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.”

Williams in my bed. Hell, I worried that I would spontaneously combust just by

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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 loved

from oblivion. Just a few more thrusts of my hips

all to fucking hell. This 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,

“No, fucking

cleared his throat and I

was there a man in my bed?

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

eyes bearing down on me. It was then that

No!

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

was then I noticed how 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 fell on my ass.

smiled. “Sutton, are you alright?”

just embarrassed myself with a gorgeous man. Mortification drenched my soul. What if he

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

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

minute.” I was almost to the door when he

sake, Miss Landry, stop

paused, not wanting to turn around.

very least turn around so I am

help my embarrassment begin to fade. By being his highhanded,

raised my chin a fraction.

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

I remembered the dream. Had his hand

He was looking at me like I was the dessert on the all-you-can-eat buffet

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

His eyes blazed for

raked over my body left me without

speak of this,” he said coldly.

brow. “We won’t speak

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

I had my way, we wouldn’t have spoken of it now. So, if

he looked at my hands. “Are you wearing that?”

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.

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

my things in your washer, Sutton.

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 be

front porch. I knew it was only a matter of time before

of my 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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