His Bed Warmer Wife Novels & Stories

“Breakfast in bed? What’s the occasion?” “Do I need one?” he countered, setting the tray down and climbing into bed beside me, his warmth seeping into my side. “Only the best for my wife.” My heart stuttered. *Wife.* I hummed, nudging him playfully. “I like the sound of that.” Jack scrambled onto the bed, his small body pressing against mine, and Xavier followed, stealing a strawberry from my plate with that infuriating grin of his. “Good,” he said, popping it into his mouth. “Because you’re stuck with me.”

I got alert . How can we both sleep on the same bed ??? How?! I got up with a jerk and looked at him . "Go and get some other room" I ordered him but he replied me in my own tone "N , O . No . I will sleep with my wife" How dare he to show me attitude.?? Ughhhhh , I really want to pull his hair hard but I don't my hubby to be bald that soon . So , i just decided to make a pillow wall.

She told him to spend a couple of days with his brother and they'd talk when he got home. Lying on his back in the Queensize bed he reached for his cock. If he couldn't have any pussy he'd jack off, hell he was getting used to it. He slept naked, Brenda used to also but lately she had started wearing flannel pajamas to bed. Guess that was one way to tell him she wasn't interested in sex. Meanwhile in the other bedroom... Ted reached over and gently slipped his arm around his sleeping wife. He couldnt sleep, he had slept for a few hours and then woke up horny as hell. He didn't want to bother her she was sleeping so peacefully. She snuggled down into his arms.

The handsome man surveyed the bedroom everything in the room appeared normal, and there was nothing that was out of the ordinary. Then, he went back to the kitchen and prepared a lot of salivating food for them both. Since Little Veen wasn't around, he didn't prepare any for him. After he served the plates on the table, he went back to the room and woke her up. "Carry me..." his wife requested as soon as she opened her eyes. She lifted both hands at him. She had turned into a super lazy human that only her husband could see. Hue smiled at her childish request. He carried her in his arms and he wasn't angry at all. He cannot refuse her because he vowed to pamper her as much as possible.

All I knew was that I was pulled into a warm embrace during the night. And I slept comfortably in that warmth that surrounded me like a security blanket. Before the sun was up, I was already up but Andrei was no longer on the bed with me. I touched his side of the bed and there's still the lingering warmth. He just woken up. By the build of his body, I had the idea that he was working out in his gym at this time. I found my way to his gym and my idea was right. There my husband was engrossed working out.

A kiss so warm and demanding it felt like it vaporized every doubt that had been burning in my chest moments ago. "How’s that? Soft enough for you? It’s all for you, Babe," he whispered when he pulled away, flashing a playful, lopsided grin. "I have to start taking better care of myself now. I want my brilliant wife to always feel comfortable and proud when she’s standing next to me in the spotlight." His sweet talk flowed like an antidote, instantly melting the icy shards of suspicion in my heart. "So, you’ve been taking extra care of your appearance lately just for me?" I asked, my voice finally softening.

Did I hear that right? She was threatening me? Ever since we got married, I worked from home and barely showed up at the company. She figured I was jobless, living off her—throwing me a thousand bucks a month so I wouldn't starve. I never touched it. Everything I wore, everything I owned—it was all custom. She just couldn't tell. So to her, I was just some stray waiting for scraps. "Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change."

“Sign the papers, and we can part amicably.” I smirked at the clause stating I would walk away from the marriage with nothing. “Part amicably? So the last seven years of my life mean nothing?” Lifting her chin, Krystal said shamelessly, “Ray, you had nothing when you met me. I built my wealth from the ground up. “You enjoyed a life of luxury for seven years, and that’s more than enough. I can’t believe you’d eye my fortune. You make me sick with your greed!”

Amara woke to a house that did not feel like hers. The guest room was too perfect—neatly made bed, pale curtains, faint scent of expensive wood polish. Nothing here carried warmth. Nothing here welcomed her. She lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, letting the truth settle again. She was married. To Lucas Harrington. A man who had never wanted her. Amara pushed herself out of bed and slipped on a robe. Her suitcase sat unopened in the corner, a reminder that she was still living out of borrowed space. Last night had been too heavy for unpacking. This morning felt worse.

I got off the bed and started moving to the door when he grabbed my arm . "Where're you going?" "Back to my room." I said as I looked bored at him. "No, you are staying here . Which husband and wife sleep in different rooms on their honeymoon babe ." He said, smirking. Honeymoon????? Nooooo..... "What???." I shouted. "You heard me now come and sleep on bed. It's big enough to fit 4 people and you aren't that fat you will occupy only 2 and half man space." He said serious.