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

---- Clara took a sip of the water and pushed it away. "I don't want this! I want the sweet wine." Aaron arched an eyebrow. "You sure about that? Don't come crying to me with a hangover tomorrow." Clara gave him a weak push. "Come on, I'm so thirsty." With a sigh, Aaron grabbed a bottle and poured her a third of a glass. "This is it. After this, no more." Clara leaned against him, a drunken smile playing on her lips. She gave him a hazy, sidelong glance. "When did you get so stingy?" She downed the glass in one go and held it out to him again. "More!" Aaron decided to tease her.

"Is it really that good?" "It's delicious!" Clara slurred, not even daring to nod her head. "Then let me have a taste..." Aaron lowered his head and captured her lips. He could still taste the sweet, cloying wine on her breath as he deepened the kiss, parting her lips to explore further. He'd only meant for it to be a quick peck, a distraction to make her forget about the wine. But Clara, it turned out, was an aggressive drunk. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her tongue teasing ---- his without reservation. So this is what she's like when she's drunk, he thought.

Aaron lifted her into his arms again and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom. Clara woke up with her mouth dry as cotton anda pounding headache. A soft whimper escaped her lips. Aaron, still half-asleep, instinctively reached out and began to rub her temples. "Headache?" "Mmm, and I'm so thirsty," she mumbled. Aaron got up and brought her a glass of warm water. Clara pushed herself up and gulped it down, finally feeling some relief in her throat. "What time is it?" "A little after five." Clara sniffed her clothes. "I didn't shower?

I smell awful." "Getting you into a change of clothes was a battle in itself," Aaron said. "How was I supposed to manage a shower, too?" Clara didn't buy it. "No way. I'm not as strong as you." "You don't have to be when you're that clingy," Aaron said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You had your arms and legs wrapped around me like a vine. I couldn't pry ---- you off if I tried." Fuzzy, embarrassing memories started to surface, and Clara's face burned. She tried to play it cool. "This is all your fault.

You shouldn't have let me drink so much!" Seeing her try to blame him, Aaron had to fight back a laugh. "Okay, okay, it's all my fault. Now go back to sleep." Clara sat up. "No, I'm taking a shower." 'The warm water washed away the sticky feeling of dried sweat and alcohol, and finally, her head started to clear. Awhile later, she stepped out, wrapped in a towel, and looked around the strange room. "Where am I?" "You're just now realizing this isn't your house?" Aaron teased. "I guess it's official: you can't drink without me around." He patted the spot on the bed next to him.

"Come here." He picked up a hairdryer and started to gently dry her hair. "This is my old place in Silverton, right next door to Logan's. You were complaining about your head, and the hotel was too far, so..." Clara's brow furrowed. "Alright, hotshot lawyer, spill it. How many houses do you own? And how many women are you hiding in them?" ---- "Hardly. I can barely handle one," Aaron replied. Clara's frown deepened. "Are you saying I'ma handful?" Once her hair was dry, Aaron set the hairdryer aside. "No, you're not a handful.

But you definitely know how to drive a man crazy." "I do not!" "Oh, you don't?" Aaron gave her a look that was halfway between a smile and a smirk. "Then who was the one kissing and touching me all night, only to push me away when I tried to get closer? Who was the one who ripped my shirt and pants off because she was looking for 'sweet wine'?" Clara couldn't take another second of it. She lunged across the bed and clapped a hand over his mouth. "Stop talking!" Seeing his chance, Aaron grabbed her towel, pulled it off, and flipped her over, pinning her beneath the covers.

"Fine, we won't talk. Then let's get to it." The desire she had stoked in him all night was still burning, and she was the only one who could put out the fire.