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.”

that 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

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having the most 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 it with his finger. Shit, I loved to have my nipples played with. I ground my core harder against him

Just a few more thrusts of my hips and… nothing.

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

I moaned out, “No,

throat and

a man in my bed? I didn’t

voice caused goosebumps to appear across my skin.

to my complete horror, I found a pair of steel-gray eyes bearing down on

No!

and my leg had been straddling Mr.

throat once again and it was then I noticed how rigid he was. I was plastered all over him and he was lying there like a board. I swiftly tore

“Sutton, are

all keyed up for an orgasm that wasn’t coming, and I just embarrassed myself with a gorgeous man. Mortification drenched my soul. What

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

don’t have to…” Mark began again, but I cut

for just a minute.” I was

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

paused, not wanting to turn around.

“Can you at the very least turn around so I am not addressing

help my embarrassment begin to fade. By being his

a fraction. “Did you need something?”

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

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 what had

was looking at me like I was the dessert on the

a bad idea. With a bravado I didn’t feel, I answered. “There is

eyes blazed for a moment. “Yes.”

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

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

a brow. “We won’t

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

way, we wouldn’t have spoken of it now. So, if there isn’t anything

looked at my hands. “Are you wearing that?”

I had 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 out

Earl drinking a beer at my table. He just

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

I felt a surge of fondness for the old man. “Of course, Earl. You know that you are always welcome. Sit tight for a moment. After my shower I will be out in a bit to make you

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

conditioner out of my hair when I heard Martha screeching, “Earl, I know you are in there.

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