Bred By Her Best Friend (Breeding Fantasies) E-BOOK

Julie’s plans for a family ended with her ex-fiancé’s betrayal. Humiliated, she moved back in with her parents. When her best friend pulled a muscle helping her move, she offered him a massage.

His hard body woke a need inside her. He responded to her touch and that made her hot. Could she convince her handsome neighbor to make love to her? Would he father the child she wanted so badly?

Warning: This erotic short story contains explicit sex between consenting adults. The plot involves the willing impregnation of a woman by a man. All sexually active characters are over the age of eighteen.

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EXCERPT:

Unconsciously, she found herself studying him while he focused his attention on the game. He’d really grown into quite the man. She knew he wrestled at college, but she hadn’t really had time to admire his body since she’d come home.

All that training had sculpted him nicely. He’d developed a well-defined broad chest, and firm muscle covered his strong arms and wide shoulders. If he had any fat, she couldn’t see it. However, she could easily see the substantial package he had inside those sweats.

The sight of him set a low fire to burning in her belly. Her nipples indicated their interest by contracting into tight, sensitive nubs. Jesus, did her body have no shame? She inhaled deeply and banished her impure thoughts. Obviously, she needed to go have some hot, sweaty monkey-sex.

“How’s your back?” she asked as she made her official entrance.

He paused the basketball game on the TV and turned to face her. “It’s still a little stiff, but the hot water helped. I took a couple of ibuprofen, too. So, what gastronomic experiment shall we attempt tonight?” His eyes twinkled as he teased her.

She stared down her nose at him. “I’ll have you know that my cooking skills have improved since I charred that pot roast in Home Ec. I hardly ever set off the smoke alarm anymore.”

“Dinner’s ready,” he called out in a mock shout.

“And you’re still a jerk. Come on; let’s see if we can get your back in a little better shape before I start cooking.”

He cocked his head curiously.

She pointed toward the floor. “Face down and I’ll give you a backrub. Shirt off.”

Marty looked a little unsure, but he obeyed. Her mouth began to water when she saw his ripped torso. The heat between her legs burned hotter.

She waited for him to settle on his stomach, found the massage oil Mom kept in a drawer by the sofa to use on Dad’s back, and planted herself down beside him. He had even more muscles than she’d thought possible. Her pulse quickened as she warmed the oil with her hands and then spread it over his taut skin. The hard masses of muscle she traced made her stomach flutter. His male scent tickled at her senses and made her damp.

“Oooo, that feels nice,” he said. “Could you work between my shoulder blades? I can feel a knot there.”

She put on as much pressure as she could, but it felt like she needed more leverage to dig deep into the tight muscle. “Don’t freak out. I’m just getting a better angle.” Julie flipped her leg across his body and settled herself just under his butt. His nice…tight…butt. His nearness fanned the flames of her lust as if he’d thrown gasoline on a bonfire. Perhaps she shouldn’t have suggested a massage.