Breed Me Boss

By Salome Nox

Callie is a normal girl working as a secretary until she catches the eye of her billionaire boss Edward Grayson. But he doesn’t just want sweet Callie for a wild night. Mr. Grayson wants an heir and he decides that the best way to get it is to breed Callie. It doesn’t take long for Callie to get pregnant, but as the seed grows and her belly swells Mr. Grayson’s lust increases more and more. . .

-All characters are over 18 and fictional-

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sasha Black
• Release date: May 19, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370550845

Salome Nox

Salome Nox loves her erotic adventures just one way - bareback! No condoms allowed - just delicious creampies and growing bellies!

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Breed Me Boss

Taboo Fertile Erotica

by

Salome Nox

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Breed Me Boss (Taboo Fertile Erotica)

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***All characters are over 18 and fictional***

I always thought I was a strong woman. From the time I was a kid, I ate up all the Girl Power stereotypes. I thought I was going to be the first woman president. I never dreamed that I’d be on my knees in the secret sex room of one of the richest men in the city.

I’ve never been one of those quiet types. I think the word wild describes my personality type better than anything else. I have the type of curves that get you cat calls on the street, and I was never afraid to yell right back. Girl power or not, I spent a lot of my life in and out of trouble until I shaped up in college and managed to land a job working for Edward Grayson

Edward Grayson was beyond rich. He was the kind of rich that could buy and sell people, and if he really wanted to, he could make them disappear. Me? I’m nobody. Just plain old Callie Granger, a secretary in one of his many holdings. The day I met Mr. Grayson was one of the rainiest days we’d had in months. Muddy footprints covered the hallway from uncaring executives, and the last thing my boss wanted was the big boss seeing the floor filthy. The janitorial staff was busy with a clogged toilet upstairs, so guess who had the duty of crawling on her hands and knees with a roll of paper towels and a bottle of Windex? Me, that’s who.

Mr. Grayson walked in while I was crouched on the floor, my skirt riding up my hips as I scrubbed at a stubborn patch of mud.

You look good on your knees.

I snapped my head around, ready to verbally eviscerate whoever was crude enough to make a remark like that. When