Good In Bed Book Novels & Stories

He had a large bed built of dark wood, and it was easily the most expensive piece in the room. Abby couldn't stop herself from wondering what it would be like to be in that bed with him. She flushed, biting the inside of her cheek. Running a hand down the comforter, she smiled at how soft it was. So he likes nice bedding. She could appreciate a man who understood the importance of high-thread counts. The right side table had some books, an empty glass, and a pair of reading glasses. Abby read the titles of the books—all nonfiction about wars or horses—and wandered around the rest of the room.

But because of his exhaustion and curiosity of reading the book, he went to sleep only after he finished reading half of it as he put it again on his bedside table's drawer That night was the night that he barely have time to sleep considering sleeping at past midnight just by reading a book. There, inside his room he was peacefully sleeping with his messy silver hair all over his gorgeous pale face pointed nose, red thin lips, and perfect body. He sleeps in an unusual position but that doesn't matter to him, what matters is that he got to sleep comfortably. Even if it means holding his other foam and hugging them on one side like a baby-making him adorable to look at

Chapter 24. Authors pov. The early morning sun penetrated through the window and rested on her cheeks, jolting her out of her deep slumber. She tossed on the bed trying to find Axel in the big bed, only to see it empty. The room was cold and she couldn't hear the sound of running water. She sat up, rubbing her face trying to make herself wake up a bit, her pussy feeling sore from what they had yesterday. The thought about what they had the previous night came playing in her head and her face stretched into a smile as she thought of his thrust and words that drove her to the verge of extreme craziness.

After Amelia left the nursery, Andrew turned off the lights in the room, leaving only a dim night light. He placed Asher in the small bed and picked up a bedtime storybook. "What story does Asher want to hear? 'The Adventures in the Candy House'?" Andrew asked. Asher shook his little head, sitting up from the small bed. His tiny hands wandered through the bookshelf on the bedside table, finally pulling out a book, "Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves," handing it to Andrew. "Tell this one." Andrew opened the children's storybook and started reading.

“No, it’s just embarrassing to stay here, and I didn’t expect you to let me sleep in a room like this. Shouldn’t I be in the maid’s quarters?” Nicole said, biting her lip, which made Alexander gently tap her on the forehead. Since it didn’t hurt, she didn’t complain. “First, you’re my guest. Second, you’re not my maid, so you’re not staying in the maid’s quarters. And third, if you really don’t want to stay here, believe me, I’ll be more than happy to take you to my room and—” “Oh no, I want to stay here! This room’s beautiful, it feels like a princess’s room. The bed’s huge too!”

What else could it be? The sleep didn’t come. I kicked the covers off and walked around the room. There wasn’t much in it. A small lamp, a bathroom, a shelf with a few books. I pulled one out and coughed slightly from the dust that came with it. “ ‘The Red One’ by Gracie Evans.” I hadn’t read this book before. It seemed interesting. Just as I was about to turn the first page, there was a heavy thud at my door. My heart sank into my chest, and I dropped the book. The thug came again, lighter this time, followed by the sound of muffled voices.

The frustration in his words had been evident, even though he’d tried super hard to mask it. I stared now at Keren, who was ahead of me, trying to pick out a book from her shelf. I closed the distance between us and watched her pick one out with a pink and white cover, which, well… matched the color and atmosphere of the room. “Should I read it to you?” She nodded, lying on her back on the bed. I covered her gently with the duvet and took a seat on a rounded, embroidered ottoman. The title of the book was The Princess Baby. I smiled at the eyes wide open honey pie in front of me and began reading, as slowly as I could.

Adina led him into his bedroom and said gently, “Do you want a bedtime story from me?” “Okay.” Alden took the book that was placed at the head of his bed. It was a book of idioms, one that was a little more on the esoteric side. Alden leaned against the bed and read the book slowly. After three stories, Alden finally closed his eyes and fell asleep. She switched off the light and tiptoed out of the room before gently closing the door behind her. Just then, she saw Duke also coming out of Melody’s room.

Would she still be angry at him? He stopped in front of her door and gently pushed it open. The moment he stepped inside, he saw her asleep, an open book resting in her small hands. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He knelt down and carefully took the book from her, his eyes scanning the cover. Seven Days Before Goodbye. His finger traced the title absentmindedly as he wondered why most girls loved reading so much. He rolled his eyes and walked to the shelf, placing the book there.

I put on a giant gray t-shirt that covers my heavy skin and a pair of pink trousers, then I slide into the most comfortable bed in the whole metropolis. I pile the big pillows against the wood headboard and wiggle my fat butt against the mattress until I am perfectly cozy. After sleeping on that hard, lumpy mat in my old basement den that smelled like bad herbs, this royal bed feels like a beautiful dream. The silk sheets feel so soft against my skin. Living with the Alpha King is just temporary, but I am going to enjoy this beautiful fairytale while it lasts. I reach for the new book on the side table and smell the pages. "There is nothing better than the scent of a fresh book." I whisper.