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.”

there was no possible way I would be able to sleep with a man as sexy and powerful 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

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incredible dream. Something was hard and hot between my thighs, and a rough masculine hand was caressing my naked breast. Moaning 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

oblivion. Just a few more thrusts of my

worst part of sex dreams, when you woke up before the big finish. I closed my eyes, trying to force myself

out, “No, fucking hell. I

A man cleared his throat and

in my

“Sutton?” The deep timbre of his voice caused goosebumps

a pair of steel-gray eyes bearing down on me. It was then that I realized the true implications of where I was and who I

No!

been straddling Mr. Williams thigh.

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

The man nearly smiled. “Sutton, are you

drenched my soul. What if he thought I was trying to seduce him? What if he thinks that

am going to shower now,” I blurted out, turning abruptly and grabbing something out of my drawer. I didn’t even know what clothes I had

have to…” Mark began again, but I

minute.” I was almost to the door

heaven’s sake, Miss Landry, stop for a

paused, not wanting to turn around.

around so I am

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

chin a fraction. “Did you

that you aren’t upset. You seemed as if the hounds of hell were at your feet. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

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

me like I was the

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

blazed for a

was inauspicious enough, but the way his gaze raked over my body left me without any doubts as to what he wanted. However, his next

“We will not speak of this,” he said coldly.

raised a brow. “We won’t speak of what?”

growing there. His eyes went to my breasts and he said in a low voice, “You know

“If I had my way, we wouldn’t have spoken of it now.

at my hands. “Are you wearing that?”

to find a short denim skirt and a faded peasant blouse, along with a bra and underwear. Without a word, I darted

at my table. He just happened to be wearing

my things in your washer,

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 are always

likely picked up off my front porch. I knew it was only a matter of time

I hadn’t yet rinsed the conditioner out of my hair when I heard Martha screeching, “Earl, I know you are in there. Open the damn door. You

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