*****Alivia
Alivia hummed as she walked into her villa.
"Rain down on me, let your love just fall like raindrops, raaaaaainn, on, meeeee...." She sang to herself as she entered her suite.
She had just put the kids to bed in their father's suite and she was exhausted. Her plan was to take a shower and then get under the covers.
Alivia had been working for the Parker family, specifically Mr. James Parker and his three beautiful children for 2 years now.
It was a cushy job and gave her the flexibility that she wanted to have, the work life balance she needed and came with many added perks.
Perk #1 Free housing. With rental prices at an all time high, she was happy to be able to put that money in her savings account and who didn't want to live in a mansion?
Perk #2 After dropping off the kids at school she had hours to pursue her hobbies and workout to keep her bubble shaped ass in shape.
Perk #3 The pay. She was no fool. Mr. Parker paid her well to take care of his children and she made sure she did a great job. Which brought her to her next point.
Perk #4 Her baby. Her car. Her 2022 Porsche Cayenne Turbo. She loved her baby and the kids loved it to. Although she had told James she wanted a vehicle she could do more off roading in like the new Ford Bronco series, she would not pout over getting a Porsche instead, I mean come on, it's a Porsche!
The last and final perk was the hardest for her to admit.
As she took off her clothes and stepped into the shower, she let the shower water fall over her dark brown tresses.
Perk #5 was her other baby. The one she couldn't have...James.
After 2 weeks of starting her employment at the Parker household, James had informed her that she was not allowed to bring potential suitors to his home.
Alivia thought he was being controlling and an asshole but on one hand she could admit, she understood. She mentally made plans to always just go back to their place but that proved irrelevant the day she saw James without his shirt on.
Occasionally James would give her an afternoon off to spend time with the kids or join her during the kids activities.
On this day, he had come home in the afternoon and decided to join them all in the family pool.
"Alivia, you can have the rest of the day off." He had said stepping into the pool to grab little Grayson.
"Thank you Mr. Parrrker..." Alivia had started and finished with a stutter. Before her eyes James had stripped off his athletic shirt and dived into the pool after Grayson.
She knew that he was in great shape, but she had never seen him in any form fitting clothes up to that point.
He had the body and build of Matt Bomer but he was taller at 6' 5". Instead of black hair, his was sandy brown with a few grey streaks and instead of blue eyes, his eyes were a warm green that appeared almost hazel at times.
She noticed his eyes changed when he looked at his children, they also changed when he was in deep concentration, and she was staring....
She hoped the direction of her eyes was well hidden behind her glasses that day. Watching his fully formed abs as he tossed Grayson in the water had both of her lips salivating.
She quickly rushed back to her room to relieve herself to the image of James getting in that pool.
From that day forward she was a goner for her boss, James Winston Parker.
Coming back to the present, she shuddered as the memories of that day replayed in her mind and she lathered her brown skin in her favorite scrub.
Even if she wasn't working for James, he would not take a second look at her. He liked blondes!...And although she could wear a blonde wig on occasion (chuckles), she just didn't think she was his type.
Alivia had an average to curvy build. 40 D sized breasts, ample ass and a 5' 10" frame. She was happily a size twelve.
After cleaning her body off she exited the shower, towel dried most of the water from her hair and went into the bedroom to put on her favorite shirt.
When Caleb had spilled strawberry jam on her yellow top at the park one day, James had given her his back up button up shirt to wear home until she could change.
Somehow, she had forgotten to give it back to him.
She reached in her bag to find the shirt she slept in most nights as she once again thought of James.
Putting on the shirt and some back by shorts, she decided to head to the kitchen and get a snack.
*****James*****
It had been a long fucking day for James. Here he was in Puerto fucking Vallarta on what should be a vacation and instead he was having to take care of more business.
He has flown to Puerto Vallarta 3 days ago to speak with the business owner of the resort they were staying at and sign contracts to not only buy this and two other resorts in the area but start two as a joint venture in the states.
The contracts were made, the terms were agreed to. What should have been a simple fucking transaction had turned into a nightmare.
James had always had a knack for three things: Business, Accounting and Fucking, and he took all three very seriously.
Two months ago, during a quarterly audit, his accounting team brought to his attention that there were some discrepancies and misplaced funds in 3 of the smaller accounts.
