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  “Oh, God, that feels good,” he said.

  I squeezed harder, and he let out a groan, pushing himself closer to me. I rubbed him in circles, then grabbed him again hard, pulling him against me.

  “Sam, you keep this up, and I won’t be able to wait until tonight to take you. I want to fill you up until you are brimming with me. I want to join together with you to the point we are breathing for each other.”

  “Why wait for tonight, Collins,” I said hoarsely. After all the tapes, after trying to satisfy myself while thinking of him, I wanted him now. I unzipped and unbutton his jeans, tugging hard on it down so they were gathered at his calves.

  I flipped him around so he was now lying on the bed and I was on top. I continued peeling off his boxers and jeans until they were off, and his magnificent tanned and muscular lower body was fully exposed to me. “For skipping all those gourmet dishes, for taking the earliest flight home so you can be with me as soon as possible, I want to show you how appreciative I am,” I said looking directly into his eyes. Then I was on him, licking and sucking on him as though he was the most delicious popsicle I’ve ever had. I grabbed him and worked him, while continuing to devour him, my eyes never leaving his.

  He groaned and closed his eyes, throwing his head back. “I never thought straight vanilla could be this good,” he muttered more to himself than to me. “So fucking good,” he groaned.

  “You like?” I asked, acting innocent, while I sucked him deeper. It was a move I picked up from one of his videos.

  “I like it a lot,” he groaned, pulling my head down closer to his groin. “Now use your teeth,” he said.

  “Hmm?” I said between sucks. Teeth? Now that was something I haven’t seen in his videos. I grazed his hard-on with my teeth, gently.

  “Oh, that felt good,” Collins said. “More. Harder.”

  I applied my pressure with my teeth, and he groaned out, “Bite me hard.”

  I chomped down on him, sure this time I would leave teeth marks. I could taste him, his essence, his salty and intoxicating musky manliness. I closed my eyes and relished in the sensation of him pulsating in me.

  “Aww, Sam,” Collins grunted. “That was deliciously good.”

  I licked him where my teeth made its mark, and looked up at him expectantly. “What do you want me to do now?”

  He reached down and gently ran his long fingers through my hair. “I want to come in you, Sam. I want to enter you and rock your senses to the moon and back. But I don’t want to exhaust you right now.” He pulled me up until I was facing him, and kissed me long and hard. “Thank you for that, Baby. That was unbelievably fucking amazing, but what I want to do to you, for the very first time I enter you, I need you to be fully rested.”

  I stopped kissing him and said softly. “How did you know I barely slept?”

  Collins chuckled against my cheeks. “I didn’t, Baby. From how hard you were going on me, I couldn’t tell at all. I just know, from what I want to do with you, for you to experience the most incredible mind-shattering first time, you will need your energy.”

  “Oh,” I said, again imagining the worst, and then seeing the bizarre images from my dream or nightmare popped up in my thoughts.

  As though sensing my trepidation, Collins kissed my brow, and held me tight again him. “If you’re not up for it tonight, it’s alright. I’ve waited this long for you, I could wait a little longer.”

  I shook my head. I needed to get this fear out of my head. I need to find out if I could handle Collins, now. If it was something I could learn or work up to, I could try. “No, Collins, do what you need to do. I want this. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

  He kissed me on my lips and traced my cheeks with his fingers. “I don’t either. I’ve wanted you for so long, Sam. I wanted you first because of your beauty, then because of you, but now I want you because it is an ache I have, a deep ache that I can’t fulfill unless I have you.” He wrapped his arms around me and caressed my hair. “But I’m scared. You know why? I’ve never had a normal relationship with someone I love before. I’ve never had just plain vanilla sex. I’ve always associate pleasure with physical pain.”

  “You’ve always been gentle with me…well, passionate, but you’ve never ever hurt me or caused me any pain,” I said.

  “I know,” Collins said. “I hold back when I’m with you. I try to be as gentle as I could. I don’t want to break you.”

