A Baby for the Babysitter: A Forbidden Romance

By Cassandra Dee

Marcy:

I have multiple jobs which include babysitting and moonlighting as a hostess for a gentlemen’s club called Sanctum.

Guess which one is filled with naughty filth?

Yes, you’d be right. There are things that happen at Sanctum that I can *never* put on my resume, but I love it anyways.

One day at a special play party, I meet a man who’s so gorgeous that my thighs squeeze tight with deliciousness. He’s got broad shoulders, sculpted abs, and a certain something that makes me whine with ecstasy. We set off fireworks so hot that I’m surprised the club doesn’t catch fire and burn down.

But everything that happens at Sanctum stays hush hush, right?

Unfortunately, it’s not that easy. I’ve also got a new babysitting client who needs help with his little daughter.

But when the front door opens, I gasp with shock because it’s HIM! The huge, gorgeous billionaire that I entertained just last night! OMG, our paths aren’t supposed to cross in real life!

Even worse, Jared thinks that I have to do whatever he wants because he’s technically bought and paid for my time. But what the billionaire doesn’t realize is that actions have consequences – and he’s getting a baby before this night is over!

Hey Readers – We’re back at Sanctum for some spicy fun! This book is a sequel to Taken By The Beast, but this time we’re following Marcy, Bridget’s saucy friend who also likes her fun embedded in pure filth. It’s a special trick called belly-dancing *wink wink* which can only be done in the confines of the club. Don’t get me wrong because the Sanctum girls have hearts of gold, it’s just that they also have curvy bodies made for sin, and they’re not afraid to use them! Lose yourself in this filthy tale of love, desire, and everything in between. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cassandra Dee Romance
• Release date: Oct 18, 2022

Book preview

1

Marcy

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Ihop off the subway, lugging my overstuffed bag on my shoulder, huffing from the effort. It’s full to the brim with makeup, a change of clothes, a water bottle, and sky-high stilettos. It’s so stuffed I can’t even zip it all the way, so I clutch it carefully against my body and hope that nothing falls out because that would be utter disaster. After all, who wants to be scrabbling on their hands and knees on a dirty NYC subway platform as pedestrians rush by? It’s unclear whether anyone would even stop to help me. Hmph. That’s city life, I suppose.

As a result, I climb the subway steps carefully until I reach the busy street. My fellow citizens shove past each other, all in a rush to catch the next train or get to their next appointment, but I stop to look around. Where’s Petunia? Oh, there she is. My buddy’s standing across the street, and I wave wildly to get her attention.

Pet! Pet! I shout loudly over the noise of cars honking loudly at one another. It’s a scorching day and I can already feel the sweat beading on my forehead and under my arms. Eeew gross, this is getting nasty and it’s exactly what I don’t want. I shift my bag uncomfortably to my other shoulder, wishing I could get some relief from this heat.

Pet! I call again. Over here!

My friend finally sees me and waves back, dashing across the street at the last second before the light shifts to red. In typical New York fashion, someone blares their horn in protest, but Pet just rolls her eyes and then waves brightly at me once more.

Hey Marce, she calls in return, somehow managing to jog in her stilettos. Someone should give this girl a prize.

Petunia, you are a crazy person to be wearing those shoes already, I tell her as I plant a quick kiss on her cheek. Why didn’t you just keep them in your bag and wear sneakers until we get to Sanctum? Did you actually ride the subway in those things? I demand, eyeing the six-inch shoes warily. They’re a gorgeous purple color, but the heels look like chopsticks that could easily get caught in a grate. Or break, come to think of it.

Pet giggles. Nah, I splurged for a cab. I was running late and I couldn’t stand the idea of getting onto a hot train. You know that there are very few places where I’m willing to get packed in like a sardine.

I wipe at my damp face. Yeah, I should have probably done the same because look at me now, I say ruefully, glancing at the damp spots forming under my armpits. Gross. But then I glance at the time on my phone. Thankfully, I should have time for a quick rinse at the club before we have to start performing, so let’s go.

Yeah girl, I’m going to need one, too. Still. I can’t believe I have to walk four blocks in this heat, Pet whines.

You could have taken the cab directly to Sanctum, you know, I say with a smile. I don’t mind.

Pet just scoffs. I said I would meet you at the subway stop, and here I am, she insists, sniffling delicately as if I’ve offended her. Hos before bros, she pronounces magnanimously.

