Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 79: Crushing on the Aloof Senior

Claire Shaw looked up at Ethan Blackwood, the moonlight casting a faint, cold glow that highlighted his sharply defined face, making him seem even more aloof.

Like a god descending from the heavens, his gaze was icy cold.

Everyone has a dark side hidden within, and Claire Shaw was no exception.

She wanted to pull that flower atop the heights down into the dust, staining it with desires and emotions.

But he was too tall. Even standing on her tiptoes, Claire Shaw could only kiss his chin.

He hadn’t shaved today, and the stubble pricked her lips with a hint of roughness.

Ethan Blackwood tilted her chin up, his voice cold, "How do you want me to love you? Hmm?"

This restrained Ethan, Claire loved to the extreme.

She grabbed Ethan Blackwood’s large hand and placed it on her waist. Although she dared to express her needs, as a novice, her face was full of innocence. She bit her lip and whispered, "Slide in from here."

Ethan’s eyelids drooped, covering a third of his pupils, making him look extremely detached.

"And then?"

In the past, he was always the initiator. Claire Shaw only needed to close her eyes and feel. Today he clearly intended to punish her by ignoring on purpose.

But Claire Shaw wasn’t put off by this cold Ethan; instead, she found him even more alluring.

Ignoring her inner shame, she voiced her thoughts, "Touch me..."

Ethan’s palm lazily caressed the skin on her waist; this level of touch was far from enough!

Not knowing how to ease his anger, Claire pressed a kiss on his Adam’s apple, her voice both soft and seductive, "Senior, I want to see your abs."

The power of calling him "Senior" was remarkable, causing Ethan’s Adam’s apple to move involuntarily.

His indifferent eyes gradually took on a different shade, and his voice gained a hint of hoarseness, "Aren’t the abs of the younger ones better looking?"

Seeing this trick work, Claire immediately rubbed against him in a flattering manner, "I don’t like his kind."

Ethan’s fingers moved from her waist to just above her tailbone, the coarse fingertips sending an electric current that made Claire nearly moan.

The man tilted her chin and questioned from above, "Then what do you like?"

Claire licked her dry lips and enunciated each word, "I like those like you, hard, rough, full of masculine charm..."

"Good girl."

Her answer finally satisfied him, and Ethan leaned down to kiss her.

Finally getting his response, Claire Shaw, her wish fulfilled, affectionately wrapped her arms around his neck.

The night in the wilderness was lively, the wind howling, occasionally accompanied by the flapping sound of birds’ wings.

And the gentle calls of unknown little insects.

Ethan’s voice was hoarse, "Baby, continue."

Such things naturally required the chemistry of both genders. In the past, he had mostly taken the lead; he began to guide Claire Shaw.

For once, he wanted to see a different side of Claire.

Claire understood his intent. She had come for this very thing and wasn’t embarrassed.

She parted her lips, made moist and soft by Ethan, and caught his jacket’s zipper with her teeth.

Under Ethan’s gaze, with the zipper between her teeth, she slid it slowly down.

Claire’s body slowly crouched down until she stopped in front of his abdomen.

"Click!" The zipper was completely undone.

Revealing the black tank top underneath, the contours of his muscular chest stood out.

Indeed, this was her preferred type.

Claire crouched in front of him, clearly with an innocent face, her tongue circling her lips, her voice carrying a hint of teasing, "Senior, do you need me to open the zipper below?"