The Au Pair

He was her boss – the father of the children she watched on a daily basis that summer. But that didn’t keep her from going after what she wanted. He never even saw it coming.


8. {eight}

Over the next couple of days, Harry and Niko met in the pool house every morning – unbeknownst to everyone else. It was naughty and it was dirty and they loved every second of it. Harry hadn’t yet surprised her again in her bedroom. But she wasn’t too broken up about it. She needed her rest for their morning trysts.

By the end of the next week, they were getting quite good at sneaking around with each other. Julia was deeper into her work than ever and sometimes would insist she miss dinner. How someone could work that much and enjoy it completely blew Niko away. She was missing everything. She was missing out on an amazing husband. She was missing out on her two amazing kids. She was missing out on life. It was ridiculous.

But that was her cross to bear.

“Get your ass back here, young lady!” Harry laughed, grabbing onto Niko’s waist pulling her back onto the bed with him. She giggled wildly as her body bounced against the mattress and he jumped on top of her.

“I need sustenance. I need water. You’ve dehydrated me with all of your sex,” she giggled playfully.

Mmm. Am I too much for you, little girl?” Harry moaned against her collarbone as he kissed across her erogenous zone.

“I never said that,” she giggled.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he breathed against her skin, losing himself quickly in her again.

“Oh, god,” she groaned breathlessly as he bucked his hips into hers. 

They just got done with each other, but with her it was so easy to get himself to the brink again and again and again.  

“You’re going to kill me,” she said, her voice coming out breathlessly with her head tipped back and her eyes closed, his mouth working over her throat.

“No. I’m going to pleasure you,” he corrected her, bucking his hips again.

Ungh,” she moaned loudly.

“Do you think you can handle that, Nikola?” He said, his lips hovering above hers.

“Oh, god,” she whimpered.

“Just tell me how you want it,” he breathed, looking down in her eyes as they met with his.

 He could tell how crazy he was making her. Her eyes were black with lust, her breaths came out as soft pants, her fingernails dug lightly into the flesh of his back. 

“Tell me… how… you want it,” he articulated.

“I just want you,” she whimpered.

“What was that?” He smiled against her lips.

“I want you. I only want you, Harry,” she said with greater force.

 He finally pressed his lips against hers. Her arms wrapping tightly around his neck as her lips moved hard and fast against his. When he pulled up lightly, she loosened her grip, falling lax against the mattress once again. 

“Oh my god,” she breathed, holding her hand against her forehead.

 Harry smiled down at her before he reached over to the nightstand drawer and pulled out another condom. She watched as he prepared for her, a soft smile grazing her lips. He smiled down at her once he was ready, wedging his arm between her and the mattress before he flipped her onto her stomach.

 “I’ll give your legs a break,” he breathed in her ear as she giggled.

“Thank you,” she sighed. 

Harry looked down at her naked backside, enjoying every curve, every beauty mark, every inch of her skin. His hand slid down her back from her shoulder blades down to the taut skin of her ass, before he grabbed on to both of her hips, pulling them up enough for him to gain access to her. 

He slid himself in slowly, earning a soft moan from her that sent a gratifying tingle all throughout her body. She was absolutely perfect. Every second he spent with her made his feelings for her grow. And he knew it wasn’t exactly the smartest decision to keep their little affair going, but it was much too pleasing, much too addicting to let go of. 

“Oh, fuck. God damn it, Niko,” Harry groaned, feeling the pleasure racing through him. The angle he was entering her was hitting all new nerves, sending pleasing sensations to all new parts of his body.

“Oh my god, Harry,” she gasped as he began going faster with every thrust. 

Every sound she made brought him closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers were dug into the sheets, clenching the fabric tightly in them as he continued. 

“Oh my god, just—oh my god,” her voice came out high-pitched and breathy 

Harry’s fingers dug into her hips as he pushed and pulled her. He was so close. A few more thrusts and he could easily come again. 

“Are you—are you there?” Harry groaned.

Mmm, please. Keep… keep going,” she whimpered and he knew he needed to hold on for her – to get her there. 

