Breeding The Babysitter #14: Kara: Breeding the Babysitter, #14

By Arwen Rich and Cherry Poppins

Enzo Morelli, the father of the children Kara babysits, makes her melt like icecream on a hot Summer's day. She can't stop gawking when he walks by shirtless; his chiseled body makes her hot in all kinds of ways. And when he makes a move on her, she can't believe it.

 

But it's about to get complicated. Because there's about to be another child on the way...

And there's something Enzo hasn't told her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arwen Rich
• Release date: Dec 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393159735

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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#14: Kara

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#14: Kara

CHAPTER ONE

I opened my eyes to the semidarkness. Light from the lamppost across the street filtered through my partially opened window and illuminated my small apartment.

According to my phone, I woke up fifteen minutes before it could make that shrill, annoying sound. I wasn’t sure what time I slept last night or if sleep came at all. What I know was, even with my eyes closed, all I saw was him. I couldn’t wait for this day to begin.

I get to see him for more than an hour today.

The thought made me jump off the bed with a smile on my face. But, since I was born clumsy, I tripped on the blanket that managed to slide to the floor. Still, I got on my feet as if nothing happened. Nothing could ruin this day for me.

After taking a long shower, I rummaged through my closet for something to wear and decided to go with a yellow floral sundress paired with a denim jacket and black ballet flats. I tied my wavy brown hair in a ponytail and put on some makeup - it wasn’t usually part of my daily appearance, but the least I could do was to not look like a sickly ghost in front of him. As soon as I was done, I grabbed my backpack and went out to catch the bus.

It was a quarter past six when I arrived at the four-story brownstone townhouse where I worked as a part-time nanny. Gabby and Greg, the twin boys that I look after, turned ten today. I was supposed to prepare for a small celebration before the guests arrived in the afternoon.

I hit the doorbell expecting Grace, the twins’ fifteen-year-old sister, to open the door, but my jaw almost fell to the ground when their father, a shirtless Enzo Morelli, did.

Whatever preparation I did in my head to pretend that I wasn’t crazy about him went up in a puff