Making the Billionaire's Baby (An Erotic Romance)
Shannon is broke, stuck on her ex and his hot booty calls and stuck in a dead-end job. When she catches the billionaire CEO's eye, he wants to impregnate her and adopt the baby with his infertile wife. The idea seems crazy at first, until she realizes how much he's willing to pay her for it! Will Shannon push her inhibitions aside to pay off her debt and allow the sexy billionaire to seduce her? More
Shannon is broke, having a hard time getting over her ex and his hot booty calls and stuck working a dead-end temp job. On her second day at work, she catches the billionaire CEO's eye and he invites her to his office. His proposition to impregnate her and adopt the baby with his infertile wife seems crazy at first, until she realizes how much he's willing to pay her for it! Will Shannon push her inhibitions aside to pay off her debt and allow the sexy billionaire to seduce her?
This 11,000 word story is for adults only. It contains a booty call, blow jobs, oral sex, female masturbation, hot MF sex and attempted impregnation with a sexy billionaire.
My phone buzzed. I grabbed it from where it danced across the coffee table and looked at the screen. Carl was calling—not doubt wanting another booty call. Twice in one week? He was getting desperate. I tossed my phone on the coffee table. I didn't have time for that shit.
The whole baby thing would be a distraction from Carl, that's for sure. And I would get to have sex with an attractive billionaire to boot? And who knows what other perks may come my way.
I was starting to think I'd be crazy if I said no. Honestly, Mr. Harmon was hot in that older, well groomed, wealthy man kind of way. And the way he carried himself—he seemed smart and confident. The exact opposite of Carl. He was already accomplished and revered by his colleagues. The walls at the office were covered in framed magazine covers and news articles praising Mr. Harmon and MedTech. He was a success.
I laid back on the couch, resting my hands on my stomach. Mr. Harmon's sexiness was undeniable. And his smile—God. Just imagining his smile made my stomach tumble and flip. It was like having a crush on a high school football player while you're still in middle school: unrealistic, but fun to dream.
My fingers played with the waistband on my pajama pants. I could imagine it easily: him in his suit in his office, me sitting before him on his desk. He wasn't talking about a baby this time. Marcus was holding my hand, strumming the back softly with his thumb and gazing up into my eyes.
"You're so beautiful, Shannon," he whispered, bringing my hand up to his mouth and kissing it lightly.