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By: Kimberley Stonewood

Satisfying My Billionaire Neighbor

© Kimberley Stonewood, 2015 – All rights
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Published by Steamy Reads4U

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Kendall knocked on the door of her boss’ house and waited patiently
for him to open the door. She had been babysitting at this house for several years
now, and the daily routine was very well established.

At twenty years of age, Kendall still lived in her home town.
She was going to college online, and she wasn’t very far from getting her degree
in general education. That was a part of the reason she felt so lucky to have her
job here. She could easily babysit the children. They were a handful when they were
younger, but they were finally reaching the age where she could monitor them without
having to be overly involved. That way, she could always study and do homework on
the job.

Kendall heard footsteps on the other side of the door, and she
watched as it swung inward. She smiled up at her boss, Mark Thomas, and he smiled
back. They had known each other for a long time. Kendall had been best friends with
his daughter, Allison, since they were in fifth grade. Kendall would often help
Allison watch her little siblings, and once Allison went off to college, it made
sense just to hire Kendall to keep up the work.

Mr. Thomas paid Kendall more than the average babysitter. Frankly,
he could afford to. At the age of forty-five, he was a billionaire. He had started
up his own company when he was twenty-five, and twenty years later money wasn’t
even an object to him. Money was an object, however, for Kendall. She gratefully
accepted his offer to be the full time babysitter for his children. She also cleaned
his house for him. It required her to be at his house for long hours, as he worked
a lot, but the house had been like a second home to her for years anyway.

Recently, though, Kendall had felt a slight shift in the
relationship with her boss. She found that he was much more personable toward her,
and he fell more easily into conversation about his life and his work. Kendall chalked
it up to the fact that they had known one another for years, and now that she was
getting older, he felt he could speak to her more freely. Whenever she thought too
long about it, Kendall quickly found something else to focus on.

“Good morning Kendall.” Kendall was drawn from her thoughts as
Mr. Thomas greeted her kindly and moved for her to come into the house.

“Good morning Mr. Thomas,” she smiled, and stepped into the house,
allowing him to close the door behind her. “I guess they’re not up yet.”

“Not at all,” he chuckled. “I’m sure it won’t be long.”

“It never is,” Kendall agreed.

Mr. Thomas only chuckled and put on his jacket. He was a tall
man, over six feet, with a strong build. His hair was dark brown with tinges of
gray at the edges, and his eyes were a calm blue. He was clean shaven, but by the
end of every day, he always had a fine layer of stubble on his chin and jaw. Even
though he was her boss, and old enough to be her father, Kendall had always found
him attractive and harbored a slight crush on him.

Though Kendall repeatedly denied it to herself, every morning
she would come to work just a bit early so she could watch him finish getting ready
for his day. She loved the way his hands moved to tie his tie. His hands were long
and graceful. He always wore very nice suits, as he could afford them. Every time
she caught herself watching him too intently, she would quickly get embarrassed
and look away.

This morning was no exception, and Kendall made an effort not
to watch him as he made the final adjustments to his wardrobe before heading out
the door. Inevitably, she found herself watching, entranced, as he adjusted the
cufflinks on his shirt. Looking up, his eyes came into contact with hers, and he
raised an eyebrow and quirked his lip in a smile. Kendall attempted to recover by
sending him a smile in return, but she couldn’t help the deep blush that spread
over her cheeks at having been caught observing him.

 Kendall felt a slight rush of relief as Mr. Thomas finally finished
adjusting his wardrobe and picked up his briefcase, turning to leave. He opened
the door, but just before leaving, he turned back towards her.

“As always, call if anything comes up,” he said, his serene blue
eyes seeming to look straight through her.

“Of course,” Kendall nodded, smiling weakly.

“Alright,” Mr. Thomas gave her a slow nod and a small smile.
“I’ll see you at the end of the day then.”

Kendall nodded, and Mr. Thomas left. She could not help but release
a small sigh of relief as he left. She knew she was childish for admiring him. His
wife, the mother of his children, had passed away in giving birth to their
youngest child, a five-year-old boy named Adam. The first couple of years had been
hard on everyone in the family. Kendall remembered nights spent with Allison, lying
awake after Allison had already fallen asleep, when she could hear Mr. Thomas quietly
crying in his room.

Things had slowly but surely gotten better. A new sense of normal
had settled about the family, and life went on. Allison had been accepted into Harvard,
and it was no problem for Mr. Thomas to pay for his daughter’s education. Kendall
had been thrilled for her friend. Allison had always had a very sharp mind, and
Kendall knew that her friend would make an excellent lawyer one day.