  “Collins!” I cried. “I’m tougher than that. I’m not some kind of delicate porcelain doll. I’m a woman with needs. Although I’ve held back before, although I’ve been such a good girl, it doesn’t mean I don’t think about and that I don’t want sex just like you or any guy. I bet a lot of women are like me in that sense. We want sex. We want good sex, and we want it often.”

  Collins was staring at me as though I’ve grown another head. “So you’re saying you want it?”

  I nearly punched him, “That’s what I’m saying. I not only want it, I crave it. I crave your touch. I crave your lips all over me. I want you, Collins. All. The. Time.”

  Collins broke into a wide smile. “I’ve never thought I can have my cake and eat it too, but Baby, you just made me the luckiest man on the planet.”

  I grabbed his hair and pulled his face down to mine where I kissed him fiercely and thoroughly, sucking on his lips. He kissed me back equally as hard and ran his finger down my chest, to my stomach and around my clit where he used his fingers to rub it in a circle.

  I was whimpering with need when he dipped his fingers into me hitting me in my most sensitive spot, pressing and rubbing until I was grabbing his hair and riding his hand. “Collins,” I cried. “Oh my God.”

  “Come for me, Sam,” he groaned. “I want to see your face when you do.” He increased his pressure and pace until I was writhing and whimpering. “Let it go!”

  I wanted to, but all of a sudden, I was so very conscious of myself, of Collins’ fingers in me, and how I looked.

  “I can’t,” I said, my face suddenly worried.

  “Yes, you can, and you will,” Collins said. He turned me around and was pushing me from behind. It was such an intense sensation, but I was feeling nervous. “You are so fucking beautiful, Sam. I love grabbing your butt and…” he traced my lips from that angle, and suddenly I felt something hard and wet rub against my skin. Instantly I felt a thrill shoot through me. I knew Collins was rubbing the tip of his erection on me now, and the possibility of him entering me made me shudder with anticipation. He dipped his fingers in me and continued his rubbing. “I love that you are so wet for me,” he said. “I love that you have waited for me. You don’t realize what a gift you are to me, Sam.” He kissed my shoulders, my neck and bit my collarbone, making me shudder. With him rubbing me, kissing me, and dipping into me; I was a quivering bundle of pleasure-filled nerves. When he spanked me and said, “Come,” I was so ready, I exploded instantly.

  Chapter 15

  I fell asleep in his arms afterwards and slept for hours. When I awoke, he was sitting on one of my armchairs in my bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of loose pajama pants working on his laptop.

  “Oh, what time is it?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

  Collins flashed me a happy brilliant smile that lit up his face. “Time for my princess to wake up, although I wouldn’t mind if you slept the entire day away. Looks like you needed it.”

  I got up and stretched my arms. “How could anyone not be spent and feeling thoroughly relaxed and satisfied after being with you?”

  Collins turned off his laptop, set it aside, and crawled into bed with me. “I’m ready to see how far you can go again…” His eyes twinkled. “But I have some plans for tonight, that I want you to be part of.”

  I raised my eyebrows.

  “We’re taking a rest in that area,” he kissed me, “if we could…who knows if that plan will fall through.”

  “What do you have in mind, Collins,” I kissed the palm of his hand that had reached out to c
up my face.

  “Just an experiment. Some project I’d like you to help me with.”

  “Oh?” I asked.

  “It’s something that I need to do…for closure,” he said quietly.

  I stopped smiling and took his hand. “Whatever you need me to do, if I can help you get closure, I’ll support you in any way.”

  He kissed me first tenderly and then passionately. “I appreciate that, Sam. I really do.” He got up and out of bed and went to the closet to put on a fresh crisp white shirt, and a black Giorgio Armani suit.

  “That kind of meeting?” I asked. “I have to dress up?”

