Bedding the Billionaire

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.”

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 heavy, and I drifted off to sleep.

***

was 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 and felt the familiar tingling racing up my spine.

few

dreams, when you woke up before the big finish.

With a groan I moaned out, “No, fucking hell. I was almost there.”

cleared his throat and

in my bed? I

“Sutton?” The deep timbre of his voice caused goosebumps to appear across my skin.

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

No!

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

his 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 away from him whilst tugging

man nearly smiled. “Sutton,

I alright? Hell, no! I was all keyed up for an orgasm that wasn’t coming, and I just embarrassed myself with a gorgeous man. Mortification drenched my soul. What

I didn’t even

Mark began again, but I cut him

“Please excuse me for just a minute.” I was almost to the door when he

Miss Landry, stop for

wanting to turn around.

at the very least turn around so I am

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

a

seemed as if the hounds of hell were at your feet. You didn’t

every bit as aroused as I 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 what

I was the dessert on

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

blazed for a moment. “Yes.”

the way his gaze raked over my body left me without any doubts as to what he wanted. However, his next words surprised

speak of this,” he

brow. “We won’t speak of

went to my breasts and he said in a low voice, “You know very

way, we wouldn’t have spoken of

frowned as he looked at my hands. “Are you

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 of the bedroom

my table. He just happened to be wearing my bathrobe.

nod he said, “I put my things in your

could remember. 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 are always welcome. Sit tight for a moment. After my shower I will be out in

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 door.

the conditioner out of my hair when I heard Martha screeching, “Earl, I know you are in there. Open the damn door. You always go to that whorehouse!”