Kendall’s dreams were not so lofty. She wanted to become a teacher
and be an inspiration to young children. If she inspired one person, she would feel
satisfied in life. Maybe once she started work, she would meet a young man and settle
down and get married. Once she had her degree, she would start working to achieve
her goal.

With that in mind, Kendall was reminded of her online class.
She sat down at the desk in the corner of the living room and logged onto the computer.
She had been working here so long that Mr. Thomas had created an account for her
on his home desktop so that she could easily work on her schoolwork and still monitor
his children.

Kendall started to work on one of her homework assignments and
lost herself in the various thought processes and calculations. Over the course
of a couple of hours, she got a lot done. She liked to get her work done before
her young charges woke up. That way, she could devote all her attention to them
without being distracted by her schoolwork.

She was largely done with her assignments for the day when the
children came down the stairs. The older boy, John, looked remarkably like his father,
with wavy dark hair and the same blue eyes. He still looked slightly sluggish. Adam,
on the other hand, was born a morning person. He had his father’s dark hair as well,
but his eyes were the same dark brown as his mother’s. He looked cheerily up at
his babysitter and wasted no time in rushing across the room to greet her.

Kendall smiled and got down on her knees to scoop him up in a
hug.

“Good morning,” she said kindly, and ruffled his hair.

“Morning,” he beamed up at her. “What’s for breakfast?”

“What do you
want
for breakfast?” Kendall returned,
and stood up.

“Cereal,” Adam answered, and scurried into the kitchen.

“Good morning, John,” Kendall greeted the older boy.

“Good morning,” he smiled sleepily up at her.

“Is cereal okay for you, too?” Kendall asked.

John nodded and moved toward the kitchen as well. Kendall smiled
at him. He was definitely one of the most laid-back children she had ever known.

Kendall moved into the kitchen and made the boys their cereal.
She made herself a bowl as well, and they all sat down and ate together. When they
were done, Kendall washed and put away the dishes. She allowed the boys to go into
the living room and watch the television while she cleaned the kitchen thoroughly.
By the time she finished, Adam was already bored with whatever show John was watching,
and he moved to engage in conversation with Kendall.

Kendall conversed with him as she tidied up the living room.
She loved Adam’s enthusiasm for everything. He followed her around even when she
went upstairs to clean their rooms. Eventually though, Adam’s attention was captured
by something else, and he left her. Still, he always put her in a good mood.

Kendall was almost finished making sure the house was in order.
All she had left to do was clean Mr. Thomas’s bedroom and bathroom. On the whole,
Mr. Thomas was a very organized man, but there were certain things he never did.
Making the bed was one of those things. So, Kendall made the bed and quickly cleaned
the rest of the room and the bathroom. Just as she was about to deem the job done,
she noticed that his laundry basket was full. These were mainly workout clothes,
as he always had his nicer clothing dry-cleaned.

Kendall picked up the hamper, and she blushed as she caught a
whiff of the clothes within. They strongly smelled of his own personal musk, and
she blushed to find herself thinking of him running or lifting weights. Shaking
her head quickly, she dismissed those thoughts and moved to start the laundry.

Throughout the rest of the day, Kendall was able to finish all
her schoolwork and Mr. Thomas’s laundry. That left her with plenty of time to help
John with his schoolwork. John was homeschooled, and Adam would be, too, as soon
as the next school year rolled around. Fortunately, Mr. Thomas trusted her to ensure
that John completed his work. Kendall also enjoyed being able to help John with
his work, and she viewed it as excellent preparation for when she would be a teacher
one day.

The day passed with very little activity. Kendall succumbed to
Adam’s insistence that they go on a walk. The ever agreeable John did not protest,
and Adam led them in an adventure around the neighborhood. Kendall waved to the
few people she saw, and she was careful not to let Adam wander off the sidewalk
and into the road. They reached the neighborhood park, and Kendall let loose to
play a game of tag with the boys before they headed back to the house.

They returned to the house, and Kendall made them a snack of
carrots, celery, and peanut butter. They all sat down in the living room to watch
a movie and unwind. Not long after, Kendall heard the door open. She smiled as the
boys promptly leapt off the couch and ran to greet their father.

“Hey!” Mr. Thomas laughed as his boys both gave him tight hugs
around the waist. He dropped to his knees and hugged them back.

Kendall smiled at the sight. The boys adored their father, and
he adored them. He loved Allison every bit as much, and Kendall knew he missed her
when she was away at school, even though he was very supportive of her.

