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

---- The notoriously arrogant perfectionist? The same guy who ripped seasoned musicians to shreds with a single glance? Now he was politely asking to "exchange ideas"? Clara stayed humble. "You flatter me. I should be learning from you. I'd be honored to stay in touch." She didn't have her phone on her, so she just took his card for now. Back at their table, Scarlett stood up like she was about to give a standing ovation, then flopped back down, still buzzing. "Clara! You were amazing! I'm still shaking!" Clara shot her a teasing grin. "Standard performance." Scarlett nearly choked.

"Standard?! You don't even know-your husband cast a hundred votes for you! I nearly passed out when I saw it!" Clara turned sharply to Aaron. "You spent that much?!" ---- Aaron's response was smooth and simple. "It's charity, and it was for my wife. Why wouldn't I?" When the gala finally wrapped, Clara found herself mobbed by eager invitations-from fundraisers to outreach groups to VIP charity luncheons. Linsey and her clique? Gone without a trace. The evening had ended far better than anyone expected.

As soon as they stepped into the house, Clara kicked off her heels and groaned dramatically. "I'm beat! This was more exhausting than a double shift at the hospital. Being 'Mrs. Devereaux' is hard work." Aaron raised an eyebrow, then walked straight toward her. Without warning, he slipped his arms under hers and lifted her effortlessly. Clara instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her toward the stairs, hands steady at her hips. "Regretting it already?" he asked, voice low and teasing. ---- Clara huffed. "Absolutely. So...

how messy would a divorce be?" Aaron stopped mid-step and gave her a look. "Are you sure you want to go there?" Clara cupped his face with both hands. "I'm kidding. Like I'd ever walk away from a face this pretty." Once they reached the bedroom, he set her down on the soft rug. She stayed close, her hands still on his face. "Seriously, how many women have been after you just because of your looks? Why do all the pretty girls keep aiming their claws at me, huh?" Aaron wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned in, their noses almost touching. "This face only exists for you." Honestly?

He knew how much she loved looking at him. He'd caught her zoning out mid-conversation, completely hypnotized by his face. And if he could use his looks to charm her a little now and then? ---- He didn't mind one bit. Clara stepped on his shoes, tiptoeing for a kiss. Aaron straightened just enough to make it difficult. Her lips brushed only the edge of his stubble-scratchy, frustrating. "Still want that divorce?" he murmured, voice husky with heat. Clara didn't reply. She hooked her arms around his neck and dragged him down into a kiss. His lips were warm and addictive.

He tasted like mint and heat and something uniquely him. Their tongues met, slow and teasing, drawing out the tension that had simmered all night long. She finally felt at ease. They kissed and kissed-until her cheeks burned and her tongue tingled. Then she pulled back, catching her breath, her head resting against his chest. But just a moment later, she leaned up and kissed him again. And again. ---- Aaron let her. Let her tease, let her taste, let her take whatever she wanted. Because in the end, she was his. And she had always been worth everything.

Outside, the moonlight poured through the windows, soft and silver. And inside, their shadows stretched across the floor-intertwined and inseparable. The night deepened. The world fell away. And they only had eyes for each other.