Little Miss Devil:The President's Mischievous Wife
Little Miss Devil:The President's Mischievous Wife
“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.”“Who said it had to be on the bed?”“What?! You wouldn’t dare kick me off the bed, and I will not share it with you!”“The only reason I would force you out is so I can have you on the floor.”She gritted her teeth and glared at her grinning husband.“Go fuck yourself!” she hissed.“Only if you show me how,” he winked back.Once the tabloids...
“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.”“Who said it had to be on the bed?”“What?! You wouldn’t dare kick me off the bed, and I will not share it with you!”“The only reason I would force you out is so I can have you on the floor.”She gritted her teeth and glared at her grinning husband.“Go fuck yourself!” she hissed.“Only if you show me how,” he winked back.Once the tabloids...
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“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.”“Who said it had to be on the bed?”“What?! You wouldn’t dare kick me off the bed, and I will not share it with you!”“The only reason I would force you out is so I can have you on the floor.”She gritted her teeth and glared at her grinning husband.“Go fuck yourself!” she hissed.“Only if you show me how,” he winked back.Once the tabloids...