The Billionaire’s Babysitter: #1: The Billionaire's Babysitter, #1

By Arwen Rich and Cherry Poppins

James, CEO and billionaire, can't stop fantasising about his young nanny, Becca. Every morning he wakes up with the taste of her on his lips, the feel of her legs wrapping around him… But as tempting as she is, he has to restrain himself.

 

But when James isn't looking, Becca is stealing glances at the gorgeous man too. Wondering what his stubble might feel like on her face. Or between her thighs.

 

Becca is young and inexperienced, but if James' restraint fails, the billionaire playboy will show her heights of pleasure she never imagined…

 

Will they be able to control themselves? Or will they finally admit their feelings, and give in to their secret desire for each other?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arwen Rich
• Release date: Apr 19, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201800369

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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#1: Becca

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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#1: Becca

A bell chimed, signaling the close of the trading day. Eight hours. He'd wasted an entire day, all because he couldn't stop fantasizing about the small blonde, who he had absolutely no fucking business even thinking about.

Slamming his laptop closed, James let out a deep sigh. When his last nanny quit unexpectedly, he'd been in a bind to find someone to care for his son Connor. At the time, he'd thought Becca was a godsend, though it hadn't taken long before she began starring in all of his darkest fantasies. Of course he'd thought about firing her, but Connor loved her. And after the shit Connor’s mother pulled a few years ago, taking up and disappearing when the toddler became too much to handle, it was nice to see Connor forming a bond with someone other than himself.

For fucks sake, just tell the girl you like her already.

Daniel had a bad habit of barging into James’ office. And also reading his mind.

I don't like her. Leaning back against the cool leather, James pinched the bridge of his nose. She's twenty-two for fucks sake.

Making himself comfortable, Daniel took a seat opposite his boss. Kicking his feet up, he couldn't help but chuckle. It wasn't often he got to witness James squirm. And you're barely thirty, Daniel shot back, Sorry, but I'm not really seeing the problem here.

The problem, James started, shifting to his feet, throwing his computer into his briefcase, "Is that Becca is my employee, and I can’t go fucking her and screwing up the best thing that’s ever happened to my son. And probably somehow fucking up her future in the process. She’s in college and has a bright future."

A hearty laugh came from Daniel. Man, to hear you talk you're some type of convicted felon or something, not the fuckin' CEO of the fastest growing tech company since Apple.

Exactly, James sighed, getting ready to walk out the door, not caring whether or not Daniel chose to stick around.

Exactly? Daniel repeated, quickly jumping to his feet and blocking the exit. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? How long have we known each other? I was there through the whole mess with Darla, and I was there after, he stressed. Don't think I haven't noticed the parade of women you used to keep on speed dial have all disappeared. Whether you like it or not you're in over your head with this girl.

James's stare hardened. Could you move? he gritted out, then forcefully made his way around Daniel’s stubborn ass. Ignoring the shit eating grin he'd become so accustomed to seeing cross his face.

Daniel had been pushing for him to act on his feelings with Becca ever since he'd mistakenly slipped up one night after a few too many whiskeys. Hell, it was