The Baby Maker
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Epilogue
The Baby Maker
A Billionaire Second Chance Baby Romance
By Tia Siren
Table of Contents
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The Baby Maker
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Epilogue
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I'm going to take her virginity - and then she's going to write about it.
Stella Frisk:
After years of worshipping my father, owner of a top fashion magazine, I now finally realize what a grade-A asshole he is. If he thinks he can fuck over my career and our family without any consequences, he has another thing coming, because I have a plan.
Step one: Get my father’s nemesis, Gabriel Winter, to give me a job.
Step two: Make my father regret he ever lost me by landing a cover story in his rival’s magazine, one that gives a detailed account of how his adoring, only daughter lost her virginity.
The only thing is, when I pitch my story idea to my new boss, I don’t expect him to volunteer for the position I’m advertising. I’ll admit, it would be the cherry on top of my revenge cake, but can I really sleep with my boss just to screw over my father?
Gabriel Winter:
The moment I meet Stella, I know I have to have her. She’s one of the sexiest women I’ve seen in ages, and her intelligence and natural writing abilities just add to her appeal. So when she waltzes into my office one day with an intriguing story proposal, how can I not offer to help her achieve her journalistic dreams?
But she does the unthinkable: She refuses my offer. I know I could give her something to write about. I just need to find a way to provide her a little taste of what she’s missing out on without getting HR involved . . .
Turning down an opportunity to take Stella’s virginity will take every fiber of my being - I just hope I've got the self-restraint to do it.
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The Baby Maker
I won’t lose Piper a second time.
I’m going to make her a baby.
But she’s gonna make me a daddy.
I’m known as The Baby Maker.
Women hire me for one thing.
To get them knocked up.
I have rules. I don’t do dinner. I don’t do dad.
I’m just the donor.
Their moans tell me how much they enjoy my services.
But when I'm with a client, all I can think about is Piper.
I broke her heart. And I regret it.
So when she wants to hire me, I know it's my second chance.
Just reading her application makes me hard.
The thought of coming inside her.
Her orgasm.
She’ll sign my contract. Once she’s pregnant, she’ll be out of my bed.
No f*cking way.
For this client... The Baby Maker is gonna break all the rules.
Chapter 1
Evan
There were rules to this business, and I stuck to them. My clients understood this and followed them to the letter – well, ninety-nine-point-nine percent of them did. Susan Reynolds was not one of them. She liked to test my boundaries. I’d been forced to remind her on a few occasions that she was pushing the guidelines too far.
I lay on the bed. Susan ran her fingers down my chest toward my groin. It was my cock that my whole enterprise was built upon. An enterprise I’d made successful by word of mouth and some very smart, secretive internet marketing.
I had other business ventures. Some earned well, and most had been presented to me on a silver platter, so to speak. It seemed everything I did was hugely successful, and this endeavor was no different. I just happened to possess a cock with a golden touch. The women that came to me for my services always found that out. They enjoyed our time together for as long as our business relationship lasted. Nearly all of them had become pregnant, which was why they came to me in the first place.
All except this damned Susan Reynolds.
The Baby Maker venture stemmed way back from my time in college. My father had been one of the world’s top surgeons. But even with all his knowledge and contacts, it wasn’t enough to prevent him from passing away. As for my mother, she had become mentally ill and now lived with her sister. My aunt was now her full-time caregiver.
The Baby Maker program made money, lots of money, but I donated it all to charity. And not just any charity. I gave it to an orphanage. I didn’t need the money. I was already wealthier than most people could understand. And I chose to donate to the orphanage for the simple reason that I, myself, had been adopted.
The fact that I was adopted became a serious point of contention after my father died. It resulted in a huge argument over my father’s inheritance. My uncle, who had since passed away, had tried to claim my father’s estate. He asserted that I had no right to the inheritance because I was adopted. Thankfully, the law was on my side. An adopted child had just as much right to his adoptive parent’s estate as a biological child. I was the rightful heir to my dad’s fortune. My uncle's case was dismissed; it had fallen flat on its face before he could even put one foot on the courthouse steps.
