Henrique knew he had probably crossed the line; he wasn't a romantic man, much less in bed. He knew he was rude, but he had no intention of offending that delightful woman in his arms.
"Let me explain, sweetheart."
Henrique's voice was hoarse from the org@sm, and he still felt traces of her first intimate touch on his body.
"I get it, let me get up."
"I didn't mean to offend you."
"You called me names."
"I realized I did when I reached org@sm, but I don't really know what I said."
"Let me get up, I want to go to the bedroom."
"Not until we resolve the situation."
"Please, I'm embarrassed and hurt, don't force me to stay. I don't have the strength to break free from your hold, but you promised you wouldn't hurt me, and I didn't need to be afraid of you."
After that, he reluctantly