He slowed only slightly to go deeper for her, to help push her along. 

“Oh. Oh. God. Ohhh,” she groaned, her body tensing, cueing his own orgasm. 

He let himself go with a loud grunt, falling forward against her, trying to catch his breath. 

Jesus, Harry,” she breathed. He laughed against her shoulder blade.

“You’re going to kill me,” she giggled.

“I’d be glad to fuck you to death,” he laughed.

“Oh, Jesus,” she laughed. 

Harry kissed her right between her shoulder blades before he pulled himself out of her and rolled onto his back next to her. Her big eyes stared right back into his as he swiped her hair out of her face. 

“You’re kind of amazing,” he told her.

“You’re more than kind of amazing,” she smiled sweetly at him. 

Harry leaned in kissing her lips before he pulled back meeting her eyes again. Breaking the silence, breaking their perfect bliss, his cell phone ringtone ripped through the air. 

“Damn it,” he sighed, breaking his vision away from hers as he ran his fingers through his hair. 

Harry sat up in the bed, wanting nothing more than to grab ahold of his phone and throw it against a wall so it wouldn’t disturb them again. But he knew he couldn’t. He quickly dug it out of the pocket of his shorts before he missed the call. He looked at the screen and almost regretted even bothering with it. It was Julia calling from her own cell phone. He sighed, answering his wife’s call. 

“Harry, where are you?” She asked immediately. 

He quickly grabbed for his shorts and started pulling them up his legs, almost feeling like she could sense that he was naked and doing bad things – even though he knew it was absolutely ridiculous. 

“I-I’m out for a run,” he lied.

“Oh. Well… are you going to the grocery store today?” She asked.

“Uh, I can,” he told her, pulling his shirt over his head as well.

“We really need food. The fridge is getting pretty bare,” she informed him.

“And you can’t go to the store?” He asked, rolling his eyes.

“I would if I wasn’t working,” she scoffed. Harry clenched his teeth together, feeling the annoyance.

“Uh-huh,” he grumbled.

“Can we just please not fight about this?” She snapped.

“Who’s fighting, Julia?” He scoffed.

“Harry,” she sighed.

“I’ll go to the grocery store, Julia. Don’t worry,” he said, sharpening his tone.

“Thank you,” she said with a little sass in her voice.

“I’ve got to go,” he told her.

“Alright,” she said and he swiped the end button on his phone.

Harry sighed as he threw his phone onto the bed next to him, running his fingers through his hair. 

“Daddy duties?” He heard Niko say.

Harry turned to look over at her, nodding his head. She was sitting up in the bed with the sheet pulled up her body. 

“I’m sorry,” he told her.

“Don’t apologize, Harry,” she said, shaking her head.

“I just… I like our time. I like keeping everything separated,” he said.

“Sometimes it has to overlap,” she told him.

“Yeah,” he sighed.

“I’ll go with you… to the store. We can go after we drop Jackson off at soccer,” she offered.

“I’d like that,” he smiled at her.


The tension with Julia hit an all-time high the next morning when she informed Harry that she needed to fly back to New York to close the deal she was working on. 

“You’re joking, right?” He asked, looking at her in disbelief.

“No, Harry. I’m not joking. This is it. This is what I’ve been working on for months. I need to be there. This is my baby,” she explained in her shrillest voice.

“So you’re just gonna leave? For how long?” He growled at her as they stood in the front sitting room of the house, Julia’s second favorite spot in the house to do her work.

“Harry! This is beyond me, okay. I need to be there. This was your idea to spend our summers in California. My life – my work is in New York,” she shrieked.

“Yeah the thing is, Julia… that these days your life and your work are the same fucking thing. I don’t matter to you. The kids don’t matter to you!” He yelled at her, hoping his words would register with her.

“That is not true!” She snapped at him. Her blatant lie was comical to him, causing a dark laugh to escape his lips.

“Why are you laughing!?” She snapped, knitting her eyebrows angrily at him.

“Because, Julia. We’ve been here almost a month and you haven’t done anything with this family! You spend all of your time in that damn office! I bet you don’t even remember what sport your son is playing this summer!” He shot at her.

