Page 24 of Sexting My Ex's Dad
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 aboutwhat 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.”
