Breeding The Babysitter #11: Hayley: Breeding the Babysitter, #11

By Arwen Rich

Hayley babysits for Nikolas Haskell, one of the most powerful men in the city and a notorious sex god. Nikolas doesn't ask for what he wants – he demands it.

 

And now, he wants Hayley.

 

She knows she won't be able to resist him. But what she doesn't know is that he's about to put a baby in her.

And what then? Nikolas has a different woman on his arm each night. He couldn't possibly change his ways for Hayley, a simple babysitter.

 

Could he?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arwen Rich
• Release date: Dec 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393392439

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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#11: Hayley

Breeding the Babysitter: 30 Pack!

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#11: Hayley

Some things never get old.

At least that’s how I felt every time I entered one of Nikolas’ many homes in the aftermath of one of his notorious sex parties.

I was relieved to find that almost all of its attendees had already cleared out by the time I’d arrived that morning.

I rounded the corner and my eyes landed on a man, passed out on a couch, his suit jacket haphazardly draped over him which did very little to cover his bare backside.  I didn't need to spare a closer look to know the buttocks of the sleeping man belonged to one of LA's senators who was very much married and whose wife remained unaware of her husband's weekly activities.

I continued my search of Nikolas, unmoved at the scandal-worthy sights in his living room. I’d been doing this job long enough to turn a blind eye to things done in the dark, and with Nikolas Haskell, that was the majority of his business dealings.

I pushed open the door to his room and instantly regretted not having knocked instead. My boss paced back and forth near his bed, with only a towel draped enticingly low on his hips. He had yet to notice my presence as he lay into whoever was on the other end of his phone call. I allowed myself a moment to stare. Glistening from a recent shower, his lean and muscled frame was surely a sight for sore eyes. A niggle of envy tickled my belly when I thought of the lucky women who shared his bed the night before.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I realised a second too late that his voice and attention was now directed at me.  When I drew my eyes upward I was met with amusement.

Refusing to let him stew in the satisfaction, my response was curt, Business. I brandished the document I’d driven all this way for him to sign.

He approached me slowly, his gaze dark and