Bedtime Romance Stories Novels & Stories

I came hard, biting my lip to stay quiet, his shirt still pressed against my nose. After that night, it became a dangerous routine. Every evening while he was away, I would sneak into his bedroom. I touched myself on his chair. Against his desk. Standing by his window. Each time I imagined him catching me. Each time I came harder than the last. Tonight was supposed to be the final time. Tomorrow he would return, and I swore to myself I would stop this madness. I couldn’t keep risking everything. I crept into his room, heart racing with excitement and guilt. This time, I didn’t stop at the wardrobe. I climbed onto his massive bed — something I had never dared to do before. The silk sheets fel

Sleeping with a total stranger was not something I have ever done, and sleeping with a man for a job or money, hell no. I am broke, annoying and pretty stupid sometimes, but then I have my dignity and would never allow myself be insulted. I would never forget that producer, I often see him in my dreams. I would beat him up and made him regret being alive. But that was in my dreams, whenever he didn't appear in my dream, I would think about beating him up before getting up from the bed. "Beautiful" I muttered as I looked at how gorgeous I looked. I stood up and went straight to the kitchen. My mum was making breakfast, and my siblings looked like they just finished cleaning the house.

It was a very expensive ride. "Of course it is, this is a memory that I'll engrave in my head forever hehe." "Oh really? There were better moments than this though." I can't believe this guy is such a clichè. I guess he wanted to do some romantic stuff he saw on tv. "Better moments than this? I can't possibly think of anything better than riding the ferris wheel on the sunset with you, isn't that the most romantic?" Ugh, just like what I've thought! What a clichè.

“You're going to get yourself killed one day. You need to learn to stop some habits before it ends you.” I rolled onto my back and stared at the chandelier a few ceilings away from the bed. I stared at it until I started feeling sleepy. The bed moved and I looked at him when he rolled over, facing me. Anthony chewed on whatever was in his mouth before he dropped his arm on my stomach. I exhaled and shut my eyes, only to freeze when I felt his hand go under the shirt. “So warm,” he whispered sleepily. Most times, his actions always led me into falling for him more. And falling deeper for him meant having my heart broken.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

Although his scent was enjoyable, memories of the past were like scars that can't be healed I'm her heart. As she played with her hair, he asked her, "so you like bedtime stories?" "Yes, I do," Debby loveds novels. "You do? Then let me read you one," he opened a free reading app and began to read her beautiful love romance story where the two lovers died together at the end. Debby didn't know when she slept off.

Joanna came hard, her thighs clamping around her head and a low groan tearing from her throat. Afterward they fixed their clothes in silence. Benedicta’s lipstick was smeared. Joanna’s blouse hung open. Benedicta picked up her bag, paused at the door, and looked back. “Same time tomorrow.” The next evening Benedicta arrived earlier. The moment the door locked she pushed Joanna onto the leather couch and straddled her. They undressed each other with impatient hands. Benedicta rode Joanna’s face first—knees on either side of her head, hips rolling as Joanna’s tongue fucked into her. Joanna gripped her ass and pulled her down harder until Benedicta came with a loud, unrestrained moan.

I wanted to heal their old wounds. That night, the hunger inside us came back with a fierce power. They did not even wait to go up to the bedroom. They took my body right there in the big, dark living room on the velvet couch. This time, the lovemaking was much slower and filled with deep emotion. They held me tightly, kissing me like I was the most precious, fragile thing in the entire world. I came many times into the quiet night, whispering Alexander and Damien’s names over and over again into the darkness.

He climbed onto the bed. "What are you doing? I'm sore!" I cried out. My arse was still recovering from the exercise we had done in the afternoon. I didn't think I could endure another one. "Not if I heal you," he whispered into my ears. "Vampires are good healers, don't you know?" Shit. I swallowed. I was in for a long night. If only he didn't kill me before the break of day.

"Come to think of it, she's been talking about wanting to thank you for being her sponsor." I avoided his touch and said flatly, "I sponsored her so she could study and build a future, not so she could stay up late with my boyfriend watching the river." Jeremy's expression darkened. "Sabrina Thornton, what are you implying? Why are you talking like that? We have a normal working relationship!" "Would a normal working relationship involve 688 times of late-night shared listening sessions?" I tossed the printed report onto the coffee table. The pages scattered, and his pupils shrank.