Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 52: Nothing Is Dirty Anywhere

For Claire Shaw, this proposal was the most satisfying.

No relationship, no one in a disadvantaged position, and definitely not tied down like a marriage.

Ethan Blackwood’s kiss was gentle, not at all forceful, like the endless spring rain, quietly weaving a dense net, ensnaring Claire Shaw within.

Claire’s heart was pounding wildly, feeling the increasing warmth between herself and the man, both wanting to meld into each other’s bones.

Her long-quiet body only needed a spark to ignite a prairie fire.

Claire’s legs were weak, and her lower abdomen was burning.

Suddenly, a rush of heat overcame her.

The familiar sensation made Claire push Ethan Blackwood away.

The man’s dark eyes still held unspent desire, and being interrupted made him a bit dissatisfied, but he patiently asked, "What is it?"

His voice had a kind of lazy hoarseness, exceptionally sexy and tempting.

Claire stammered, "...I think I might be on my period."

Ethan was momentarily stunned, then reacted, "Do you need me to do something?"

Claire still held onto his neck, feeling the surging heat below, blushing furiously, "Don’t move."

Due to years of dieting and eating little carbohydrates, her period was irregular.

Sometimes it only came once every two or three months, and each time it was heavy, with severe abdominal pain.

Unexpectedly, this first wave was so fierce; Claire was extremely embarrassed. She was wearing a dress today and hadn’t used a liner, so it would definitely soil the dress.

Ethan lowered his gaze, watching the honey-pink flush spread across the petite woman’s fair face, her slender arms still wrapped around his neck, unmoving.

It resembled those moments of passion when her eyes welled with tears, her face flushed, and her legs clung tightly to him.

Claire felt the man’s bodily reaction, dying of embarrassment, looking guilty and pitiful, "Sorry, today..."

Ethan raised an eyebrow, "Am I that desperate in your eyes?"

Speaking of which, his self-control was quite good; these past days they hadn’t fully consummated anything.

On the contrary, Claire occasionally found her mind wandering.

Claire bit her lip, hesitant to speak.

Ethan, noticing her embarrassment, asked in a calm voice, "Anything else?"

"Well, it’s just that the flow is a bit heavy..."

Claire stammered, her hands making unsure gestures.

Such a sight of Claire was rare, also very cute. He tilted his head, looking at her, asking good-naturedly, "And so?"

Claire mumbled indistinctly, "Might... stain your pants."

The man chuckled lightly, "Why so nervous? I have more than just this pair of pants."

"It’s just... it’s messy," Claire whispered, her head lowered.

Ethan affectionately kissed her forehead, "Your body, none of it is dirty."

Claire’s lowered eyelashes trembled lightly, her pupils expanding.

She thought men generally shunned this.

Suddenly feeling weightless, Claire was lifted into Ethan’s arms, prompting a startled gasp from her, and he reminded her, "Hold tight to me."

With that, he princess-carried her off the small boat in long strides, moving quickly to return her to the room.

Claire jumped to the ground, immediately eyeing his trousers.

Although not too obvious, there was a damp patch of blood on his thigh.

Yet he appeared unconcerned, "Go wash up first; I’ll get you some sanitary pads."

He had quite a few prepared for female guests, and soon the attendants brought them.

Claire, after freshening up and changing into a cheongsam, laundered her dress.

Upon seeing the packaging of the sanitary pads, she felt a bit disappointed, being allergic to this brand; she might as well go buy it herself.

When she came out, the blushing warmth on her face was cooled by the terrace breeze.

Ethan had also changed into a loose white T-shirt and black casual pants.

He’d taken a shower too, his hair damp and hanging down, this simple attire making him look a few years younger, quite like an on-campus athlete. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"I have something to do, need to go out,"

Claire made a gesture to leave, but as she passed by the man, he caught her wrist, pulling her into his arms, the damp touch spreading over her skin.

"What’s up?"

Claire tugged at the corner of his clothes, bashfully saying, "...I’m allergic to this brand."

She was starting to feel like she was being difficult; her skin was pale, and a mosquito bite in summer would leave a large red patch.

Seeing her reluctant and slightly miffed expression, even the nape of her neck turned a shade of red, her fair complexion resembling a ripe peach, filling him with an irresistible urge to...

"What brand do you usually use?" he asked near Claire’s ear, his voice filled with allure.

Claire mentioned a brand.

"Alright, give me ten minutes." He pushed open the door and left.

Claire was momentarily stunned; he wouldn’t actually go buy it himself, would he?

Soon the sound of the car starting came from downstairs, leaving Claire red-faced; he really wasn’t like a young master of a financial group.

Even Owen Crawford hadn’t done this for her; he was quite disdainful of it, let alone doing it.

Ethan’s maturity and stability were in stark contrast to Owen Crawford.

Ten minutes later.

The car slowly stopped, and Ethan immediately spotted Claire standing in the yard.

Behind her was a patch of roses, pink and white flowers blooming beautifully at her back.

Claire’s long hair was loosely tied at the nape, and she wore a silver-white, light-floral cheongsam, devoid of any jewelry, with two strands of hair hanging gently beside her earlobes.

Night had just fallen, the glow of the streetlights casting her in a gentle, ethereal light.

Seeing his car stop, the petite woman walked towards the driver’s seat.

Ethan got out of the car, carrying a plastic bag.

Claire’s voice, more lively and spirited than usual, brimmed with a hint of mischief, "You actually bought it for me?"

Ethan opened the plastic bag, "Take a look, did I get it wrong?"

Glancing at the supply that could last two years, Claire was about to head up when Ethan suddenly took out a small cake.

Claire was taken aback, "This..."

"I like sweets, grabbed it conveniently, want some?"

Claire knew he didn’t really like sweets, probably recalling how conflicted she looked at Mia Hughes’s cake in the restaurant last time.

Perhaps she didn’t really want the cake itself, but a person who would bring her a cake.

This small gesture of his completely disrupted her emotions.

"Ethan Blackwood, you really are..."

"Really what?"

His hair was mostly dry now, falling loosely over his forehead, softening his typically sharp demeanor.

This face was undeniably attractive, otherwise she wouldn’t have spotted him at first glance.

Claire wrapped her arms around his neck, tiptoeing to kiss his lips.

Ethan lifted her, placing her on the SUV’s driver seat, bending over, one hand on the seat, gently holding Claire’s face to deepen the kiss.

Silvanest was very quiet, except for the unknown insects, only the gentle glow of the streetlight spilled over his head.

Claire’s legs were wrapped around his waist, one slipper fell, the other hanging precariously by her toes.

Her breath became more labored, emitting irresistible soft noises.

Given her current state, Ethan reluctantly broke away from her.

Feeling the loss of his warmth, Claire’s moist eyes flickered with a sense of loss.

As if a piece of coveted meat had slipped away.

Little did she know, in Ethan’s eyes, her disheveled hair and blushing face were highly alluring.

Both were yearning.

Claire didn’t want to spoil the mood, biting her rosy lips, "I can... help you."

As she said this, her fingers slowly lifted his shirt hem.

As her palm made contact, the man’s tense jaw lifted, his prominent Adam’s apple rolling swiftly, a hoarse groan escaping his lips...