Susan softly caressed my cock, and I started to become hard under her touch. Her tongue ran over my belly and began to lick the length of my shaft. Then my hardness increased until I was fully erect. Her warm lips wrapped around me, and her head slid deeper into my lap. I filled her mouth with each motion of her head.
Susan had dark, hazel eyes and long dark hair, which was perfectly draped across my belly. She sucked hard on my eager cock. She was only around five-foot tall, but her breasts were full and round. I took her nipples passionately in my mouth. They were divine.
Being healthy had become a huge factor in my life; especially considering my mother’s condition and the untimely death of my father. I’d learned early on that sex and vitality ran hand in hand. I made sure I had both in equal amounts. I ate well, and thanks to my ingenious enterprise, I had a constant stream of sexual partners. I had no shortage of applicants for my services, and the possible clients were personally vetted to make sure they met my strict requirements.
Another thing I’d learned from my younger years and my adoption was, you didn’t have to know who your real parents were to have a successful life. I had no desire to settle down or have children. I didn’t need a family of my own. And really, I’d only ever loved one woman in my life, and that had not worked out the way I’d wanted. Her loss led me away from romance and set me on a road that led to sex. Yes, just pure unadulterated sex and lots of it, with no ridiculous, heartbreaking, strings attached.
Susan straddled me and rubbed the tip of my cock against her soaking wet pussy. She lowered herself, and my hard cock slipped inside her like it was meant to be there. The warmth of her body enveloped me. It was perfect. Then she raised and lowered herself harder and faster onto me. She bowed her head forward and gazed into my eyes. She placed her lips on mine, and her long hair fell on me when she leaned lower. She shoved her tongue deep into my mouth and ran it around. She definitely wanted me.
She pulled away and got lost in my eyes. Her hands grasped my chest, and she lowered her pussy down onto my manhood. I reached for her breasts and teased them. Pain ignited in my chest from where she dug her nails firmly into my skin.
“Susan, can I just remind you of the no marking policy?” I asked.
She continued writhing and shoved her hips down firmly on my dick. She was like a woman possessed.
“Rules, rules,” she said playfully. “Don’t they say they’re meant to be broken? Oh, come on. Live a little. You need to let yourself go for once!”
“Not going to happen,” I replied. “The rules are there for a reason. And we all stick to them, even me.” I pulled at her hard nipples and enjoyed the sound of her moaning loudly. She was such a good noise maker.
I had concerns about Susan. Over our last few sessions, she’d become a little too much. Of all my current clients, she was the only one who wouldn’t get pregnant. I started to think she relied on this fact to take advantage of the situation. I’d tried to tell her that she had to stick to the rules. They helped everyone and offered a level playing field that benefited all parties involved. Including me.
Susan refrained from digging her nails into me and continued to gyrate her hot pussy. Next, she rode my hard shaft like she was in a rodeo, riding a bucking bronco. Her back arched and her breasts heaved in front of her. Her breath was fast, and the noises she made were a real turn on.
She enjoyed her encounters with me and was only supposed to have four meetings over a four-month period. This was her last one. If she didn’t become pregnant from this one, I’d have to service her, basically, at my own cost. I really had no intention of doing this. I wanted to put Susan down as a bad experience. This was unfortunate because I had to satisfy my clients until they actually became pregnant. It was one of my rules, and I would stick to it.
Susan clenched her body and screamed, “Fuck me hard, I’m going to come.”
I closed my eyes and thought of the one girl who’d gotten away…
Piper Hogan. What a dream. What happened to you? More importantly, what happened to us? Piper had all the charisma in the world and had the most gorgeous blue eyes and long blonde hair. Her sophisticated charm and her girl-next-door attitude attracted me like a magnet to a refrigerator. She had me hooked big time, and a lot of my success as ‘The Baby Maker’ was because of her.
She was the one I thought of when I was close to coming. And the clients had no idea my mind was somewhere else. Definitely in a better place; a nicer place where the woman was hotter and hornier than any of my clients. Even Susan Reynolds could not hold a candle to Piper. Not in this lifetime or even the next.