When his sons relinquished him, Mr. Thomas stood and looked up
at Kendall. Kendall felt her throat go dry at his after-work appearance. His wardrobe,
which he so meticulously arranged each morning, was in just the slightest state
of disarray. He had taken off his jacket, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt,
baring his muscular forearms. His tie was loosened, and the top button of his shirt
was undone. His hair, which had been so neatly combed back, now fell forward into
his face to rest on his brow. As usual, a dusting of stubble had accumulated on
his jaw.

Kendall’s eyes swept over him and then rested on his face. His
blue eyes met hers immediately, and Kendall felt herself swallow dryly. Once again
he had caught her looking him over, and he quirked an eyebrow up at her. Kendall,
again, tried to recover by smiling kindly, but on the inside she wanted to bury
herself in a hole.

“I trust everything went all right,” he smiled down at her.

“Of course,” Kendall nodded quickly. “I’ll just be going home
now.”

“Alright, drive safe,” he nodded. He walked her to the door and
helped her with her jacket. The back of his hand brushed over her shoulders as he
helped her into the garment, and she suppressed a shudder at the sensation. She
hastily gathered up her bag and walked out the door as he opened it for her.

Kendall moved down the driveway to her car and got into the driver’s
seat. Mr. Thomas stood leaning in the doorframe, his harms crossed over his chest.
He always watched her leave to make sure she got off all right, and she gave him
a wave as she pulled out of his driveway.

As the house disappeared from her rear view mirror, Kendall released
a shaking breath. She shook her head and frowned. She scolded herself for her unprofessional
demeanor. Fortunately, Mr. Thomas seemed more amused by her behavior than anything
else, and she hoped this wouldn’t negatively affect their working relationship.

When Kendall pulled into the parking lot of her apartment, she
resolved to act more professionally. For now, she put all thoughts of her boss behind
her, and she fell into her usual evening routine. She went into her small apartment,
changed into some sweatpants and an old t-shirt, and started her run. Her body quickly
warmed up, and the chill in the air felt nice against her heated skin.

When she made it back to her apartment, her skin glistened with
a fine layer of sweat. Her heart was pumping hard, and she felt a sense of euphoria
after the exertion. She took a few minutes to stretch her muscles out, and then
stripped off her sweaty clothes and moved to take a shower. She felt calm and peaceful,
and she allowed her embarrassment from earlier to be washed down the drain.

When she finished her shower, she dried off and braided her hair
for the night. She put on a pair of soft shorts and a tank top, feeling herself
getting sleepy already. She crawled into bed and picked up her laptop, making sure
that she had finished all her schoolwork from the day. When she was satisfied that
she was done, she put down the computer and turned on her small television, allowing
herself the luxury of mindless entertainment.

Kendall couldn’t help her thoughts as they drifted back to her
interactions with Mr. Thomas. She still felt horribly unprofessional and childish
for so unabashedly staring at him, and then having him catch her in the act just
put it over the top. Though she did have to admit to herself that she was attracted
to him, that did not change the fact that he was her boss, and he deserved to be
regarded with respect.

Kendall resolved to be much more appropriate in her dealings
with Mr. Thomas. With her mind set, Kendall turned off her television and covered
up in her blankets. It did not take long for her to fall asleep.

The next morning, Kendall eagerly dressed and gathered her belongings,
eager to prove to herself that she was not some infatuated child. She was certain
that she could maintain a professional demeanor. So feeling confident and assured,
Kendall got in her car, and in no time she was at the house of her boss.

Kendall wasted no time in ascending the steps of the porch and
ringing the doorbell. She felt her heart beating a little harder as she waited for
him to open the door, noting that it was taking a bit longer than usual. Soon she
heard the doorknob turn, and the door opened.

Kendall was taken aback as she saw her boss, or rather his state
of dress. Rather than one of his many fine suits, he was dressed in a simple gray
sweater and a pair of jeans with some brown loafers. He had not shaved, and his
stubble was even more pronounced on his jaw. His wavy hair fell down into his eyes,
and Kendall could not help but watch as he combed his fingers through it. He looked
down at her with a quizzical expression, slight amusement dancing in his eyes.

It was at that moment that Kendall realized that it was Saturday.

“Good morning,” Mr. Thomas smiled at her in greeting. “To what
do I owe the pleasure?”

“I’m so sorry,” Kendall stammered, absolutely mortified. “I completely
forgot it was Saturday. I’m sorry to disturb you so early. I’ll just be going home.”

“You’re not disturbing anyone,” Mr. Thomas chuckled. “Come on
in. I was just about to have some tea.”

“Oh, no thank you,” Kendall shook her head, wanting nothing more
than to flee this situation.

“I insist,” Mr. Thomas stepped aside for her to enter his home.
“You’ve already driven out here. I’d hate for it to have been for nothing.”

