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.”

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 just by his sheer sexual attraction. So, imagine my surprise when my eyes grew heavy, and I

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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 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

away from oblivion. Just a few more thrusts of my

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

a groan I moaned out, “No, fucking hell.

cleared his throat and I froze.

Why was there a man in my

caused

I knew that voice. 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 who I was with.

No!

breasts, and my leg had been straddling Mr. Williams

and he was lying there like a board. I swiftly tore away from him whilst tugging

nearly smiled. “Sutton, are you alright?”

drenched my soul. What if he thought I was trying to seduce him? What if he thinks that I am the kind

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

Mark began again,

just a minute.” I was

heaven’s sake, Miss Landry, stop for

not wanting to turn around.

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

begin to fade. By being his highhanded,

chin a fraction. “Did you need

know that you aren’t upset. You seemed as if the hounds

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 been

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

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

His eyes blazed for a moment.

my body left me without any doubts as to what he wanted.

speak of this,” he said coldly.

“We won’t speak of what?”

fuck with the shadow of beard that was growing there. His eyes went to my breasts and he said in a low voice, “You know very

we wouldn’t have spoken of it

looked at my hands.

find a short denim skirt and a faded peasant blouse, along with a bra and underwear. Without

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

your washer,

and I felt a surge of fondness for the old

nodded happily and turned 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 would

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

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