Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 22: Prayer
Claire Shaw used to contact Ethan Blackwood every so often before she knew his identity; her needs were not small.
His lips were like the gentlest spring breeze, gently brushing past her tender lips, inducing a barely noticeable shiver.
Then, that gentle touch slowly moved upwards, sliding over her elegant nose, as if a dewdrop in the morning light softly kissed a petal, delicate and pure.
Next, his gaze transformed into the gentlest caress, silently conveying a thousand words through the light touch of his lips on her eyelids, causing her eyes to twinkle with gentle responses even as they closed.
Finally, this deep affection lingered on her forehead with a feather-light kiss, like the brightest star in the night sky, tenderly illuminating her world, connecting two hearts closely together. At this moment, time seemed to freeze, leaving only the deepest whispers and endless tenderness between them.
After the storm, he displayed a rare gentleness, like a spring afternoon with the sun enveloping everything in a warm breeze, drawing one in deeply.
Claire Shaw couldn’t help but grip his tie tightly, as if she were on an ocean, hit by wave after wave. She could only hold onto the only lifeline to stay afloat.
In the darkness, the corners of that cold and thin mouth slightly turned up.
Claire could feel the man’s breathing becoming heavier, and she was not much better off.
She even prayed that this tunnel would be longer, just a little longer...
Just as she was about to arrive, the man suddenly released all his restraints on her.
A glimmer of light appeared ahead, and their bodies suddenly parted.
She leaned back against the seat, gasping for air, like a fish finally surfacing for oxygen.
From her little face to her neck, even her earlobes, there was a layer of sweet pink.
Such a well-behaved her did such a bold thing because of a man; the thought of it was unbelievable.
Ethan Blackwood awakened her long-buried wildness; as a child, she was a rebellious little tyrant who fought all the neighborhood kids with a brick in hand!
Yet now she resembled a soft little lamb, tender and delectable.
A woman like that appears incredibly captivating.
While Ethan looked at Claire, Claire was also examining Ethan Blackwood.
The once neat tie had been pulled loose by her, and even the man’s suit had acquired some wrinkles.
She was astonished at Ethan Blackwood’s audacity and realized that she was gradually losing control under his teasing.
Even now, her breathing hasn’t calmed down.
Claire Shaw believed in his words: in some specific places, a little appropriate flirtation could bring unexpectedly delightful experiences.
Who would have thought the content he shared just last night would be practically demonstrated today?
Thinking of what happened in the tunnel just now still made her heart race.
Though tense, it was stimulating enough.
Ethan Blackwood straightened his clothes and picked up his phone; the next second, her phone vibrated.
Claire opened the chat history.
[Mason’s Dad: Ms. Shaw, your strap slipped.]
Claire looked up at the man; he had striking features, with sharp and profound eyes and a high nose bridge. He looked like a man with restrained desires.
Who could have known that just a minute ago, he did whatever he wanted to her in the darkness?
As their eyes met, Claire hurriedly averted her gaze, only to find that the black bow on her shoulder had come undone at some point.
The black strap lay softly on her fair shoulder, with a different kind of sensuality.
Another message came through on her phone.
[Mason’s Dad: I pulled it apart.]
