The Breeder: Last Fertile Man's Explicit Confessions

I'm Lester Hodge: thirty-four, overweight, underpaid IT guy who hasn't gotten laid since the first Obama administration.

Then the world ends.

A virus wipes out male fertility globally—every man on Earth is shooting blanks. Riots. Panic. The end of humanity.

Except me.

Turns out a clinical trial I did for beer money three years ago made me immune. My sperm count is off the charts. I'm the last fertile man on the planet.

Within twenty-four hours, I go from fixing printers in a basement to being locked in an office with my CEO—an ice-cold billionaire goddess who's spent her entire life clawing to the top and now realizes I'm her only shot at motherhood.

She doesn't ask nicely.

What starts as survival turns into the filthiest negotiation of my life. She wants a baby. I want... well, everything I've ever fantasized about and more.

But when you're the only stud left in the world, everyone wants a piece.

And some will do anything to get it.

Warning: Explicit breeding content. No fade-to-black. This is the deep end.