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

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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

oblivion. Just a few more thrusts of my hips and…

sex dreams, when you woke up before the

moaned out, “No, fucking hell. I was

his throat

man in my bed?

“Sutton?” The deep timbre of his voice caused goosebumps to

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

No!

had been straddling Mr. Williams thigh. Great, I was humping him

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

nearly smiled. “Sutton, are you

a gorgeous man. Mortification drenched my soul. What if he thought I was

didn’t even know what

have to…” Mark began again, but I cut him off.

I was almost to the door when

“For heaven’s sake, Miss Landry, stop for a moment.”

not wanting to turn

least turn around so I am not

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

a fraction.

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

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

like I was the dessert on the

foot nervously. As much as 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,

for a moment.

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

not speak of this,”

raised a brow. “We won’t speak of what?”

He clenched his jaw, which was sexy as fuck with the shadow of beard that was growing there. His eyes went to my breasts and he said in a low

we wouldn’t have spoken of it now. So, if there isn’t anything

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

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.

my table. He just happened to be

nod he said, “I put my things in your washer, Sutton. I hope that

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

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.

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

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