Sexting My Ex’s Dad (Forbidden Silver Foxes)

13. Elio

13

ELIO

I exhale slowly, trying to focus on what my associates are saying, as they discuss our next move. Typically, I don’t ever come to these meetings, but with my last VP having been fired…I was being forced to step in and maintain everything going smoothly.

But my mind is elsewhere. Images of Stella’s steamy picture and her tantalizing messages infiltrate my thoughts, making it impossible for me to concentrate which is very unlike me.

There’s a special place for men like me…men praying on women who are half their age…women who also happen to be their son’s ex girlfriend.

I knew when she came into my office that she was going to be trouble, but not being able to keep a woman off of my mind…? This is a first for me. I was going to have to punish her for that.

I hadn’t even touched, yet my body longed for her.

And when I caught her…? It would be game over for her.

I have no plans of getting into some kind of relationship with her. A woman like her, bouncing from man to man, would never be the kind of woman that I would settle down with.

And let’s be honest, I’m not a settling down kind of man anyways. I’m not the kind of man to make the same mistake twice.

But all I can think about are those hazel eyes when I’d grabbed her and told her I’d spank her, the excitement in them…she wanted what I could give her. And even if I had been shocked when I’d gotten her message, I didn’t mind showing her every inch of my world.

I’m sure if Owen found out he’d never talk to me again…but it’s not like we’re talking now anyways. Besides, he won’t find out.

Whatever happens between Stella and me will be our little secret. And one night never hurt anyone.

“Mr. Lombardi, we need your input on this,” one of my employees says, snapping me back to reality. I force myself to pay attention, stroking my chin thoughtfully before giving a brief nod.

“Proceed with caution,” I direct. “We don’t want to attract any unnecessary attention.”

“Understood, sir,” they mutter in unison, shuffling papers and jotting down notes.

Despite my best efforts, my thoughts are consumed by Stella once more. Her delicate, yet resilient appearance, the wavy brown hair cascading down her back, that clear and perfect skin. Those voluptuous breasts that I can’t wait to put in my mouth.

I haven’t wanted a woman this badly since my wife died - a tragedy I still blame myself for - but there’s something about Stella that ignites a fire within me.

“Boss?” Massimo, my second in command, calls out to me, bringing me back to the present moment. “You haven’t said anything for a while. Is everything okay?”

“Fine,” I mutter, forcing my attention back to the discussion. But even as I attempt to concentrate, my mind keeps drifting toward Stella and the tantalizing possibilities she represents.

“Perhaps we should take a break,” Massimo suggests, kicking my ankle lightly and gesturing down. I glance down to see the tent forming in my pants.

Fuck.

This meeting is as good as over.

“Let’s just wrap this up,” I reply, taking a deep breath. “I have some important work to attend to.”

As soon as the meeting comes to an early end, I wait for everyone else to leave, not wanting any of them to see the truth of what had been on my thoughts, before going back to my office with my suitcase in front of my pants.

I had to do something about this erection. It doesn’t seem like it’s going away anytime soon.

As I settle at my desk, the door to my office opens, as Massimo comes in. Usually, I’m happy to see my old friend but not right now…not when I have something I need to take care of.

“Boss, you seem a little... off today,” Massimo remarks cautiously, his brow furrowed. I know he wants to ask about what had happened early, but I’m not willing to answer that, not right now. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine,” I insist, forcing a smile. “Just a lot on my mind, nothing to concern you with.”

“Are you sure?” he presses, concern laced through his voice. “You’ve been spending a lot of time at Terravolt lately. It’s not like you to be so...distracted.”

Something Massimo is annoying with how much he notices…

“Terravolt is important,” I remind him, my tone firm. “It’s good for our public image, and it keeps the rumors at bay. We need that right now.”

Massimo nods, but his eyes still hold a hint of skepticism. He knows me too well, and it’s clear he doesn’t buy my explanation. But he doesn’t push further, instead turning his attention to the paperwork scattered across my desk.

“You have a lot of work to get done.”

“And I will,” I growl.

I run a hand through my salt-and-pepper hair, fighting the urge to slam my fist down on the desk in frustration. This isn’t like me; I’m always in control, always composed. But when it comes to Stella —

I can’t pinpoint why I want her so bad…maybe it’s because I’m not supposed to have her. She can’t belong to me.

And I’ve always wanted what I can’t have.

“Well, I should be getting back to my own work then,” Massimo comments, still looking at me…trying to figure me out. I hate when he does that.

Finally, he walks out of the office.

I’m so hard now that it hurts.

My hand reaches for my belt, unbuckling it quickly, only relieved once they’re pooling at my ankles.

My hand slides beneath the waistband of my boxers, the warmth of my skin contrasting with the cool fabric that encases me. The tension in my muscles tightens as I grip my erection in the palm of my hand.

I hate Stella for making me do this like some kind of teenager. I can’t remember the last time I’d given myself a handjob – I’ve always had women around to do it for me. Even now I could probably call in my secretary…what’s her name? Dottie. She’s constantly making eyes at me.

But no woman is going to do it for me right now…not unless her name is Stella.

I jerk harder, the heat and hardness beneath my fingers both intoxicating and overwhelming. At this moment, all I can think about is her—how her delicate hands would feel on me, how she’d looked up at me with those big innocent eyes while I told her everything I liked. And how she’d tried to keep up, as she did just that.

My movements become more deliberate, guided by the burning need that courses through my veins. Every stroke sends another wave of pleasure rippling through me.

The images of her in my mind grow more vivid, the intensity of my desire reaching its peak.

I imagine her hand exploring the contours of my body—tracing the tense lines of muscle and the warmth of my skin.

My movements become more urgent, driven by the insatiable need to be closer to her, to feel her touch on my skin. The office around me fades away, replaced by the intoxicating fantasy of Stella’s presence.

She’d had such a little fire that day in my office…a fire that continued when she’d unexpectedly sent me that picture while I was working.

I’d had to hide my phone from my brother.

The rhythm of my strokes quickens, harder and harder.

Tension coils within me, a tightly wound spring threatening to snap at any moment. My hand moves with growing urgency. Stella’s presence, her imagined touch, and her searing gaze burn brighter in my mind, consuming every other thought.

Heat surges through my veins, demanding release. Desperation laces my breaths, ragged and shallow, as I teeter on the edge.

With a final, shuddering groan, I surrender to the tide of ecstasy that crashes over me, cum spurting out all of my hands and thighs.

I haven’t cummed on myself in years. How inconvenient.

I hate how much I’m letting this girl affect me. I need to fix it quickly.

Once I’m all done, I grab a few kleenex from my desk and wipe my cum off of myself before throwing them in the trash.

As the waves of euphoria ebb away, I lean back in my office chair, lost in thought.

Until my phone vibrates on the table, begging me to pick it up.

A text message – from Stella.

I want to be your good little girl.

My hand forms into a fist, and I growl. She doesn’t know what those eight little words are doing to me, but she would soon.

I’d told her that she wouldn’t get the chance to back out twice.

And I meant it.