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

---- every woman's dream. But hey, you gotta switch it up sometimes too-gotta meet market demand, y'know?" Aaron played along. "Oh yeah? What other styles are trending?" Clara rattled them off like a connoisseur. "Let's see... rugged gym bro, alpha bad boy, cold CEO, charming silver fox, roguish heartbreaker..." Aaron's eyes narrowed. "Wow, you've done your homework." Clara smirked. "Of course! A girl's gotta dream, right? Who knows-maybe one day it'll come true." Aaron's gaze darkened.

"How about I help make that dream come true tonight?" It sounded like a question, but he didn't wait for her answer. He scooped her up and carried her toward the hidden bed behind the bookshelf. With a soft toss, Clara landed on his bed-black sheets and all. ---- Propping herself up on the mattress, she pouted. "Minus points for roughness. Weren't you supposed to be my gentle puppy-boy?" Aaron leaned down, lifting the hem of her nightgown. He grasped her calf, slid off her slippers, and gently eased her onto the bed. "Sorry, I'ma little new at this.

I'll try harder." Standing at the edge of the bed, he looked down at her-his eyes dark and unreadable. That cold, handsome face was inexplicably seductive. He slowly undid his watch, then placed it on the nightstand. Button by button, he unfastened his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest and abs beneath. Every line was defined, his physique strong and lean from years of training. His v-line trailed down, disappearing into his fitted trousers... Clara's cheeks flushed. Her heart pounded like a drum, and she swallowed hard. Her palms began to sweat.

She used to think she was just a sucker for pretty ---- faces, but clearly, she was equally obsessed with great bodies. She was so doomed. Aaron noticed her red ears and leaned in, whispering teasingly against them. "So, Miss Rich Lady, satisfied? Do I get five stars?" His breath was hot against her ear. Clara trembled under his touch, trying to sound composed. "That depends on your perfo-" Before she could even finish the word, Aaron silenced her with a kiss. Soft curves against hard muscle, their bodies pressed together like magnets, neither willing to let go.

He had been restraining himself for over ten days. The second he touched her, he lost all control. His body burned, feverish with want. Aaron kissed every inch of her skin, his hands gentle, his movements reverent-treating her like something precious. Clara whispered breathlessly, "You're still holding back?" ---- Aaron's voice was hoarse. "If 1 stop, will you really let me have you?" Clara grinned. "You want me that badly?" Aaron growled, "What do you think?" Clara hesitated, thinking of their agreement. "But... it's not time yet..." Aaron had to admire her.

Even in the heat of the moment, when her body was trembling and her breath was short, she still clung to her boundaries. Clara jolted and grabbed his wrist-though her grip was weak. "What are you doing?" Aaron's voice was a gravelly whisper. "Trying to earn that five-star review..." In the end, Clara curled up under the blanket, face flushed, still trying to calm down. Meanwhile, Aaron spent half an hour cooling off in an icy shower. Later, back in their bedroom, Clara deliberately kept her distance. ---- "Tll stop teasing you.

Don't want to torture you anymore." Aaron simply pulled her into his arms again. "I don't mind." Clara rolled her eyes. "Seriously... why do we do this to ourselves?" Aaron gave her a look. "Because I'm a masochist for you."