Breeding My Coach

The whole season came down to one weekend, and my coach and I bet everything on it.

Dana Boyd is forty-one, owns the box, out-lifts every man in it, and spent twenty years training herself out of wanting one thing. Me. A baby. Both at once.

The night before I qualified, in a hotel two miles from the floor, she stopped counting the risk and told me to make it take. So I did.

Then her co-owner came for us with a tape and a grudge, a funded gym tried to buy me out from under her, and the whole town lined up to do the math on her stomach. She could keep the quiet or she could keep me. She could not keep both.

You already know which she chose. What you do not know is how hard she made me work for it.

This is a fully explicit age gap breeding erotic romance novella.