Bedding the Billionaire

CHAPTER 6

Sutton

“I can’t share your bed, Miss Landry.”

I rolled my eyes and repeated myself one more time. “Listen, Mr. Williams, you have a head injury. That means you need to be monitored. I voted for calling an ambulance, but you voted me down. It’s fucking late, or actually hella early, and I need to sleep. So, your option is to share the couch with me or the bed.”

Mr. Williams coughed, and I could have sworn the man blushed. “That is highly inappropriate!”

“I am not going to ravish you.” I was starting to enjoy this a little too much. “I am exhausted, and I am going to sleep. Now, get your ass in gear. We are going to bed.”

Instead of waiting for him to decide, I grabbed his hand and began to pull. To my surprise, the giant of a man followed me into my bedroom. He looked completely out of place. The mattress was fairly new on the old double bed. I had saved up for almost two years to buy it. It wasn’t top of the line or anything, but at least it wasn’t sagging in the middle.

“What side of the bed do you sleep on?” I asked, yawning.

Mr. Williams was looking everywhere but at me. “What?” he said distractedly. “Oh, um, look I am going to just go back out to the couch.”

It looked like I needed to take matters into my own hands. With brute force I pushed him down onto the mattress. “Lay down, cowboy.”

He turned toward me, and I noticed once again how close we were in my small bedroom. Clearing my throat, I climbed over to my side of the bed saying, “You need to relax and lay down.”

He let out a long-defeated sigh, so I reached up and gently pushed his shoulder until Mark laid back on the bed.

“Are you okay?” I asked hesitantly, my voice sounding louder in the dark.

“Of course, I am.” His reply in that dry tone of his somehow comforted me.

A loud yawn escaped me, and despite the fact that I had a complete hottie in my bed, I was almost dead to the world. All I wanted to do was get some sleep. Sadly, his large body took up a lot of space in my double bed. I found myself rolling into his space no matter how hard I tried to hang on to the other side.

After three attempts at hugging the edge, Mr. Williams gruffly pulled my body into his so that my head was resting on his chest, and his muscular arm surrounded me. I didn’t move, speak, or even breathe. But I did feel. I could feel every inch of him—and it was magnificent.

“Neither one of us will be getting any rest, Miss Landry, if you don’t relax. Come on, let’s get some sleep.”

Rest? Shit, I am now wide awake!

With a gulp I replied, “Yes, sir.”

I could somehow feel his smile against the top of my head.

“Smart ass,” he quipped, and I giggled. I couldn’t help it. “Relax, Sutton, get some sleep.”

“Okay,” I said softly.

“Good, no more talking.”

as Mr. Williams in my bed. Hell, I worried that I would spontaneously combust just by his sheer sexual attraction. So, imagine my surprise when my eyes grew heavy, and I drifted off to

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into my dream lover’s neck, I rocked my hips back and forth, loving the way that he made me feel, his hard body driving insistently against my softer one. He pinched my nipple, tugging on the tip and then flicking it with his finger. Shit, I

few more thrusts of

of sex dreams, when you woke up before the big finish. I closed my eyes, trying to force myself back into a deeper sleep, but it

out, “No, fucking

cleared his throat

man in my bed? I

his voice caused

bearing down on me. It was then that I realized the true implications of where I was and who

No!

been straddling Mr. Williams

he was lying there like a board. I swiftly tore away from

nearly smiled. “Sutton, are you

keyed up for an orgasm that wasn’t coming, and I just embarrassed myself with a gorgeous man. Mortification drenched my soul. What if he thought I was trying to seduce him? What if he

out of my drawer. I didn’t even know what clothes I had snatched up. For all I knew there could be a tube top and

you don’t have to…” Mark began again,

minute.” I was

“For heaven’s sake, Miss Landry, stop

paused, not wanting to turn around.

around so I

the right thing to help my embarrassment begin to fade. By being his highhanded, bossy self, I noticed that

I raised my chin a

the hounds of hell were

had been. Fire and lust raced through my veins as I remembered the dream. Had his hand been on my breast? I immediately wanted to know what fiction was and

like I was the dessert on the all-you-can-eat buffet line.

a bad idea. With a bravado I didn’t feel, I answered. “There is nothing the matter with me. I was only

for a moment. “Yes.”

the way his gaze raked over my body left me without any

speak of this,” he said

I raised a brow. “We won’t

his jaw, which was sexy as fuck with the shadow of beard that was growing there. His eyes went to my breasts and he said in

snorted. “If I had my way, we wouldn’t have spoken of it now. So, if there isn’t

he looked at my hands.

find a short denim skirt and a faded peasant blouse, along with a bra and underwear. Without a word, I darted out of the bedroom and raced to the bathroom.

table. He just happened to be

nod he said, “I put my things in your washer, Sutton. I hope that is okay with

in my life for as long as I could remember. He grinned at me with those yellowed teeth, and I felt a surge

happily and turned to the newspaper that he likely picked up off my front porch. I knew it was only a matter of time before his wife Martha would be pounding on my

heard Martha screeching, “Earl, I know you are in there. Open

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