“He plays… soccer. Soccer. He’s playing soccer,” she stammered, trying really hard to get it right.

“Oh, brownie points for mommy!” Sarcasm oozed out of his words as he clapped his hands for her correct answer.

“Harry! You are not being fair! You knew I was very into my work when you married me! I gave you the kids you wanted, when I didn’t even want to be a parent! I have given you myself, okay! I need to go to New York for a little while, please give me this,” she begged, trying to make him feel bad, but she only made his anger heighten.

“You’ve given me yourself? Ha! Not lately!” He scoffed.

“Harry…” She sighed, dropping her eyes away from his.

“How long has it been? Months?” He shot at her.

“Is that what you want? Because we can go upstairs right now!” She said, getting worked up. He hardly wanted to sleep with her now – not when she was being such a callous bitch.

“You are completely missing the point, Julia! The sex is just part of the problems in our marriage!” He growled at her.

“Problems in our marriage? Since when are there problems?” She asked, looking almost devastated by his words. He stared at her in disbelief for a moment. Was she really as clueless as she was acting?

“Are you kidding me? Did everything I just bring up go in one ear and out the other?” Harry asked, almost feeling like he was scolding one of the kids instead of his wife.

“Harry…” Julia said in her warning tone.

“No! You go to New York. Have a fucking blast. I’ll be here with the kids. We’ll be fine,” he shot at her, throwing his hands up in the air as he moved through the archway out into the hallway.

“HARRY!” Her heard her screech, but he was already throwing open the door that led out to the patio.

 He decided he was just going to wait in the pool house and cool off until Niko could meet him out there. It took longer than it usually did for Niko to arrive. So long that he almost went to find her.

Relief flooded his body when she walked in the door. He stood up from the couch and walked to her quickly. He wanted nothing more than to rip all of her clothes off and take her right then and there. 

“What took so long?” He asked her.

“I just wanted to give you some time to… cool down,” she told him and he sighed.

“You heard?” He asked, feeling embarrassed.

“Yeah, most of it,” she nodded sheepishly.

“Did the kids hear?” He asked, his heart dropping in his chest.

“No. I don’t think so. They were with Mary in the kitchen,” Niko told him.

“Good,” he said, taking a deep breath and letting it out.

“She’s… she’s going back to New York?” Niko asked quietly. Harry nodded somberly.

“For how long?” She asked.

“For as long as this fucking deal takes. It could be a couple days. It could be a week. It could be longer. I don’t fucking know,” Harry shrugged, feeling the anger surge through her once again.

“I’m sorry,” she said somberly.

“I don’t want to talk about it, okay. I just want you,” he told her, looking her straight in the eyes.

Harry’s hands came up, grasping her face as he kissed her hard on the lips. She kissed back immediately as he led her backwards toward the bedroom. His fingers quickly began peeling away her clothing until she was sprawled out naked for him on the bed. 

“Just the way I like you,” he said, looking down at her perfect figure. 

Harry pulled his clothes off just as quickly and jumped on top of her, needing her so bad it made him ache. Every move he made, every kiss he left on her body was rough and heated. He was in a dark mood that even Niko couldn’t pull him out of. And she registered it quite easily. She let him take charge and when he was ready, he put the condom on and entered her without a word – just a satisfied groan. 

“Harry, give it to me rough. Let it all out,” she told him, looking straight into his eyes.

He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have a lover that was so in tune with his needs, so involved in giving back to him. In a perfect world, that role would be played by his wife. But it wasn’t a perfect world.

In this imperfect world, he had Niko and she had him.

Harry’s thrusts were hard, fast and deep – rocketing into Niko with a large burst of energy each time. And each time he hit her spot – causing her to moan out loudly. His moans and groans were carnal, savage sounds penetrating the air. It was hot and exactly what she wanted to hear from him. 

He came inside of her with a long, drawn out grunt – before she had the chance to find her ending. But he didn’t care too much. Their romp was more for him. She wanted to be an outlet for him. A place he could lose himself – to drain the tension from his body. And as he lay on top of her in a listless serenity, she knew she did her job.

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