Truth or Dare In My Boss's Bar : Age Gap Breeding 10 (Age Gap Erotica Older Younger Erotica Breeding Erotica): Age-Gap Breeding, #10

By Kimmy Welsh

The last time I was home was years ago, and back then my boss Dylan wouldn't even look at me twice due to the age gap.  Well three years have passed and I've become a woman since.  Now he can't keep his eyes off me.

I drop in at his bar to see him, imagining doing the most sinful things to him.  It wasn't until a game of spin-the-bottle afterwards that those fantasies became reality.  Read how he conquers me, just like I've always wanted.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimmy Welsh
• Release date: May 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393138846

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Finish it, he said, nodding to the bottle.

I looked down at it in my hand and smirked back to him.  Easy.

I poured it down my neck as Dylan’s smile broadened.

And you say you wouldn’t fit in around here, he scoffed.

He spun the bottle again and it pointed to his side of the table this time.  I rubbed my hands together.

Dare, he said.

Take off your shirt.

Dylan swallowed.  Isn’t that kinda—

You’re not backing out of a dare, are you Dylan?

No, he said.  No, I’m not.

He unbuttoned himself, staring over at me as each one popped open.  For the most part I tried to look him square in the eyes, but eventually my gaze faltered and I stared down at his bare chest as he opened his shirt and pulled it back off his shoulders.

I swallowed nervously and took a deep breath.  Dylan played it cool and reached for the bottle.  It spun and the both of us watched it close as the glass glided over the wood of the table.  Eventually it came to a halt, pointing in my direction this time.  Dylan smirked and I knew what was coming before he even spoke.

Take it off, he said back.

I shook my head and gripped the bottom of my white, cable-knit cardigan and pulled it up my body.  When I looked at Dylan he was staring at my cleavage that was pushed together by my bra.

You’ve grown, he joked.

I wonder if you will.

Dylan looked confused.  I gripped the bottle again and span it in the hope it might ease the tension.  The pair of us stared back at it as it settled on Dylan.

Truth, he said.

Okay, I swallowed.  Did you know, that I used to have a crush on you?

He furrowed his brow in confusion.  Used to?  That’s it?  That’s my truth?

I nodded.

No, I did not know that, he said.

I gripped the bottle.

Wait.  When?

"When I worked for you, silly.  Almost the entire