaron captured her in another tender kiss. Compared to earlier, this was gentle, lingering, impossible to resist. After a minute, Clara opened her eyes to see Aaron staring at her in the dim light, desire obvious in his gaze. She was used to this now. Pressing her palms to his chest, she pushed him lightly, then couldn't help laughing. "What's so fun Aaron asked, propped on one arm, eyes on her. Clara grinned. "I saw a post online today.

Why is it that ---- when a girl just hugs a guy, he thinks she wants to kiss him, and when she kisses him, he thinks she wants sex?" Aaron frowned. "Isn't that how it works?" "No way. Why do hugs and kisses have to be tied to sex?" "So what's the answer?" he asked. Clara smirked mischievously, nudging him with her knee. "Because men are horny." "Maybe it's because my wife is too irresistible," Aaron murmured, pressing down again. He was horny? Fine. He would show his wife how intense he could get.