Sexting My Ex’s Dad (Forbidden Silver Foxes)

17. Stella

17

STELLA

I ’ve been sexting my ex’s dad.

I can’t stop the words from repeating in my head over and over again. I wonder how many women have made the same mistake? Probably none.

“Stella, come here.” His voice is soft, but there’s a demanding undertone to them, one that I feel my body react to immediately.

Since when do I find commanding guys attractive? Only when their name is Elio Lombardi apparently.

I don’t move from my spot. I can’t, or I’ll risk making some kind of mistake. “Look,” I say, mustering all the courage within me, “there’s been a mixup. Those messages you received... they weren’t meant for you.”

Elio arches an eyebrow, and though I think I detect a flicker of disappointment, it’s quickly masked with another disarming smirk. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” I reply, swallowing hard. “It was an accident, and I apologize if it led you to believe something else. That night, I’d been drinking, and I was trying to talk to someone else.”

“Hm.” He nods, not seeming alarmed in the slightest. “I’d say I’m an upgrade then.”

My eyebrows furrow. “How could you know? You haven’t seen the other guy.”

“I don’t have to,” he laughs, standing up and erasing the distance between the two of us. “I saw the look in your eyes when you saw me. There’s no competition. Even if you didn’t know it was me you were talking to, you can’t deny how you feel about me.”

My breath hitches, and, for some reasons, words seem to fail me. How could he know how I feel about him when I still haven’t fully figured it out yet?

Elio leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “You know,” he whispers, “I’m almost glad those messages were sent to me instead of whoever they were meant for. I enjoyed reading every one of them.”

My heart races, but I don’t dare move. The way he speaks, the sultry tone of his voice, has a magnetic pull. It’s as if I’m caught in his gravitational field, unable to escape.

“Ever since that day, Stella, I’ve been thinking about your body,” he confesses, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “The things I could do to you... You have no idea, but you will soon, baby girl.”

I try to ignore the heat that rises within me at his words, but it’s impossible. My cheeks flush and my pulse quickens, betraying my resolve. As much as I want to push him away, there’s a part of me that craves what he’s offering – a taste of the forbidden.

Elio backs me up against the wall, his gaze never leaving mine. My breath hitches as our bodies come into contact, separated only by the thin layers of clothes we’re wearing. He moves one hand to rest on the wall beside my head, effectively trapping me.

Is there something so wrong about being trapped?

His other hand slides around my waist, pulling me even closer. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, igniting a fire within me that I’ve only ever felt one time before — with him, back at his office. My mind races with thoughts of caution, but my body is thrumming with desire.

“Please, Elio...” I whisper, my voice barely audible even to myself. “It isn’t right.”

“Babygirl,” he says with a predatory smile, “There isn’t right and wrong. There’s just desire, and you desire me. Don’t deny yourself.”

I shouldn’t, but I do. And strangely enough, his words make me feel less bad about it.

Still though, as much as I hate Owen now for what he did, isn’t sleeping with his dad a bit much?

This has nothing to do with Owen.

I close my eyes, trying to block out the temptation he presents. But even with my eyes shut, I can still feel his presence – the intoxicating aroma of his cologne, the warmth of his body against mine, and the relentless pull of his desire.

“Stella,” Elio whispers, his breath hot against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“Please,” I breathe, my voice barely audible even to myself.

But, I don’t even know what I’m begging for…him to stop or keep going?

He tilts my chin up with one hand, forcing me to meet his piercing blue gaze. The world fades away as our lips meet – a desperate, fiery kiss that burns through my very soul. His hands find their way to the small of my back, pulling me closer until there is no space left between us.

I know I shouldn’t give in to him. I know the consequences of doing so will be dire. But as Elio deepens the kiss, tasting me like a man starved, I can’t help but lose myself in the sensation. It’s like touching a live wire, feeling the current surge through every nerve ending in my body. I crave more, wanting nothing more than to drown in this moment with him.

“Stella,” Elio murmurs, his voice thick with longing as he pulls away from the kiss that has my head spinning, “Be mine.”

His lips move to my neck, clouding my thoughts. “And what…um, would that entail?”

“I would take care of you, Stella. Pay off your debts, help you finish nursing school. All I’m asking for in return is a little...companionship.”

“Companionship?” My heart sinks as I realize what he’s really offering. “You mean you want me to be your personal mistress.”

“Is that so bad?” Elio’s voice is smooth and way too persuasive. “You could quit this little job of yours, and I’ll give you all the security in the world. Whatever they’re paying you here, I’ll pay you three times the amount. You just have to be at my beck and call.”

It’s like a bucket of ice cold water has just been poured on me. And to think that I’d been about to give in to him…I’m such an idiot. Hadn’t I learned anything from Owen? I should have known his dad would just be worse.

“Are you serious, Elio?” I demand, anger flaring in my chest, as I push against his chest. “Do you honestly think I would sacrifice my integrity for money?”

“That’s exactly what you’re doing working here.”

All I see is red, as I stab a finger in his chest, ignoring the feel of the strong, hard muscles underneath. “I’m not going to be your sex slave.”

“Stella, don’t be so na?ve. People make deals like this all the time. It’s just business.”

“Business?” I repeat incredulously. “This isn’t business, Elio. And what happens when you realize you want this little arrangement to end? I just get tossed to the curb ride…the same thing Owen did to me? I mean, like father, like son right?”

“Don’t compare me to him,” he snaps, his voice growing colder. “I have a little bit of respect.”

I scoff. “You call this respect?”

He stares at me hard. “I would continue to pay you a stipend once our rendezvous ended. Is that what you’re concerned about?”

Are all billionaires this clueless? He could have offered this to any other woman, and I’m sure they would have fallen at his feet, willing to be his mistress without the money, but I’m not one of those women.

“Let me make myself crystal clear,” I say, pushing his hands off my waist and taking a step back. “I am not for sale, Elio.”

I turn on my heel and walk straight out of the door.