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.”

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

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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

oblivion. Just a few more thrusts

fucking hell. This was the worst part of sex dreams, when you woke up before the big finish. I closed my eyes, trying

I moaned out, “No,

cleared his throat and I

was there a man in my bed? I didn’t

caused

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

No!

was pushed up and over my breasts, and my leg had been straddling Mr. Williams

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 my top down. Scrambling out of the bed, I nearly

nearly smiled. “Sutton, are you alright?”

keyed up for an orgasm 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

grabbing something out of my drawer. I didn’t even know what clothes I had snatched up. For all I knew there could be a tube top and pantyhose in my hands.

began again, but I

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

Miss Landry, stop for

I paused, not wanting to turn around.

around so I am

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

a fraction.

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

through my veins as I remembered

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

a bravado I didn’t feel, I

blazed for a moment. “Yes.”

one word was inauspicious enough, but the way his gaze raked over my body left me without any doubts as to

will not speak of this,” he said coldly.

“We won’t speak of what?”

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

I snorted. “If I had my way, we wouldn’t have spoken of

at my hands. “Are you wearing that?”

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 of the bedroom and raced to the bathroom.

passed Earl drinking a beer at my table. He just

in your

I felt a surge of fondness for the old man. “Of course, Earl. You know that you are always welcome. Sit tight for a

porch. I knew it was only a matter of time before his wife Martha would be pounding on my door.

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

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