Good In Bed Book Novels & Stories

I said a little prayer before changing and going back to bed. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

If anyone walks in, I could pretend to be making the bed, I think to myself. Quietly I pad across the floor and lift the mattress of the bed. The book falls with a soft thud to the frame of the bed. Reaching under the bed I grasp the book in my hand and the symbols glow brightly as they change shapes into letters that I can read. 'Prophecies of the Fae.'

I genuinely appreciate it. Have lots of good time reading the rest chapters and enjoying this book. Love y'all, Gem 💎 Lynne 😚 SPECIAL LITTLE GIFT So, dear reader, below is a sneak peek of book 2 which I'm already working on. Enjoy 🥳 ________________________________ Sophie lay on the opulent bed in a glamorous room, its dim light casting a warm, golden hue over the luxurious furnishings. The bed's silk sheets felt cool against her skin, and the scent of jasmine lingered in the air.

Big and bold. Kael scoots over, creating a small sliver of space for me, and I fold myself awkwardly onto his tiny bed. My body contorts, cramped into angles that feel more like origami than comfort. I open the book, and of course—it is about space, just like the rest of his room, where planets dangle from the ceiling and stars scatter across the wallpaper. At least it’s educational, though that’s little comfort. A groan slips out before I can stop it. Which fool bought this monstrosity? Then realization crashes down like a cruel punch. It was me. I cursed myself with this. Never again will I encourage bedtime reading.

"Duly noted, and no snoring, I like having a peaceful night sleep." Nikolai scoffed and turned off the bedside lamp on his side, but I leaned over to switch on mine. I wasn’t ready to sleep yet. My nerves were still buzzing, and I needed something to distract me. To distract me from all this, from Nikolai and his family and my own thoughts. I reached for one of the books I’d brought with me from home. "The Housemaid" by Freida McFadden. The author that Leo and I had talked about during dinner.

"Sleep tight." "This bed is amazing," I said with a sleepy grin. "Feels like heaven after the cardboard mattress I’ve been on all week." His smirk deepened. "See? Already an upgrade." "Thanks again, Raphaël," I said softly. "Goodnight." "Goodnight, Vienna." He closed the door gently. Just before the latch clicked, Bijou slipped through the crack like a shadow and hopped up onto the bed. I lay back against the pillows, sinking into the perfect blend of firmness and softness. The sheets were cool and crisp, the room faintly scented with chocolate and wood polish.

I got out a dense packed book and quickly went back to Reuben in bed. He looked confused and disheveled; his inquisitive gaze fell on the book in my hand. He asked, "What is that?" I, in turn, proudly presented it to him, "Lo and behold Your Highness, this right here in my hand is the 5th popular limited edition of Busty Asian Babes. I heard it is so stimulating that you can release at any time." Reuben with book in hand, "..........."

I opened the door wide enough for both of us to walk through. The room itself was simple, a small wooden bookshelf filled to the brim with children's books was near the door. Nikolas had gotten the shelf and half the book in the world when he realized Samuel was a sensitive child who enjoyed fairy tales. The walls like the door were yellow. Not as bright and scorching as the door but the subtle color gave life to the room. In the corner of the room was a white and yellow covered bed that held a mound of covers. That mound was in fact a pillow. I freed the covers and placed Samuel into the bed. It was soft. Nothing like mine. I felt almost jealous. Tucking him, I sauntered over to the shelf a

Something deeper… like instinct overriding thought. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I reached up, cupping my breast, my fingers finding my hard nipple. I gasped, my head falling back as I closed my eyes. It felt so good, so right. I pinched and rolled the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

Like "us" “Guest room is down the hall,” he said, setting my small overnight bag by the door. He’d had someone fetch clothes and essentials from my restaurant while we were in the meeting. Efficient. Terrifying. “Or my room. Your choice. No pressure.” My wolf wanted his room. Wanted to roll in his sheets and cover herself in that scent until Jeff’s stale pack mark faded forever. I swallowed hard. “Guest room. For now.” Kael’s smirk was knowing. “For now.”