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

breathing hard, the bastard.

His brow rose, “I will have you know

the last person that should be calling someone a bastard, even

point, Mr. Williams.

didn’t think he would. However, he flung me away from him as quickly as he had gathered

that we have that settled, let’s discuss where I will be

put you up

“You will need to

lucky tonight. So, you can just figure something

end, I told myself to shut

I will be staying here to protect you,

I replied, wincing when I heard the disappointment in my voice. I swear I saw his lips twitch. Damn him to hell! “Fine, like I told you, there is a spare room

delighted,”

down the dark hallway. I knew that I should have replaced the light bulb, but it hadn’t mattered as much when it was just me. However, Mr. Williams stayed close

old bedroom and nearly jumped out of my skin when someone shrieked from the bed.

idea where he had been hiding it, nor how he had managed to pull it out so

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

is Earl?” Each word was an icy blast of anger. Mr.

and was ninety pounds soaking wet; he was

I searched for the

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

for an old coot that had wormed

I almost hesitated to ask, but

“I am telling you, Sutton, not a damn thing! I have been the picture of perfection to that woman, and she is

didn’t drink the sacramental wine again, did you?” I

caretakers of the local church. But Earl tended to have poker

them at the

“Earl!”

Earl was who he was, and Martha would

closet to pull down an extra one. They there threaded

can’t just let him stay here,” Mr. Williams said with

about him,