  “You were made to wear couture gowns and sparkling jewelry. Then again, you were made to look even better wearing nothing,” he grabbed and covered me in kisses. “Speaking of which…” he walked me to stand in front of my full-length closet mirror, dropping my bathrobe so I stood completely naked. I could feel his arousal pressed against my butt through his pants. “So beautiful,” he whispered into my hair as he stood behind me with one hand cupping my breast, and the other on my hipbone, peering at the reflection of us in the mirror. He bent and kissed the crook of my neck. “You don’t need anything to make you more beautiful than this, but I couldn’t resist picking up something for you when I was in Europe.” He slipped a sparkling object out of his suit jacket’s pocket and fastened it around my neck. A beautiful diamond and emerald necklace set in a pattern of leaves against stars…the emeralds formed the shape of leaves against a diamond background. It was the most beautiful necklace I’ve ever seen.

  “Collins, it’s breathtaking! But I can’t take it. It must be worth a fortune, and I don’t want you spending like that on me,” I gushed.

  “Sam, I bought this because it reminds me of you. The leaves are like life. You bring life to everything you touch, even the stars.” He turned me around to face him. “I want you to have it, Sam. It is worth a fortune, but you are worth every single penny of it.”

  He left me briefly, and I suddenly felt the space grew cold without the warmth of his presence. I also began feeling self-conscious of my nakedness in front of the mirror. With Collins, I’ve always felt beautiful and desired. Every single look and touch of his upon me was designed to make me feel like a queen. Even completely naked standing in the bright lights of the early morning sun, I felt sexy and strong. Not weak, vulnerable, and shameful as Billy had always made me feel.

  Collins returned with a strapless emerald green and blue silk dress which he slipped on me. “I thought your new necklace needed a little something to go with it,” he said. “And, these…” he went to a box and took out a pair of crystal-studded pumps that looked like diamonds. I felt like Cinderella when I slipped on the shoes.

  Collins sat me down in front of my vanity mirror and brushed my hair for me. He gently arranged it into a smooth elegant Veronica Lake style that reminded me of the movie stars of the 1940s. Then he applied sexy bold red lipstick on me, peacock green eyeshadow and purple eyeliner to bring out my hazel eyes. When he was done, he added diamond stud earrings to my ears, and stepped back to admire my total look.

  “Perfect,” he said, smiling. “You are stunning.”

  I couldn’t believe my eyes. Except for the night we went to the premiere of his film, I’ve never dressed more elegantly. But this, I never seen a more stunning combination of fashion and elegance. I looked like royalty, like Grace Kelly did in her old films.

  “Well,” Collins smiled. “What do you think?”

  “I have no words,” I said. “I’m stunned, Collins.”

  His face fell. “You don’t like it?”

  I reached up to kiss him. “No, I love it. You constantly surprise me, Collins. Not only do you write the most sensitive films, but you have an eye for fashion. How did you learn to dress women like this?”

  Collins looked away for a while and then fixed his icy blue eyes on me. “I’ve had a lot of practice dressing the rich older women I used to service.”

  I visibly swallowed and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him to me. I kissed him gently. My poor sweet Collins. I was instantly reminded of his troubled past, and how his mother had prostituted him in order to feed her drug habit. I looked at his face and saw the young boy that he was…Daggers staring back at me. “You did well,” I said. “Very well. I love it, Collins.” I kissed him again, “And I love you.” I leaned in and traced my tongue along his ear. “Let me return the favor, Collins. Later on, I want nothing more than to service you.”

  Collins trembled slightly when I pulled away, but not before he grabbed my shoulders and fixed me a hungry raw gaze. “I can’t wait.”

  I stepped away and went to my closet to look for a purse for my outfit.

  But Collins had thought of that, too. He handed me a small crystal-studded clutch. “Looking for this?” he asked.

  I smiled. “You think of everything, don’t you?”

  “I tried,” he said.

  He stuck out his arm for me to hold onto and we walked out of my bedroom and into my living room where I received another surprise.

  Standing in the middle of the living room was Tate, and he was dressed up in a black Giorgio Armani suit like Collins. His hair was cut shorter, like Collins’, and his piercings on his lip and nose were gone. He was gorgeous like Collins, and I had to blink twice to see if it was Tate, and not a younger version of Collins staring back at me.

