Breeding the Babysitter

By Arwen Rich

Elle babysits for the billionaire Nathan Rossouw: charming, intimidating and predatory – in the hottest possible way. This is a man who always get what he wants. And his smoldering green eyes are set on Elle.

Elle is afraid of Nathan, but he turns her on like nothing else. And after a late-night incident which sees their professionality begin to slip, Nathan takes charge and shows her the hottest night of her life. The only thing is, he hasn't used any protection...

A simple mistake? Or does Nathan have plans to fill Elle with a baby?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arwen Rich
• Release date: Mar 9, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386549062

Arwen Rich

Arwen loves to pen her hottest fantasies. Though best known for her paranormal romance shorts featuring curvy women and alpha shapeshifters, she is currently writing erotica: primarily impregnation and group sex. Arwen aims to satisfy, and hopes you enjoy her stories!

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Breeding the Babysitter

Arwen Rich

Published by Arwen Rich, 2018.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

BREEDING THE BABYSITTER

First edition. March 9, 2018.

Copyright © 2018 Arwen Rich.

ISBN: 978-1386549062

Written by Arwen Rich.

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Breeding the Babysitter

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Breeding the Babysitter

Jordi, you can’t keep putting things in your mouth, sweetheart. I was past the point of exhaustion. Between lectures, writing a twenty page essay for my Computational Journalism class and clocking six hour shifts every day this week as young Jordan’s nanny, I was running low on fuel.

I slipped the loose piece of the toy truck from his chubby hands and tossed it in the play bin on the shelf just above his reach. Before he could start fussing in protest, I replaced it with the stuffed animal that lay neglected on the carpet behind him.

That should buy me about five minutes.

Not even a few seconds after I’d returned to my laptop on the couch beside me, did the sharp sound of footsteps in the hallway interrupt my focus.

My shoulders slumped in a mix of pique and defeat; it was clear now I would not get much more writing done tonight. Not until I was within the quiet of my own home, at least.

His voice reached me before he did, and no matter how much I wanted to deny it, there was no escaping the way my core tightened and my skin tingled in response.

Hey bubba.

Jordi’s excited squeal and outstretched arms were met with warm reception as his father scooped him up, bringing him high into the air, before peppering kisses onto his face.

I watched on silently, noting how the interaction between the two made me feel something...strange.

It was a sight to see Nathan Rossouw playing with his son.

The man was a six foot tower to my almost five and a half. He was clean cut and all straight lines from his tailored suits, to his angular jaw and patrician nose. To the untrained eye there was no doubt that Nathan was a powerful man. It showed in his stride and was laced into every word he spoke; his coercive nature was not lost on anyone.

His reputation preceded him as a man that sought and conquered all his desires. ‘No’ was simply not a word in his lexicon. His 13.5 billion dollar