Bedding the Billionaire

Sutton

I snuck surreptitious gazes at Mr. Williams in the moonlight as we approached the trailer. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, the man was drop dead gorgeous. I liked the fancy way he talked and the air of superiority that radiated from his body. I especially liked the five o’clock shadow on his jaw that I had a feeling most people never got to see.

Everything about Mark Williams was precision and purpose. I wondered what it would be like to have that kind of focus and determination trained on me. My body to be specific.

I climbed the steps of my childhood home with Mark close on my heels. I pushed the door open and dropped my bag near the door. It was dark inside, and the trailer wasn’t very big. But I was used to navigating through the hodgepodge of furniture.

“Why isn’t your home locked?” he asked, his tone laced with disapproval.

I tried to ignore the way that his body heat could be felt despite the fact that we weren’t touching. I let out a tired sigh as I answered his question, “Mr. Williams, everyone who is anyone knows this is where I live. Look around you. Do you honestly think there is anything someone would want to steal?”

His eyes never left my face as he replied, “Yes, Miss Landry, I do.”

Fuck me twice and call me done, color mounted in my cheeks.

“I am not flirting with you, Miss Landry. I am stating facts. Beautiful women should not live in homes that do not have proper protection.”

“You think I am beautiful?” I had the feeling that this wasn’t what he wanted me to get from his statement. But I had sure liked hearing it from his lips.

Those same lips compressed into a straight line. “Miss Landry.”

“Mr. Williams,” I countered saucily.

From the flare in his eyes I could see that my quip hit it’s mark. I knew that I was pushing his buttons, but the man was too scrumptious not to goad. I couldn’t wait to see what happened when he blew his top or, better yet, blew mine.

“Miss Landry,” he began again, taking a deep breath. “I cannot in good conscience leave you here without being assured of your safety.”

“I am a grown woman, Mr. Williams,” I said, sighing. “I can handle anything that comes my way. So, if you don’t mind, I am tired, and you have bed bugs to go find at the motel.”

In the next moment, I found myself being pressed up against the counter in my tiny kitchen, his masculine scent of leather and spice enveloping me as I struggled against his iron grip.

“You were saying, Miss Landry?” His lips brushed the curve of my ear. I felt my core clench with desire. This wasn’t supposed to be happening! I thought I had the upper hand.

I struggled to free my arms, but his grip on my wrists tightened. Bringing my knee up, I attempted to slam it into the family jewels, but Mr. Williams trapped my leg with his muscular thighs. My chest was pressed tight against his expensive suit coat.

me go!” I demanded.

He wasn’t even breathing hard, the bastard.

rose, “I will have you know that my parentage is

last person that should

your point, Mr. Williams. Let me go!”

he would. However, he flung me away

that settled, let’s discuss where I will be sleeping.”

you have some fucking nerve thinking I will put you up for the night. I don’t care whatever I said before. Get out.”

admonished. “You will need to learn to curb that

nerve. You are not getting lucky tonight. So, you can just figure something else out. I am not that kind of girl!”

to shut the hell up! It wasn’t lost on me that I was arguing with myself

weeks, Miss Landry. I will be staying here to protect

saw his lips twitch. Damn him to hell!

delighted,” he mocked dryly.

I knew that I should have replaced the light bulb, but it hadn’t mattered as

old bedroom and nearly jumped out of my

idea where he had

this is just Earl.” I placed my hand on Mr. Williams’ arm and tried to ignore the

anger. Mr.

wet; he was no more a threat than a field mouse.

the right word. An acquaintance, Nuisance, Pain in the

family!” Earl’s whiskey stained voice protested. “I don’t know who you are, but Sutton always lets me stay when Martha is

feisty for an old coot that had

“What did you do to your wife?” I almost hesitated to ask, but curiosity won out.

have been the picture

drink the sacramental wine again, did you?” I asked pointedly.

were the caretakers of the

them at the tables. How was I

“Earl!”

it was no use arguing. Earl was who he was, and Martha would forgive

enough blankets?” I went to the closet to pull down an extra one. They there threaded and bare,

just let him stay here,” Mr. Williams said

I had forgotten about him,