I giggle. "Don’t you mean bros before hos? But I guess it’s the opposite for us because we are the hos! I giggle. No seriously though, you’re the best. Now let’s hustle because the sooner we get to the club, the sooner we can shower so that I don’t become a steaming pile of sweat and flesh."

With that, Petunia and I hurry along the crowded streets. Despite the suffocating temperature, it seems like more New Yorkers than ever are out and about on this humid Saturday afternoon. We pass a guy with an intense purple mohawk sitting next to a preppy looking lady in a Gucci sundress. Even crazier, they’re actually talking like they’re best friends.

Only in New York, Pet observes as we hurry past the odd couple.

I nod.

I know, right? I thought the city was supposed to empty out in the summer but it seems like everyone’s still here, I say while we wend our way through throngs of random people.

Pet nods.

Girl you and me both. I guess these are all the people who can’t afford the Hamptons, and unfortunately, that includes us, Pet says with a sigh. Do you think we’ll ever be able to afford to go East?

I think for a moment.

"I don’t know, but if I ever get rich, I promise to take you to the Hamptons. We’ll have a huge house all to ourselves, along with a peanut shaped swimming pool and as many mimosas as we can drink."

Pet smiles. I’m holding you to that peanut-shaped pool, she grins. Any other shape won’t do.

With more giggles, we hurry forward and a few minutes and several crowded blocks later, Pet and I reach our destination: Sanctum. The building isn’t much to look at from the outside, but that’s the whole point behind its understated design. It’s a huge, stone structure with shuttered windows and a small gated courtyard out front. It looks normal, and not at all like a den of sin, which is its true function.

The doorman holds the glass doors open, and Pet and I gratefully step into the main lobby, which is air-conditioned, thankfully.

Dang, that was tough, and it was only four blocks, I say.

Yeah, Pet remarks. Come on, let’s get to the locker room.

We make our way through the lobby, which is also relatively innocuous looking. Of course, there are marble floors and nice bouquets, but those are all par for the course in Manhattan. Soon, we’re in an elevator on our way up, and I turn to smile at my friend.

Are you excited for the event tonight? I ask, taking a deep breath.

Pet giggles. "I guess. To be honest, I can’t believe I let you talk me into doing this because I don’t know anything about belly dancing."

I giggle.

"Yeah, but you know what I told you before. This is Sanctum belly dancing, so it’s not exactly your normal wiggle of the hips."

Pet nods.

I’m intrigued I have to say, she murmurs. I had no idea it was even anatomically possible but then after you showed me those YouTube videos … woo hoo! It’s going to be crazy.

I wink.

You got that right.

But then, the elevator dings and we arrive at our floor. Unlike the inconspicuous exterior and lower lobby, the private areas of Sanctum are at another level when it comes to decor. The elevator doors open to reveal a plushly carpeted hallway, along with glittering chandeliers and gold-tinted wallpaper. And this is just a hallway, so you can imagine what the rest of the club looks like.

Hurriedly, Pet and I wend our way towards the dressing rooms, our excitement mounting. Tonight’s going to be great, and as hostesses we dance, sing, drink with our clients, and make a lot of tips. Of course, what we do isn’t exactly above board, but that’s part of the thrill. After all, life at Sanctum is all about fantasies, and we like to indulge on occasion.

Once we get into the women’s locker room, we stuff our bags into our lockers and then shower quickly, washing off the stickiness of the New York heat. I pad toward my little nook in the locker room and quickly begin getting dressed.

That shower was heavenly, I sigh while slipping on a lacy bra. I scoop my boobs upward so that they look even perkier and stare at myself in the mirror. The lace is so sheer as to be practically transparent, and of course, it’s about two cup sizes too small so that my orbs spill out in creamy swells.

I know, I totally needed it, Pet agrees, her face contorted as she carefully applies eye makeup in the mirror. Then, she steps back and admires her work. Girl, I love this eyeliner! she raves. This is amazing.

Isn’t it the best?! I agree, nodding approvingly at her handiwork. Estee Lauder has really outdone themselves, I state, and my employee discount is worth its weight in gold.

After all, I don’t work at Sanctum full-time. Instead, my main job is selling cosmetics at a high-end department store, and then I also moonlight as a babysitter on occasion. I know, it’s so schizophrenic but you have to do what you have to do to get by in NYC because this place is expensive. For me, that means working three jobs in three completely different fields, and I like it actually. Each position is a nice break from the others, even if I have to focus to get my head in the right space sometimes.

"Your employee discount is pretty sweet, Pet muses. I wonder if I should