The amounts had started off very small, five hundred, then a thousand. It had since ballooned to 100,000 payments, weekly to accounts with names similar to that of their business acquisitions division.
He had worked with the accounting team personally. Before they revealed the truth to him, he had already had the suspicion. Aside from payroll and accounts, the only other person who could have done this was his VP Cole Fields.
He had met Cole from mutual friends after college. James knew that Cole had a penchant for partying, but he never thought he would steal from the business.
He received a million dollars in bonus each damn year on top of his already seven figure salary.
Fucking asshole. James thought as he poured out two fingers of tequila and took a swig.
He miscalculated the sip, and it spilled down his bare chest.
"James!!!" Alivia screamed and then stuttered and said, "I mean, Mr. Parker...you I...."
Fucking hell. He thought. His fucking nanny was here!
And she was wearing his fucking shirt (groan). He tried to cover his groan with a cough.
His fucking nanny was here in his villa?!? His fucking nanny? His fucking hot nanny? His nanny who he wanted to fuck!
James bit the inside of his cheek and counted to ten the same way he always did when she was in the room.
He probably came off as an asshole because sometimes it was too difficult for his libido to interact with her and the kids together...like a family...so he would dismiss her for the rest of the day.
Besides at 39 to her 28, He was probably way too old for her.
As he closed his eyes and counted to ten, he nearly burst out of his pants when he felt a soft touch on his chest and a "Let me help you Mr. Parker." From Alivia.
Fucking hell! He thought.
He had been resisting her charm, her presence, her fuck the scent of her hair was so intoxicating....
Reaching down between their bodies he did the one thing he had been telling himself for two years not to fucking do, he looked deep into her eyes.
As brown eyes stared up at green, he did another thing he should not do, he removed the cloth from her hands and licked her tequila covered fingers.
They both moaned at the contact and Alivia began shifting her legs.
"Mr. Parker...." She said breathily.
In answer, he sucked in two of their fingers where they touched.
When he removed their hands he said, "James."
"Jaaames I..."Alivia began but was cut off when James covered her mouth with his.
He groaned as she gasped. Her mouth tasted sweet like she had just got done having some fruity tropical drink.
Their tongues dueled for dominance as he inhaled every breath she took.
And the smell of her hair...fucking hell he thought.
He had been imaging her coming undone to his touch for months. Alivia was an excellent worker. He wasn't a blind man, he knew when he hired her, that she was an attractive African American woman.
Sometime ago that passing attraction had passed to a full fledge obsession. He found himself making time to spend with her and the kids, coming home sooner by cutting meetings short and doing as he was now, having them fly out to meet him while he was away on business.
He wanted more.
He understood the adage about having your cake and eating it too and he had always hated it. Who the hell bakes a cake to just look at?
He picked her up by her nice supple ass and she let out a squeak before going back to their tongue kiss.
He carefully walked them into the living room area before sitting down on the sofa and having her straddle his waist.
He pulled away her boyshorts and put two fingers ass.
"Jaaaames." She moaned and rocked her hips against the front of his pants.
"I always knew the first time I had you, I would be in your ass." He stated calmly.
She groaned when he removed his hands. He spat on them and coated them both in saliva. She whimpered and continued to move on the outline of his cock, as he pushed in an inch.
"Jaaaaames." She moaned again as he began fucking her with his digits.
She moved her hands down his body, scraping her nails down his chest, causing him to groan.
She freed his cock from the opening in his pajama pants and stroked up and down.
They developed a rhythm. For each stroke and pull upward, James would push into her ass. She let saliva drip from her mouth and used that to lubricate his dick.
James put his head back on the sofa and gritted his teeth. He had fantasized about her having him in her hands...that pretty little mouth of hers...her beautiful brown pussy....and
"Fuck." He moaned. He needed to take back control of this situation. After a stressful day, this is exactly what he needed.
Release.
*********Alivia*******
She groaned at the sensation of being teased and she pushed her clit against her hands and his shaft, adding to the pressure.
"I saw you that night." He said to her, quirking an eyebrow.
He continued to casually stroke in and out of her.
He seemed calm while internally, Alivia was going nuts. Night? Which night? He needed to be specific.
"What night?" she asked.
