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.”

Mr. Williams in my bed. Hell, I worried that I would spontaneously combust just by his sheer sexual attraction.

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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

seconds away from oblivion. Just a few

dreams, when you woke up before the big finish. I closed my eyes, trying to force myself back into a deeper sleep, but it wasn’t

out, “No, fucking hell. I was almost

cleared his throat and I froze.

man in my bed? I didn’t do

deep timbre of his voice caused goosebumps to appear across my skin.

of steel-gray eyes bearing down on me. It was then that

No!

my leg had been straddling Mr. Williams thigh. Great, I was humping him

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

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

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

I blurted out, turning abruptly and grabbing something out of my drawer. I didn’t even know what clothes I had snatched up. For all I knew there

“Sutton, you don’t have to…” Mark began again, but I cut him off.

I was

sake, Miss Landry, stop

I paused, not wanting to turn

you at the very least turn around so I am

to fade. By being his highhanded, bossy self, I noticed that I was

Turning, I raised my chin a

upset. You seemed as if the hounds of hell were at

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

was the dessert on the

foot nervously. As much as I would have liked to climb back into bed with the luscious Mr. Williams, I knew it would have been a 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 quick shower so that the bathroom could be free for you and Earl. Was there something

eyes blazed for

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

will not speak of this,” he said coldly.

I raised a brow. “We won’t speak

shadow of beard that was growing there. His eyes went to my breasts and he said in a low voice,

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

he looked at my hands. “Are you wearing

a candy cane scarf and cutoffs in my hands. I felt the color infuse my cheeks. “Um, no. Hold on.” I whipped back around to find a short denim skirt and a faded peasant blouse, along with a bra and underwear. Without a word, I darted

passed Earl drinking a beer at my table. He just

he said, “I put my things in your washer, Sutton.

the old man. He was eccentric and slightly nuts, but he had been a fixture in my life for as long as I could remember. He grinned at me with those yellowed teeth, and I felt a surge of fondness for the old man. “Of

front porch. I knew it was only a matter

my hair when I heard Martha screeching, “Earl, I know you are in there. Open the damn

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