Authors: G.V. Steitz
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Daddy, I am sorry. I have to run out. Something came up and I need to get going. I will be by next week, ok?” I say, leaning into him to give him a couple kisses on his cheeks and a hug.
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Of course sweetheart. I understand. And really, don’t worry about me, Matthew really has taken a great deal of worry off my chest. I really feel great! I will see you soon. And accept my friend request on face book.” He says, pointing to his ipod. I nod smiling. “OK, will do. Love you daddy. I will see you soon.” I say walking towards the door.
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So you all ready for our lunch date Emma?” Matthew says leaning in the doorway with his arms folded over his chest.
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WHAT! I don’t have lunch plans with you!” I yell.
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Darling, you should go to lunch with Matthew. It would do you a world of good.” My dad says back to us who are just glaring at one another.
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See?? Even your father agrees with me.” Matthew says smiling.
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Ah, Tom, I am having my chef bring you and John lunch from the restaurant. Emma swears the lobster and crab stuffed shells are to die for.” He says staring at me still.
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Matthew, you have done too much already. Please you don’t need to waste your money on me.”
Then the door bell rings.
“Seems like it’s too late now Tom.” Matthew says winking at me.
I storm out of the suite, while Matthew gives instructions to John, whom works for him I am sure of. And John sets a try for my father up to bring into him.
I lean against the wall in the hall, throwing my head back.
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This is just great, just fanfuckingtastic!” I say out loud, not realizing it. I stay leaned up against the wall, waiting for Mr. Money Bags, who thinks he can buy my love. Big jerk. I do realize how much he has done for my father. I really do appreciate it. But I hate the feeling of owing someone for something they did for me. Even if they say they don’t want anything in return. My luck has always been the same. They still really want something in return.
Matthew strolls out and walks over to me. Great. Did I really need to lean up against the wall? Now his highness is going to trap me.
“Come on, I’m driving.” He says as he walks out in the hall and moves away from me. Good, maybe the evil glare I am giving him scared him to stay away.
I walk next to him with out saying anything. When we get to the parking lot I speak up.
“How about I meet you? I have my car here. That way I don’t have to inconvenience you to return me.” I explain. , trying to not look at him.
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Hmmm, ok, how about I follow you back to your place, and you drop off your car, and come with me.” He counters.
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I just feel that it will be better for you, I mean why make you back track.” I try for it again.
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Yeah, I don’t see that working. Come on. I won’t bite.” He says smiling and walks away to his car.
I growl, storming off to my car, I squeal my tires and leave. Maybe I can ditch his ass. Maybe he won
’t know how to get to my place. Or I can get there first and lock myself in.
I drive home like a bat out of hell. I get there before he does. Thank God. I hurry to scramble up the drive to my front door. Just as I get into my house Matthew pulls up.
I run in the house and bolt the door behind me.
There is a knock at the door.
“Emma…” Matthew sings out. “I know you are in there sweetie. Are you going to make this easy or difficult?” He asks.
My heart is racing. I can
’t act like this. I can’t hide from him forever. He has done way too much for me and now my father. Great, I hang my head down as I walk back to the door, defeated. I open the door and there is the Mr. GQ cover model. “Hi” Matthew says calmly.
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Hi” I respond.
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So where are we going for lunch?” Matthew asks.
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How about we stay here?” I ask.
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Ok, works for me.” I open the door and let him in.
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Care for a drink?” I ask.
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Sure, whatever you have is fine.”
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Well, go ahead, have a seat I will bring in some wine.”
I make my way into the kitchen. While grabbing a bottle or Riesling, I notice Matthew cautiously looking around as he heads into the living room. He notices pictures on the mantel above the fireplace. I pop open the cork and get two glasses out. Bringing everything into the living room with me, I move to the couch and sit down.
“Your home is very warm and friendly, very inviting.” Matthew states, sounding sincere, as he continues looking around I get comfortable on the couch and pour our glasses of wine. I place his glass of the light, fruity, cold wine on the coffee table for him.
I try my best to barricade myself in the corner of the sofa, sitting folded into a ball, and pillows between me and the remaining area left open. Matthew walks over taking a seat next to me, looking at me, then the pillows I have up like a wall of fluff, and looks back up to me.
“What are you doing here?” He asks me.
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Trying to stay safe.” I answer.
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MmHmm. Safe from me or safe from yourself.” He asks, as he lifts one of the pillows between us, tossing it over the sofa, on to the floor.
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Maybe both.” I answer.
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I see. So who do you not trust more? Me or yourself?” Matthew asks pulling a second pillow out between us, tossing it onto the floor again behind the sofa.
I am at a loss for words so I take a good long sip of my wine. Watching him disarm my pillow fort I erected for protection.
Matthew keeps his eyes on mine. Waiting for a response to his question, I just shrug my shoulders, taking another long gulp this time of my wine.
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You… You should try the wine. It’s really good.” I motion to his glass on the table in front of the sofa.
Matthew doesn
’t move his eyes from watching me. “Later.” He replies. “Now can you answer my last question Emma?”
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I don’t know what you are expecting from me Matthew.” I say softly, looking down at my half empty glass of wine.
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I was hoping you would answer my last question Emma. Are you afraid you don’t trust yourself around me? Or me around you?” He asks as he frees the last pillow between us and tosses off onto the floor.
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Me.” I whisper.
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I see. And why is that Emma?” He asks as he takes my glass from me, placing is carefully on the table, and he looks back to me.
