Free All of me by S Michaels Page B

I
hear Tom cough his wine out, whilst Lucy giggles uncontrollably.
    ‘Er…’ Tim flushes and I grin over at Lucy,
who has tears rolling down her cheeks.
    ‘Emily,’ Tom calls, ‘I work with Tim, just
a reminder.’
    ‘I am only teasing, Tim,’ I tap his arm,
‘of course you will want sex,’ we have all consumed quite a bit of alcohol, so
I imagine no one will think anything of my comments.  I smile at Tom before
tipping back my glass.
    After dinner, the dancing begins and Tim
encourages me to join him. ‘Come on party girl,’ he stands offering his hand
which I take and join him on the dance floor. I smooth down my dress and I
notice Tim’s eyes fall to my thighs, ‘that is quite some dress you have their
Emily,’ he takes my hand, moving the other to my waist and moves us to the
music of the band.
    ‘Why, thank you, Tim.’ I murmur wondering
why, when Tim is moving his hand up and down my spine it doesn’t have the same
effect as when Matt does it or did it, has Matt spoiled it for me with the
whole male population now?
    ‘So, about this date,’ Tim murmurs into my
ear, ‘how about tonight?’
    I guess to some people that may have been
romantic, to me all it signified was cheap!  Maybe he doesn’t want to fork out
on a dinner this one already being paid for. 
    It was happening again, pre-Matt days this
is exactly what happened when men showed an interest, I would find something
that wasn’t right an excuse to validate our incompatibility.
    ‘I am busy tonight,’ I force a smile.
    ‘Excuse me, Tim,’ a stern voice calls, ‘may
I cut in?’ I turn to find Matt is standing, all sexy in his tuxedo, his eyes
murderous and directed towards me.
    ‘Matt!’ is all that exits my mouth. Tim reluctantly
relents, realizing we are acquainted and that Matt is a client.
    ‘Of course, good to see you Matthew,’ he
shakes hands with Matt, before handing me over.
    My heart drops and I can hardly breathe as
Matt takes one hand, putting the other on my hip and brings me tight against
his body.  My insides are tingling and I frown.
    ‘What are you doing here, Matt?’ I growl.
    ‘I was invited, as a client,’ he expresses
coldly.
    ‘Why are you so mad?’ I almost pant at the
sensations his body against mine is creating.  He glares down towards me,
pulling me into his groin and I flush.
    ‘Because you dump me on my arse one week
claiming you don’t want a relationship, then I find you in the arms of another
man the week after, dressed like a supermodel, what exactly is it you want Emily?’
he furies quietly, as we sway to the music.
    ‘Matt.’ I breathe pushing against him as if
my senses are craving him, his eyes penetrate mine and my insides warm, I feel
a heavy feeling in my sex as I take a deep breath in, ‘right now, all I want is
you inside me,’ I whisper to him and he takes a sharp intake of breath.
    ‘Emily!’ he warns.
    ‘I am sorry,’ my hand is inside his jacket
against his hard, muscular body and I move it across his taut muscles savoring
the sensation, ‘but it is beyond my control.’  
    ‘Seriously Emily,’ he croaks as I feel him
harden into me, I move against him and groan into his ear.
    ‘What are you doing to me, you have ruined
me for other men?’ I whisper, ‘I could come right here,’ I groan quietly. He
gasps as his hand moves up and down my hip, I can hardly breathe his eyes have
me mesmerized. I feel my heart flip flop, shit he has me captivated.  The music
ends and everyone claps, I intend to move away but he drops our clasped hands but
the other remains on my hip keeping me glued to him, ‘you cannot move right now,’
he warns and I comprehend immediately.
    ‘Want to get out of here?’ I tempt.
    ‘For what Emily, a night of sex?’ he taunts,
pushing his hand in his pocket.
    ‘Yes,’ I reply, ‘absolutely.’ His eyes hold
mine for what seems like minutes, but is probably seconds, before he guides me
in the direction of the door.
    ‘I need to fetch