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

---- His brain short-circuited. He couldn't help but imagine how those legs would feel wrapped around his waist. "Done!" Clara said brightly, setting down the dryer. She touched his forehead. "Why are you sweating? Is it really that hot?" Aaron's eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed her waist, voice husky and low. "What do you think?" Only then did Clara register what kind of position she was in-and by then, it was far too late. Aaron moved fast, like a storm breaking loose. The sudden rush of heat and motion made Clara tremble. His hands, his lips-he didn't hold back, and Clara couldn't fight it.

Her defenses crumbled in an instant. Everything was ready. The moment had come. But just as he was about to claim her, Clara grabbed his hand with both of hers, eyes shimmering. "No... please... we can't." Aaron froze, breathing hard, trying to steady himself. "What's wrong?" He could've sworn she was just as into it. Clara's voice was barely audible. "I... I just can't..." He clenched his jaw. "Then when?" ---- "T don't know..." She curled up under the blanket, trying to disappear. That's when it hit him. This wasn't about hesitation. This was trauma.

She'd never talked about it, but Aaron had already seen the investigation files. Her mother had jumped from the hospital window-sixteen floors up. And Clara had been right there when it happened. She was only twenty. Pregnant. Witnessing that kind of horror and making it through? That took a kind of strength most people never knew... Aaron gently pulled her back into his arms. Her cheeks were already wet. He stroked her back, comforting her with slow, steady movements. They stayed like that for a long while, neither of them saying a word. Finally, Clara spoke-voice small and uncertain.

"Are you going to leave me?" Aaron didn't hesitate. "Never." "But why?" she whispered. "You're amazing. You deserve someone better..." Aaron let out a quiet sigh, filled with helpless affection. "Because I'm already yours, Clara. I'm not going ---- anywhere." Clara laughed softly, tears still glistening in her lashes. Aaron kissed the top of her head, tucked her in, and whispered, "Sleep. Stop overthinking it." Clara peeked up. "You're not going back downstairs?" "Nope. I'm staying right here from now on." She looked unsure. "But..." Aaron gently cupped her face, his eyes steady and sincere.

"Clara, we're husband and wife. Don't push me away. I'll wait as long as you need. Just trust me." Clara didn't say anything-but she nodded. Silently. Firmly. Clara closed her eyes, her body slipping into drowsiness. Before she even realized what was happening, Aaron lowered her onto the bed, his lips brushing against her neck while his fingers traced down her waist and slid to the inside of her thigh. His breath was hot and hurried, his entire body pressing over her like a wave of fire. Her mind told her to pull away, yet her body betrayed her completely.

Instead of resisting, she pressed closer, her legs curling tight around his waist. Her fingers twisted the sheets, her breath came in ragged bursts, ---- and her heart pounded so hard it felt like it might leap out of her chest. Aaron's mouth moved from her collarbone to her chest, every kiss and every brush of his lips sparking flames under her skin. Clara gasped softly, arching into him, her body writhing in response to his touch. Her hands slid down the muscles of his back, feeling the power coiled beneath his skin. He leaned in close to her ear, his voice rough and urgent.

"Clara..." Her answer came as a faint murmur, her body giving in completely to his rhythm. Every thrust, every caress made her senses scatter until she could think of nothing but him. The room filled with the sound of their mingled breaths and low moans. Aaron drove harder against her, his movements faster. Clara trembled uncontrollably, her nails digging into the sheets as her legs tightened around his hips, her body carried to the brink again and again. At last, with a final broken cry, Clara convulsed in his arms, her entire body shuddering as heat rushed through her in a blinding wave.

Aaron followed, releasing deep inside her before collapsing against her, his chest pressed tightly to hers. ---- Then, in an instant, Clara's eyes flew open. Her heart was pounding wildly. Her hand was still clenched in the sheets, her body tingling with leftover warmth. But beside her, Aaron lay quietly on his side, eyes closed, breathing slow and steady. She stared in shock for several seconds before the truth sank in. Everything that had just happened had only been a dream.