The last I heard, Piper had gotten engaged. I guessed she had kids and a family of her own by now. I knew when I left that I’d broken her heart. I went to college, and then it was done.
“Susan, come for me baby, this time, make it happen,” I said as I worked myself against her deeper. My engorged shaft pulsed and I knew we were almost home. Show me the money.
I pinched her nipples. She went wild. She rocked her hips faster and harder; she bit her lip and ran her fingers through her hair. Her body began to quiver. She screamed and moaned.
“Oh, fuck, I am coming,” she roared.
I imagined Piper and how we used to be…
My cock thrust harder inside her eager pussy. She moaned and wriggled her hips. She rubbed her clit with her finger and let herself go, breathless and moaning my name.
“Come for me Evan, fuck me, baby,” she said insatiably.
“Come together,” I whispered. I held her hips and drove my cock up, deeper into her core.
“Evan, I am, I am; god I’m coming,” Piper screamed.
I thrust my hips up and drove my cock harder into my client. Deep inside her hungry pussy. Sexual desire filled me and shot through my spine. Then my balls tensed and my body released itself into her. Susan rolled from my body and breathed deeply. Her eyes were closed, and a satisfied smile washed over her face.
I stared at the ceiling of my hotel suite. I considered it mine because I rented it out on a permanent basis so I could use it for my baby-making services. The rooms were finely furnished to make my clients comfortable, and it was set up for their enjoyment. The bed was king-sized, and the sheets were the finest Greek cotton. The living room had dark blue crushed velvet curtains, and the chairs were a dark blue leather.
“I’m starving, shall we order something to eat?” Susan asked. She nuzzled her head against my chest.
“That’s not part of the agreement,” I said plainly. “If I do it for one client, I have to do it for everyone.”
I swung my legs out of the bed. She was starting to rile me up. I hated losing control in business. There was no getting too close to any of them, which left me feeling a little off if I let myself. It was better not to think about it at all.
“I’m sure you can make an exception, just for little old me,” she said. She knelt on the bed and placed her hand on my shoulder.
“One client deserves the same treatment as any other, no favors and no special treatment,” I stated and wrapped myself in a towel.
Susan began to raise her voice, and it was
evident she looked at these meetings as more than just a means to become pregnant.
“Are you always this way?” she asked. “You know, with all your clients? Or is it just me you’re funny with?” She pouted her lips and started to sulk.
“Susan, all of my clients receive the same treatment, and they all follow the rules. Just as they are laid out in the contract, no deviations.”
I moved to the shower and turned on the faucet. This was going to get ugly fast. I could feel it. It had happened a few times in the past, which was understandable. Sex was a connector, an intimate bonding between two people, but that only made sense when you weren’t pulling your wallet out to pay for it.
“Fucker, I’m sure you’re just saying that to get rid of me. I only wanted some company. You know how lonely it gets sometimes!”
She jumped from the bed. Susan was pissed and had taken my responses as a personal insult to herself. But there was nothing personal, at all. To me, this was business. She’d let it become more than that for her, becoming clingy. Now, she wanted to step outside the confines of the contract she had signed.
Susan stood before me and got dressed without taking a shower.
Sorry, Susan, you are no different than all the other clients. In fact, you may be the biggest pain in the ass I’ve ever had.
Susan grabbed her coat and bag and stormed out from the suite, murmuring obscenities at me. I stood shaking my head at the way she’d started to behave. I grabbed my cell phone and called Trent, my attorney; the only other person who was involved in the baby maker venture.
“Trent, has Susan Reynolds’ check cleared?” I asked.
“It cleared this morning, so no problem,” he replied.
“I have another client soon,” I replied, still pissed. “We’ll talk later.”
I showered and eyed myself in the mirror. I could see why they all came to me. I provided a service, and it was a service I was more than fucking good at. All thanks to Piper.
Chapter 2
Piper
Jules walked toward my table and slid herself onto the cream-colored bench across from me. I treated Jules to lunch quite often. Not just because she was my best friend, but also because she painted customized art pieces for my interior decorating business.