Page 83 of Sexting My Ex's Dad

Considering the ratshack that Stella had moved from, I never would have thought that she’d be so picky. We moved from one apartment to the next, and there was an issue with every single one of them.

Too expensive. Too big. Too small. Too closed off. Too open. Too modern. Too outdated.

I don’t complain though. I just enjoy spending time with her.

What a lovesick idiot I’m becoming.

As we enter the next apartment, I can immediately sense Stella’s interest piquing. The space is filled with natural light pouring in from the large windows, giving it a warm and inviting atmosphere. I watch her eyes roam over the exposed brick walls and the high ceilings, taking in the details that make this place feel more like a home than anything else we’ve seen so far.

“Wow, Elio,” she says, her fingers tracing the smooth edge of the granite countertops in the open kitchen. “This place is... really nice.”

“I think it would suit you.”

She raises an eyebrow at me. “Would you complain about coming to see me here?”

I shake my head. “Not at all. And imagine all the incredible places in here that I could bend you over and…”

Her cheeks flush a captivating shade of pink as she playfully shoves my chest. “Elio!” she exclaims, laughter bubbling up in her throat. “Is that all you think about?”

I smirk. “Yes. I’m a man.”

“Isn’t your sex drive supposed to be slowing down with old age?”

“Last I checked, forties are middle aged.”

“If you say so.” She laughs. “I think this one is it.”

“Good. Sign the papers, so it won’t be illegal when we break the place in.” I pat her butt to encourage her, and she squeals.

“I’ll go sign now!”

49

ELIO

It doesn’t take long for Stella to settle into the new apartment - although that’s probably chalked up to the moving team I’d hired for her. Once they were done, I figured there was no better way to end the night than with some wine.

It’s always a hit or miss whether or not she’ll drink with me, but tonight she decides to have a little bit of fun.

“Seriously, Elio?” She shakes her head, grinning. “I can’t believe you managed to talk your way out of that one.”

“Believe it or not,” I reply, my voice laced with amusement as I take another sip of wine. We’re both sitting on her mattress, a bit spent after I’d screwed her in the kitchen first and then again in her bedroom.

There’s nothing like christening a new place.

“Everyone falls for your charms,” Stella teases, brushing a strand of wavy brown hair behind her ear.

“You did,” I remind her with a smirk.

She sighs. “Don’t I know it.”

A sudden knock on the door interrupts our conversation. Glancing at the clock, I realize the pizza we ordered earlier must have arrived.

“Ah, that must be our dinner,” I say, reluctantly untangling our legs. “I’ll get it.”

As I stand and make my way towards the door, I find myself thinkingforbiddenthoughts. What would life be like if I could share every evening with someone like Stella? Is that what I’m ready for? Settling down for real?

I’d done it once before, with my past wife. I never thought I would again, but Stella makes me realize that it isn’t completely off the table.