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.”

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

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lover’s neck, I rocked my hips back and forth, loving the way that he made me feel, his hard body driving insistently against

few more thrusts of my hips and…

was the worst part of sex 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

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

cleared his throat and I froze.

there a man in my bed? I didn’t

his voice caused goosebumps to

My eyes flew open, and to my complete horror, I found a pair of steel-gray eyes bearing down on me. It was then that I realized the true implications of where I was and

No!

my leg had been straddling Mr. Williams thigh. Great,

it was then I noticed how rigid he was. I was plastered all over him and he was lying there like

nearly smiled. “Sutton, are

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 bar?

even know what

Mark began again,

for just a minute.” I was almost to the door

heaven’s sake, Miss Landry, stop for

not wanting to turn around.

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

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

raised my chin a fraction.

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

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 been reality.

I was the dessert

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

His eyes blazed for a moment.

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

speak of

a brow. “We

shadow of beard that was growing there. His eyes went to my breasts and he said

way, we wouldn’t have spoken of it now.

frowned as he looked at my hands. “Are you

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

at my table. He just happened to

your washer, Sutton. I hope that is okay

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

nodded happily and turned to the newspaper that he likely picked up off my front porch. I knew it was

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

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