Breeding The Babysitter #18: Zuri: Breeding the Babysitter, #18

By Arwen Rich and Cherry Poppins

"You do the world a disservice by not allowing me to photograph you." His distinctive accent was no longer a challenge for me to understand.

 

I turned to see him with his shoulder propped against the wall as he stared at us. Esmée's head lazily lifted from my shoulder at the sound of her father's voice, but soon her head had returned to its resting place.

 

"The world, or just you?" I asked, unsuccessfully fighting back a smile.

 

"Same same," he waved away the semantics with his hand as he pushed away from the wall and stepped towards us.

"I doubt a photo of your babysitter doing her job will compare to your other masterpieces," I pointed out as I continued my slow waltz about the room with his daughter.

 

"You're right. You'd be in a class all your own," his voice was lower, but his proximity permitted it.

 

I turned to face him, refusing to shy away from his intense gaze.

 

If there was anything I had learned in my months of working as Esmée's babysitter, it was that Gaspard loved to flirt. I'd often see the tell-tale blush creep up the neck of a flustered model after he plied her with a compliment, words dripping in that notorious French accent.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arwen Rich
• Release date: Jul 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201101046

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 #18: Zuri

Breeding the Babysitter: 30 Pack!

Further Reading: Breeding the Babysitter: 30 Pack (Impregnation Erotica - Age Gap Erotica - Breeding Erotica - Creampie Erotica - Threesome Erotica)

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# 18: Zuri

The most Esmée could manage was incomprehensible babble at this stage, but still, I always engaged her in full conversations whenever she felt talkative. She chattered away as I bounced her on my hip, moving around the pristine kitchen to prepare her dinner in a bottle. After testing the heat of the bottle against my skin, I allowed her to take the bottle into her chubby grasp. And with little else to do, I idly began walking her around.

If I wasn’t cautious, I could get lost in this massive house.

Gaspard decided the spacious modern California ranch was the ideal home for him to raise his daughter. The sprawling lawns crowned in a mix of evergreens and a thicket of other towering trees secluded the property away from the ever prying eyes of paparazzi.

As a highly sought after photographer with a slew of prestigious accolades tied to his name, it was only logical he would want a property where he could raise his daughter freely and with privacy like any normal person.

But Gaspard Du Pierre was far from normal.

You do the world a disservice by not allowing me to photograph you, his distinctive accent was no longer a challenge for me to understand.

I turned to see him with his shoulder propped against the wall as he stared at us. Esmée’s head lazily lifted from my shoulder at the sound of her father’s voice, but soon her head had returned to its resting place and her suckling continued without interruption.

The world, or just you? I asked, unsuccessfully fighting back a smile.

Same same, he waved away the semantics with his hand as he pushed away from the wall and stepped towards us.

I doubt a photo of your babysitter doing her job will compare to your other masterpieces, I pointed out as I continued my slow waltz about the room with his daughter.

You’re right. You’d be in a class all your own, his voice was lower, but his proximity permitted it.

I turned to face him, refusing to shy away from his intense gaze.

If there