Kendall heard no room for argument in his tone, and she reluctantly
stepped into the house. She took off her bag and hung her jacket on the coat rack,
following Mr. Thomas into the kitchen. She sat down at the breakfast bar and watched
patiently as he poured hot water over a teabag.

“Have you had any breakfast?” Mr. Thomas asked her over his shoulder.
“I was just about to make some toast.”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Kendall answered. Her stomach was in knots,
and she doubted she could have eaten anything, even toast.

Kendall watched her tea steep as Mr. Thomas made his toast. She
felt her heart beating in her throat. She dared to look up, and she immediately
found her eyes drifting to Mr. Thomas’s strong back. She was entranced by the subtle
movements of his shoulders and arms as he made his breakfast. He started to turn
around, and Kendall quickly shifted her eyes back to her tea.

“What’s on your mind?” Mr. Thomas asked, and Kendall looked up
from her tea to answer him.

“Nothing much,” Kendall shrugged, lifting the cup to her mouth
to take a sip of her drink.

“Are you sure?” Mr. Thomas raised an eyebrow. “You seem frazzled,
and you did just come in to work on a Saturday.”

“I just lost track of the week, I guess,” Kendall offered lamely.

“Hmm,” Mr. Thomas gave a slow nod and took a bite of his toast,
his blue eyes never leaving her. Kendall felt as though she needed to be honest
with him.

“I actually want to apologize,” Kendall said softly, her voice
wavering slightly. “I feel like I’ve been unprofessional. I want you to know that
I’m very grateful for this job, and I have the utmost respect for you.”

“Ah, I understand,” Mr. Thomas smiled and nodded. “You’re embarrassed
that you’re attracted to your boss.”

Kendall said nothing, but she felt a deep blush spread over her
face at having him say those words out loud.

“I assure you, it’s nothing strange,” he explained. “There are
plenty of women at the office not much older than you who make no effort to hide
their attraction, much less apologize for it. It’s very flattering.”

Kendall remained silent, still absolutely mortified to be having
this conversation at all.

“The thing is, I’m just not very interested in any of them,”
Mr. Thomas went on, and his voice was softer. “They don’t know they don’t have a
chance, and I won’t tell them. It wouldn’t make a difference. I’ve had my eye on
someone much more interesting.”

Kendall looked up at that. She hadn’t known that Mr. Thomas was
seeing someone. This would be his first relationship since his wife had died five
years before. She felt a spark of happiness for him, and she was eager to know more.

“Really?” she asked. “Have you known her for very long?”

“Yes, for several years now,” Mr. Thomas nodded. “She’s a very
close friend of the family.”

“Oh,” Kendall blinked. “Do I know her?”

Mr. Thomas looked at her and smiled slowly.

“Better than most,” he answered softly, a measure of amusement
dancing in his eyes.

Kendall could have sworn her heart stopped beating.

“Oh,” she whispered, unable to think of anything else to say.
She knew he was talking about her. Her mind reeled as she tried to process the information.

Kendall flinched as Mr. Thomas placed his hand over hers on the
table. She looked up into his face and searched his eyes. She was shaking violently,
and she felt muscles deep inside of her clench as his blue eyes began to cloud over
with a dark emotion.

“What about John and Adam?” Kendall asked, her voice shaking.

“They’re at my parent’s house for the weekend,” he answered as
he stood and began to advance slowly around the bar toward her. Kendall felt frozen.
She managed to turn so that her back was to the bar, and she was looking up at him
as he towered over her.

Kendall flinched as she felt his fingertips brush over her cheek
and then move lower to gently trace over the outside of her arm. Her entire body
shuddered, and she felt her stomach tying itself into knots. Her mouth went dry,
and she could only look up at the man in front of her as her mind seemed to unravel.

“You’ve grown into a beautiful young woman,” Mr. Thomas said,
his voice low, as he placed a hand on her knee.

“Isn’t this inappropriate?” Kendall asked, her eyes searching
his desperately.

“Only if this isn’t what you want,” he answered her, his hand
trailing up the inside of her thigh. “But I can assure you; this is
exactly
what I want.”

Kendal gasped as her boss suddenly cupped his hand over her sex
through her jeans, and she couldn’t help her hips as they jumped off the chair to
press harder against his hand. Kendall whimpered as Mr. Thomas gently caressed her
most sensitive area.

“Do you want this Kendall?” he asked her as he pressed harder,
and Kendall arched against his touch. “Do you want me?”

“Yes,” Kendall barely managed to get the words out before Mr.
Thomas had caught her face between his hands and crushed his lips to hers.