C238 He's a Scoundrel

"Not at all." He was a scoundrel.

"You're bad. Let go! It's hot! It's so hot!" She was really hot. He always turned the heat in his room to the maximum, always afraid that she would be cold. How could she not be hot?

The hand on the stomach loosened, but the man's hand didn't leave her body, he gently pulled her back until she finally saw his face, a face filled with love