Novel & Cerita Good In Bed Book

It was at the playground, when she’d come to pick up Lisa–the extra cute little girl I’d instantly fallen in love with the moment I laid eyes on her. “Of course I do. How‘s little Lisa?” “She’s good. And she won’t stop talking about you.” “She’s a nice kid.” I admitted, “She is,” Rose agreed, before her gaze shifted to the book in my hands. “Interesting selection,” she commented, with a small smile and I looked down at the book I'd picked. ‘Beginners Guide; How to Ruin a Man in Bed.’ Out of all the books in the library, I just had to pick this one. Heat rose to my cheeks—good thing it was hidden beneath the curtain of my hair.

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:

Chapter 1: Sinful thoughts I lay on the big king size bed in the master bedroom, the sheets already twisted around my legs. My husband had left yesterday morning for his week-long business trip. He had given me the usual quick kiss at the door and promised to call when he landed, but I knew he probably wouldn’t.

As much as I disliked being here, it was going to be difficult to go back to my twin-sized bed at home. As I readjusted myself in the bed, my fingers brushed the paperback novel that I’d been reading most recently. It was an old favorite of mine, about an Omega that was kidnapped by a dashing Alpha pirate. Through a lot of wacky adventures and quite a few orgies, they fell in love. If I got my flashlight, maybe I could read through my favorite sex scene and go to sleep daydreaming about…

A deep, indescribable loneliness settled in my chest, though I still forced myself to comfort him. "Now that I'm like this… Are you going to find another man?" he asked nervously as he looked at me. I shook my head without hesitation. "I'm not leaving you." Henry smiled, but it looked strained, almost painful. For a split second, disappointment flickered through his eyes. Not long after that, he fell into a deep sleep. I, on the other hand, stayed awake the entire night. The desire he had stirred up earlier still hadn't faded. My whole body burned hot beneath the blankets, and it felt like thousands of tiny insects were crawling beneath my skin, leaving me restless and unbearably on edge.

As I came out of the bathroom and walked towards the bed I was met with two green eyes staring right at me. "Go back to sleep my beauty." I said as I crawled in the bed behind her. "How long was I asleep?" She asked, I could hear the exhaustion in her voice. You fell asleep towards the end and I carried you up here" I replied pulling her back against my chest. Her skin was so soft and perfect. I slid one arm under her head and laid one on her belly. I needed to feel as if I was holding her and our little princess, keeping them both safe while they slept. "Did the book come?" She asked, "it did, I put it up on the shelf and no you are not reading it tonight. Sleep now and we will start readin

Jenny leaned in. "Is he good in bed?"

Just his words, Sorry his texts. I rushed back to my bed and opened his DM. K💝🔐 :Babe!, Good morning. Hope you slept well. And I'm sure you dreamt about me😌. Didn't you??😏 Me : Morning boo 🌹... Yes babe I slept very well and if I didn't dream about you who else would I dream about 🥴 I texted him back. He started typing back immediately K💝🔐 :That's my baby!. Good girl

Chapter 4: LORA'S POV. Mom always used to tell me before her death, “no good comes from men.” She was so wrong, because having Roderick between my thighs, with his lips firm around my clit, was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He had thrown me on his bed earlier, still naked and wet. He didn't mind that his bed was about to be soaked, and he definitely couldn't wait a few seconds before tearing my clothes off my body and pushing his face in-between my thighs.

]* Bedtime. Not Alex’s room. Not ‘through.’ Our room. Big bed. Knight bed. Day 1 bed. Twins. Middle. Already asleep. Sand in hair. _HOME_ washed off. Still there. Alex. End of bed. Book. _Not_ shark. _Not_ court. _Not_ 11 seconds. _The House That Was Just Home._ Susan wrote it. Last night. 4 AM. “Therapy,” she said. Illustrated it. Stick figures. Us. Bear. No bad men.