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.”

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

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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

few more thrusts of my hips

dreams, when you woke up before the big finish. I closed my eyes, trying to force

out, “No, fucking hell. I was

man cleared his throat and I

there a man in my bed? I didn’t do

his voice caused goosebumps to

complete horror, I found a pair of steel-gray eyes bearing

No!

leg had been straddling Mr. Williams thigh. Great, I was humping him like a bitch

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

“Sutton, are you

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 home from the

I didn’t even know what clothes I had snatched up.

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

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

Miss Landry, stop for

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. By being his highhanded, bossy self, I noticed that I was feeling a little better.

raised my chin a fraction. “Did you need

if the hounds of hell were at your feet. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

he was 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

like I was the dessert on the all-you-can-eat buffet

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 you

eyes blazed for

The one word was inauspicious enough, but the way his gaze raked over my body left me

not speak of

raised a brow. “We won’t speak

beard that was growing there. His eyes went to

have spoken of it now. So, if there isn’t anything else?”

Mark frowned as he looked at my hands. “Are you

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

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

put my things in your washer,

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 course, Earl. You know that you are always welcome. Sit tight for a moment. After my shower I will

I knew it was

of my hair when I heard Martha screeching, “Earl, I know you are

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