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

---- Chapter 47: Movie Night That evening, Clara stepped out of the bathroom and spotted Aaron fiddling with the projector in the bedroom. Her curiosity was instantly piqued. "Setting up the projector out of the blue? What for?" Aaron didn't even look up. "We're watching a movie." Clara raised an eyebrow, thoroughly amused. "You? Watching a movie?" Aaron glanced at her. "What, you think I'm not human?" Clara laughed. "You just don't seem like the kind of guy who needs movies to kill time." "I don't," he said smoothly. "But I'm more than happy to waste time with you." Clara's heart melted.

Yep, this was what falling in love felt like. Love meant doing dumb, pointless things together-and enjoying every second of it. Over the past few weeks, Clara had gotten used to sharing a bed with Aaron. Their conversations flowed easier now, and their chemistry was undeniable. ---- Doing something as simple as watching a movie together? It felt fresh and exciting, like discovering a new version of each other. The film began. The title? True Love, For Real. Just from the name alone, Clara could tell it was going to be an artsy, romantic tearjerker. She was seriously touched.

This had to be boring for him, right? The lights were turned off. They settled into the bed, adjusted the pillows, and snuggled up together to watch. The opening scene was beautiful-sunset casting long shadows over a bustling train station, weary commuters rushing home, and then... the main couple reunited after years apart, tears in their eyes. They returned to their apartment... And that was when Clara realized she'd gotten emotional way too early. Because the very next sound she heard was... moaning. The soft, sultry kind that made your scalp tingle.

Clara instantly sat up straight, eyes wide. "What kind of movie is this?!" Aaron's voice was perfectly calm. "It's a romance." ---- Clara stared at him, betrayed. "You act so serious all the time, but you're into this kind of movie?1" Aaron didn't flinch. "You're one to talk. You were practically drooling earlier watching other people kiss." "I was not!" Clara huffed. "Turn it off. I'm not watching this." He turned to her with a smirk. "What? Scared?" Clara narrowed her eyes at that expression. Oh, it was on now. "Who's scared?

Let's watch it." It wasn't like she'd never seen adult movies before. Back in college, she and Sierra had snuck in a few after midnight. She leaned back against the pillows again, trying to play it cool. Five minutes later, she was totally not cool. The scenes were... a lot. Way more graphic than she expected. So intense, in fact, that it shattered everything she thought she knew about intimacy. Quietly, Clara started scooting under the covers, trying to hide her face. But of course, Aaron noticed immediately.

He leaned over, his voice low and dangerous against her ear, "Don't want to watch anymore? How about we... try it out instead?" ---- Clara bolted upright. "No! I want to keep watching." She held out for another eight minutes. Just eight. Because this director? He had ideas. The kind that were bold, absurdly imaginative, and downright illegal-looking. It was too much. With a glare, Clara jumped out of bed, marched over to cut the power, and stomped back into the covers with righteous fury. "I! Give! Up!" she growled, spitting out every word. "Happy now?!" Aaron didn't waste a second.

He pounced, kissing her hard like he'd been holding back forever. In his head, he was screaming: You think you're the only one who can't take this anymore?! I've been barely hanging on too! Those positions-who the hell can even do that? That body? That's not natural! Damn it, Derek, this is the last time I take a movie recommendation from you. We are so done. As things heated up, Clara felt his hands growing bolder, his touch more insistent. She panicked slightly. "Didn't you say you wouldn't push me? That you'd give me time?" Aaron didn't stop. His voice was husky and filled with desire.

"You're telling me you don't want it?" Clara bit her lip, but still couldn't hold back a soft, breathy moan.