Book Stand To Read In Bed Novels & Stories

He mutters with a tamed flush, not the wild ones I've been seeing on his lips recently. "Yes," I say with a nod. I'm left in my bra and panties, he gathers my clothes and places it on the large bedside table close to us where some books are on top. "Who has these books, you?" My curious mind prompts me to ask. "Yes, I did drop them there the last time I came here." I look at the study shelves at the extreme, with books filled. Bookworms, just like me, love having some books in their bedroom, so when they are bored, they can easily reach out to it without having to go to the library.

I would never know. Oh, I should get her a kindle too. Scented candles, blue light glasses. Fill the kitchen and pantry with snacks. I could have a little snack section installed on her side of the bed too. “Do you think I should get her those lights she can attach to her book or just like a bedside lamp for when she wants to read?” I blurted out before I could think. “I’ll get both.” I added as I continued making mental lists of everything I could get for her. For when she doesn’t want to read in the room, I’ll have a spare room turned into a personal library space just for her.

Where is mine? ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● We place that panda bed on my study because as Ella said as I scream and threaten on my business associates on the phone she will lie down on that bed beside my desk and quietly read her book. We even remove the couch to accomodate that bed. "Gideon?" "Hmm?" I answered as I am signing some of my contracts.

The book on the nightstand. I had not known about the book. I had not been in his bedroom since the morning I told him. He had bought a book. He had put it on his nightstand where a man puts things he intends to read before he sleeps. Something moved in my chest that I could not immediately name.

She shifted her head down a bit, her smile disappearing as I stood from the bed, "Oh." I watched her face as I walked towards my bookshelf. Killing two birds with one stone was going to be easy with this situation. "I can still lay with you if you want," I spoke, retrieving the old book that sat on the far corner I watched as her eyes went wide. "O-oh no it's fine I don't want to bother you," she spoke quickly. Again I shook my head as I made my way back towards the bed. "You won't be," I assured her, "I can hold you with one arm and read with the other, though I'll have to lay on my side since I can't really lay on my back at the current moment," I said casually.

And layed properly on my bed; Laying on the bed is the best position for me to read and assimilate. * * * To Be Continued ****** ****

They range from thick tomes on ancient pack laws to thin novels with worn spines. I arrange them neatly on the shelf by his bed, trying to ignore the curiosity nagging at me. What kind of man reads books like these? The jacket on the chair smells like him, the faint scent of roses clinging to the fabric. I fold it carefully, placing it on the edge of the bed. The bed. I glance at it, then quickly look away. It’s massive, with soft cream-colored sheets and a dark brown comforter that looks like it costs more than my entire wardrobe.

But still, I wasn't satisfied, I wanted to feel the heat of her body against mine, and without hesitating, I scooped her into my lap. A startled gasp tore from her lungs but she didn't protest instead she adjusted on my lap, brushing against my already strained hard-on. I had to grab her waist to stop her from moving. “Why are you still up?” “I couldn't sleep, so I decided to do some reading,” She held up the book in her hands, and I scanned the books that were stacked around the sofa. They were all books and journals from my library, relating to the pack and Kingdom. Some were centuries old.

infact, I didn't actually see shit because I was terribly blinded by animal lust and I had just wanted to be fucked. Seven fucking orgasms later, my eyes were clear and I could notice the surroundings around me. As expected...not surprised at all, his bedroom had dark aesthetics, but not as much as his bathroom. And again, his bed was bigger than normal...triple king sized. Five people of the same size as I could sleep on this bed and there would be enough space for extra two. He carefully placed me on the bed as I continued to check his room out. He had a standing shelf by the corner, surprisingly, filled with with books. Hmm, never thought, he read books.

I wandered, letting my eyes skim across the room in small, tight, cautious sweeps. The bed was impossibly inviting. The crimson silk all smooth and glossy, black pillows stacked like they had never been touched by someone who actually slept. The nightstand beside it was dark wood to match, its surface polished but not to a sheen. I stepped closer, my heartbeat starting to thunder again. Lying on top was a book. Thick, hardbound, the kind with a cracked spine and a ribbon falling out the bottom end as a marker. The title was stamped in worn silver lettering: