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.