Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 74: No Peeking
Upon hearing Sean Jacobs’ description, Mia Hughes blushed furiously and reached out to hit him, but he caught her wrist and pinned it behind her, a position that made his exploration easier.
Mia Hughes’ figure was different from Claire Shaw’s slender one; she had a bit of flesh, not thin nor fat, yet certain places were particularly full.
She clearly had a baby face, with slender limbs, and her body was the kind that made men gasp.
Claire Shaw quickly turned her face away, not daring to look anymore, only to meet Ethan Blackwood’s deep eyes.
Their distance was so close that Claire Shaw could clearly see her reflection in Ethan’s pupils, and she was utterly at a loss now.
His large hand was still covering Claire Shaw’s mouth and nose, her gentle breath spreading into his palm, tickling.
Their eyes met, neither moving.
But gradually, the noises from over there became less appropriate; Claire Shaw truly did not want to eavesdrop! What’s more, it’s about her best friend, making her so embarrassed she wished she could dig a hole to hide in.
Sean Jacobs, that bastard, wouldn’t do anything to Mia Hughes here, would he? After all, Mia was still a first-timer!
Claire Shaw had subtly reminded earlier that Mia Hughes was different from her own family; in the future, she would surely marry and have children.
Although being a first-timer means nothing in this society, Claire Shaw feared those playboys who shirk responsibility—play is play, but making lives is not that simple.
Mia Hughes was too innocent to protect herself, and Claire Shaw was afraid she’d get hurt.
Her eyes were full of worry for Mia Hughes, leaving her no other thoughts.
Ethan Blackwood also noticed Claire’s state of mind, bending down to whisper in her ear, "They’re adults now, mutual consenting, besides, your friend seems quite engaged."
Claire Shaw realized something and hastily covered Ethan’s eyes, "Don’t look."
Ethan chuckled lowly, Claire watching his Adam’s apple move, appearing particularly sexy.
He softly said again, "In my eyes, besides you, there’s no room for any other woman."
Ever since he and Claire Shaw had reached an agreement, he no longer restrained himself like before, declaring it directly and clearly.
Claire Shaw was startled; was he confessing?
Impossible, how could Ethan Blackwood like a woman like her?
Claire was dazed upon hearing this, as Ethan closely observed every expression on her face.
He was probing and testing, where exactly was Claire’s boundary?
It seemed she wasn’t disgusted but rather a bit stupefied.
Her fair, flushed face was utterly confused, looking particularly enticing, making him want to kiss her again.
Claire hurriedly used her hand to cover, her palm wedged between their lips, his warm breath fell onto her hand, both numb and tingling.
Ethan quietly said, "Ms. Shaw, you promised to thank me properly."
Out of the corner of her eye, Claire could still see the further movements of Sean Jacobs and Mia Hughes; she was afraid, afraid she might blurt out something impulsively.
Knowing that Ethan Blackwood’s temptation was simply too great for her.
Yet having to mess around with a man in front of her best friend, Claire simply couldn’t take that step.
The man wasn’t in a rush, his dark eyes firmly fixed on her face, waiting for her answer.
Ethan had said from the start he’d deliberately returned, the purpose was self-evident.
Claire made a difficult decision, "Wait until it’s dark."
She feared Ethan wouldn’t agree, reached out to loop her arm around his neck, her cheek gently rubbing his ear, showing both obedience and softness, she said, "However you want it, I’ll accompany you, okay?"
