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.”

in my bed. Hell, I worried that I would spontaneously combust just by his sheer sexual attraction. So, imagine my surprise when my

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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 loved to have my nipples played with. I ground my core

I was seconds away from oblivion. Just a few more thrusts of my

to fucking hell. This was the worst part of sex dreams, when you woke up before the big finish. I

a groan I moaned out, “No, fucking

his throat and I froze.

in my bed? I didn’t

deep timbre of his voice caused goosebumps to

complete horror, I found a pair of steel-gray eyes bearing down on me. It was then that I realized the true implications

No!

top was pushed up and over my breasts, and my leg had been straddling Mr. Williams thigh. Great, I was

all over him and he was lying there like a board. I swiftly tore away from him whilst tugging my top down. Scrambling out of the bed, I nearly fell on my ass.

The man nearly smiled. “Sutton, are you alright?”

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 thinks that I am the kind of girl that brings strange men

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

have to…” Mark began again, but

just a minute.” I was almost to

“For heaven’s sake, Miss Landry, stop for a moment.”

paused, not wanting to turn around.

very least turn around

ever-formal Mark Williams had said the right thing to help my embarrassment begin to fade.

I raised my chin a fraction. “Did you need something?”

You seemed as if the hounds

I remembered the dream. Had his hand been on

was the dessert on

luscious Mr. Williams, I knew it would have been a bad idea. With a bravado I didn’t

eyes blazed for a

way his gaze raked over my body left me without any doubts as to what he wanted.

will not speak of this,”

a brow. “We won’t speak

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 a low voice, “You know very well what I

my way, we wouldn’t have spoken

Mark frowned as he looked at my hands.

whipped back around to find a short denim skirt and a faded peasant blouse, along with a

Earl drinking a beer at my table. He just happened to be wearing my bathrobe.

“I put my things in your washer, Sutton. I hope

He grinned at me with those yellowed teeth, and I felt a surge of fondness for the old man. “Of course, Earl. You know that you

front porch. I knew it was only a matter of time before his wife Martha would be pounding on my door.

“Earl, I know you

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