Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 32: Pleasing

Not applying the ointment was better; this sudden stimulation was unbearable for Claire Shaw, as far as physical matters were concerned, Miranda Shaw really pampered her to be delicate.

She said that a woman being a bit delicate would make a man cherish her.

Claire Shaw struggled to get up, "It hurts, stop applying it."

Ethan Blackwood held her waist, fixing her posture, "Don’t move."

His voice commanded authority without anger, with a dignity that made one dare not resist, Claire stopped struggling and obediently lay in his arms.

The man had just run back from the supermarket and had eaten, so his forehead was beaded with sweat, and his body temperature was even higher than usual.

The heat waves from his thigh penetrated through the thin silk fabric, conducting onto her soft hips, her back pressed against his chest.

The scent of cedar on the man filled her breath, his unique fragrance forming a web around her like a woven spider web, enclosing her tightly.

The cool ointment melted in his palm, as his rough fingertips softly caressed the burned area, over and over, making Claire’s heart become warm as well.

She glanced at Ethan Blackwood discreetly, the man’s eyelashes were long, dense but not curled, casting a shadow that covered the depth of his eyes.

Suddenly, the man raised his head, their eyes met, sparks clashed in the air.

Between a man and a woman, a single look speaks more than a thousand words.

Previously, the two hadn’t engaged in actual physical intimacy, but Claire desired it.

It felt like a kitten’s paw gently scratching at her heart.

The man’s sexy Adam’s apple bobbed, Claire instantly understood.

She wrapped her arms around Ethan Blackwood’s neck, whispering softly in his ear, "I’ve taken a shower."

He knew.

He had already smelled the fresh floral fragrance on her while in the car, like roses after rain, fresh yet intense.

Claire took the opportunity to kiss the man’s earlobe, employing all her charm to please him.

Ethan Blackwood pulled away her body, Claire’s eyes twinkled with infinite affection, like glue sticking to him.

Seeing her expression like this before, he would spare no effort to please her.

Claire blinked her large eyes, biting her lip as she asked, "You..."

"I bought yogurt for you, put it in the fridge."

Claire: "..."

After igniting a fire in her, Ethan Blackwood unexpectedly left her and got up, quietly cleaning the dishes in the kitchen, washing the utensils she had just used.

To be fair, he was quite adept, leaving Claire puzzled.

Wasn’t he a dignified heir of a financial conglomerate? How did washing dishes make him seem as skilled as a long-term servant at a wealthy estate?

Claire took out the things he bought, one by one.

Besides having the sugar-free version of yogurt, there was also meat, eggs, milk, and vegetables.

At the bottom of the bag were several boxes of condoms.

Larger size dimensions, along with words like "extra thin", "long-lasting", and "textured" suddenly leaped into Claire’s eyes.

Previously, the ones Ethan Blackwood used were all imported versions with no particular phrasing on them.

Suddenly encountering such straightforward and simple text made Claire blush with embarrassment.

So, these things actually came in so many varieties, not only with fruit flavors but also with different designs.

"I grabbed them at random, didn’t look closely," the man explained, noticing her flushed earlobes.

Claire muttered an "Mm", and despite the small size, holding them in her hand felt scorching.

Ethan Blackwood placed the other vegetables and fruits in the refrigerator, instantly filling up the previously empty space.

Watching his tall back, Claire felt complicated. She hadn’t intended to get this close to any man, even keeping Owen Crawford, whom she had dated for three years, outside her door.

Yet today, Ethan Blackwood was someone she actively brought in.

"What are you thinking?" Ethan turned around, seeing her full of complex emotions.

Claire dismissed her distracting thoughts, tonight she only needed to accomplish one thing.

She actively approached Ethan Blackwood, reaching out to hook his belt’s metal clasp, her eyes filled with temptation, "How much longer will you make me wait?"

His gaze lowered with a hint of scrutiny, after a moment he replied, "I’ll take a shower."

Claire’s heart skipped a beat, for a man who was driven to desire a woman, the most straightforward way was like an animal in heat.

He would have the idea to possess the woman in any situation.

But tonight, he had refused her several times.

It seemed like he was asking for her opinion, but he was actually testing.

He wanted to further invade her private domain, Claire understood, yet she had no other choice.

She nodded, "That’s fine, but there’s no extra towel for you to use here."

The man didn’t respond, Claire bit her lip, "But, you can use mine."

"Alright." He looked at her deeply, then entered the bathroom.

Claire sat on the bed, listening to the sound of water splashing from the bathroom, uncertain about what would happen next.

Ethan Blackwood was steady, never putting on airs before her, she felt he was likely to agree.

Yet whatever condition he might propose, Claire did not know, as businessmen are never early without a profit.

Perhaps after the negotiation, she would be left with nothing.

Claire laughed self-deprecatingly, who would have thought that beneath her seemingly cold demeanor was a heart full of compassion.

Just because she got caught in the rain as a child, she wanted to give more children a shelter.

More than a hundred children lost their homes, how could they survive?

Claire sighed, choosing a spaghetti strap nightgown to change into.

As soon as she changed, she heard the bathroom door open.

Ethan Blackwood emerged with his upper body bare, wearing only a pair of black casual pants.

His hair was only roughly dried, with droplets of water trailing from his hairline to his chest, with no shirt to obscure, revealing his strong physique in its entirety.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, perfectly proportioned.

Water droplets slid down his chest muscles towards the low point of the extending Adonis line.

Thinking back to those questioned alphas she saw in videos, they paled in comparison to the living, breathing physique before her.

The man’s strength was innate, like a wild beast in the African savanna, without a hint of pretense, every muscular line oozing primal male allure.

Claire removed all her jewelry and makeup, wearing only a pink silk nightgown.

Under the soft light, her skin was so fair it seemed to glow.

She approached the man, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Her cheek pressed against his chest, still damp with a faint mist from not being fully dried.

She nuzzled softly like a cat retracting its claws, presenting its white belly, displaying her goodwill.

The man lightly hugged her, his palm meeting her smooth as jade skin.

Ethan Blackwood’s gaze flickered slightly, realizing the back of this nightgown was open-worked.

He could clearly see her defined waistline and that fair, smooth back.

The texture was very soft and smooth.

Like a tender pudding, very tempting.

Claire’s fingers brushed against his water-tinted abs, distinctly feeling the man’s body tensing. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Looking up, Claire saw his Adam’s apple moving up and down.

Despite just having showered, restlessness hovered over the man’s mind.

The next second, the obedient girl tilted her head, kissing his Adam’s apple.

Oh my!