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Why do you think you can’t trust yourself around me Emma?” Matthew asks scooting closer to me. I am facing him since I am smashed into a corner of the sofa. My legs folded in front of me on the sofa.
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I don’t belong with you Matthew.” I say softly looking back into his eyes.
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Really? And would you mind explaining why you think that?” He asks looking my body entirely over with his greedy eyes, moving his eyes back up to my face.
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I’m attracted to you Matthew, but we live in two completely opposite worlds. I don’t and I know you can have anyone you want. So I am doing you a favor. Not getting involved with you is best for you and your lifestyle. You need someone in your circle of friends to be with Matthew.” I explain. Looking at my jeans, picking imaginary strings or something to look busy.
Matthew takes his hand, pushing himself up from the sofa, leaving his hand on the top of the sofa, he takes his other hand and picks up my leg from my calf and slides my leg down over the sofa and laying my foot on the rug in front of the sofa. He turns to face me again, and I feel a shiver run up my spin. God, I am so turned on by this man. I close my eyes, holding back a whimper from what he is doing to me.
Matthew takes his one knee and places it on the sofa between my now open legs. He bends over my body and runs his fingers up the leg he placed on the floor running his fingers gently caressing my leg from the back of my calf, all the way up my thigh. Matthew takes his hand he was caressing me with and places it on the sofa arm rest right next to my head. He stays still for a moment. Inches from my face, I can feel his warm breath release into my own part lips.
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The last thing I want or need is another person in what you call “my circle.” So that’s not good enough. He whispers looking into my eyes getting closer to my mouth.
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Don’t you want me at all Emma?” He whispers. He is waiting for me to take the last step into this moment. Watching me to see if I silently make it known I am good with this.
I close my eyes, taking a deep breath, slowly letting it out. I open my eyes and Matthews eyes are filled with lust or desire. I can feel myself getting more and more aroused by his strength and control. So I give in finally. It could be a little fling. I know he isn
’t serious about starting any kind of relationship with me.
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Tell me Emma. Tell me what you want.” He says softly into my face.
I can
’t breathe quite correctly. So I finally take the plunge. I look up into his eyes. He is staring very intensely at me.
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Please kiss me Matthew” I whisper. And before I could finish my plea, he has his mouth over mine. He leans into my body, his knee between my legs, the one hand that was on top of the sofa, is now wrapped around my waist under the sofa I am laying back on.
Matthew continues his passionate kisses on my lips, out tongues dancing around each other. Frantically taking turns exploring our mouths with our tongues; Matthew lets out a low moan into my mouth. I reach my one hand up and carefully, I run my hand up his leg that is on the floor next to the sofa over mine. I continue to trail my hand up to his waist and then up his stomach and chest. I let out a moan myself.
Matthew runs his hand from around the back of my waist to scooping in under my ass. Squeezing as he continues moving his hand lower down my back side.
Before I know what is happening he has me lifted up and pulled into his lap with him sitting back on the sofa, I have my legs on either side of his thighs, kneeling into the sofa, and him with my arms wrapped around his neck, his arms around my waist. All of these going on with out breaking our passionate kiss, making me get more aroused than I ever expected to be with him.
My head and my body are listening to two different sides of me debating on what to do next. My body wins without consent from my head. My hips grinding into his more. I pull my head away for some air, and Matthew moves down my neck trailing soft wet kisses all over both sides. My body, arching into his kisses, wanting more as he continues down to my shoulder. His hands move to either side of my body first resting on my hips, he softly squeezes them and stops. Slowly I feel his hands moving up each side of my body and I softly whimper into his ear. He feels so incredible. I find my hands playing and tugging at his hair, his hands stop just beneath my breasts. My nipples have formed into tight little buds aching to be touched by him. I feel his arousal growing between us, our moans getting more intense as we continue this torture we are administering to each others bodies.
Matthew pulls his head up back to mine,
“Emma, you feel so good in my arms baby.” He whispers in my ear before he lightly traces his tongue around my ear and softly tugs on my lobe, making me moan louder for him.
Matthew slowly moves the palms of his hands back down my body to my hips again. This time as he moves them back up my body, he moves them up into my sweater, so his hands are on my skin. Slowly his hands trail up the sides of my body, making me squirm more into his body beneath me. As he reaches the bottom of my breasts, he slowly grazes the pads of his thumbs gently over my hard nipples piercing through the white lacey bra I have on.
Our mouths, neither able to stop kissing one another, finally breaks. Matthew leans his forehead into mine. Both of us panting, trying to calm our breathing down.
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Emma, if we don’t stop right now, I won’t be able to very soon. I want you too much sweetheart. Please. Tell me what you want.” He says as he brings his hands back down to rest on my hips at first and then runs his hands to cup the bottom of my ass with both hands.
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I… don’t want you to stop Matthew, but…” I stop. Not sure how to explain this.
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But what baby. You can tell me what you are feeling. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But please, Emma, you have to tell me.” He says back to me, giving me a quick peak on my lips.
So now my mind is going in full crazy mode. I just say the first thing I can think of.
“I don’t have any condoms here.”
Thinking that will help me change my bodies cravings to keep continuing on this path of lust.
“So we will stop.” Matthew says as he kisses my forehead.
I look back up into his eyes. His eyes already there, were waiting for me to look into his.
“I don’t carry them with me Emma. I’m sorry. It’s been about six months with I was with a woman, and I have had my exam since then so I know I am clean. But I didn’t expect this to happen, as much as I want this to happen, I don’t expect things like this to just happen.