  Lola and Susan both did a double take.

  Then at the back of all of our minds, we wondered, why was Tate dressing and looking like Collins.

  “Tate?” I asked walking out.

  “Sam,” he said, taking me all in. He let out a deep breath. “Wow. Just wow.”

  “I could say the same about you,” I smiled.

  Collins went to get a cashmere lace wrap for me and placed it over my shoulders. “I asked him to get dressed up for this evening, and when I realized he didn’t have any suits, I ordered an additional suit just like mine for tonight. Of course, he needed a haircut to go along with the outfit,” he smiled.

  “Collins,” I said, “where are we going?”

  “You’ll see,” Collins said, ushering me and Tate out the door, down the elevator, and to his Jaguar. “Vincent has the night off so I’m driving. Buckle up, because I can’t wait to get there.”

  Tate and I shot a look at each other with the same question in mind: Where were we going?

  *****

  If I haven’t been so excited about getting dressed up, if I haven’t been so pleasantly surprised by Tate’s transformation, I would have been able to recognize the route and familiar buildings we were passing.

  “What’s the occasion?” I asked.

  “Again, Sammy Baby,” Collins said, “Being back home with you is occasion enough.”

  I turned to Tate who sat next to me in the back seat. “Any clue where we’re heading?”

  Tate shook his head slightly. “No clue.”

  “Okay,” I said, “Whatever it is, I’m sure it will be memorable.”

  “That,” Collins said in front, “It will be.”

  At that moment, I noticed the view outside of the jag. We had pulled up to a swanky standalone building with a neon blue strip of lighting running on the edge of the building. A large building with the most exotic cars parked near the entrance, the building looked elegant, chic, and intimidating.

  It was not the first time I’ve been here, though.

  We pulled up to the front, and the valet opened our doors, while Collins came over to help me out.

  Tate got out on the other side, straightened his jacket and came over to my side.

  Collins turned around and said, “So, we’re here. Welcome to Club Casablanca.”

  *****

  After my initial surprise, I had to act like I’ve never heard of the Club and have never visited when Collins led Tate and I inside.

  But I did turn to Collins and asked. “Isn’t Tate a little young to be here?”

  Collins whis
pered to me while Tate walked ahead of us, led by the beautiful brunette hostess wearing a red Jessica Rabbit dress. “I’m one of the top VIP here, Sam. I could bring anyone I want.”

  I watched Tate’s eyes completely glued to the swaying rear end of the hostess. “Including Tate? He’s still under 18,” I said.

  “That’s what I was going to tell you, Sam. I’ve found out a few things recently.”

  “Are we here to celebrate that?” I asked.

  “Something like it,” Collins said. “We’re here for a couple of things, which I’ll explain later.”

  “Aren’t I a little young to be here, too?” I asked.

  “As long as you don’t drink any alcoholic beverages,” Collins smiled. “This place is crawling with prominent people – including a cop, a judge, a few politicians, actors, dignitaries, and tycoons. You wouldn’t want to be caught drinking by any one of them.”

  “And you’re VIP here?” I asked. “Then you come here often?” It took me a while for me to realize what Collins was saying. “Why would you want to be a VIP here?”

  Collins sighed and reached for my hand while we continued following the brunette hostess to a corner booth hidden in the dark, but gave us a good clear view of the stage area and the other booths.

  Collins sat to my right while Tate squeezed into my left, sandwiching me between two gorgeous men. I felt envious eyes from the women in the room focused at me and the McGregor boys.

  Collins ordered sodas for me and Tate, but a glass of wine for himself. When our drinks arrived, Collins raised his wineglass to Tate and me, “Here’s a toast,” he said. “To Sam and Tate for having an amazing time at church yesterday without me.”

  Tate and I raised our glasses of soda and toasted.

  Collins raised his wineglass again. “And here’s a toast…to Tate. Congratulations on being declared independent. You are now considered of age, and are free to go live anywhere you please without a guardian. But from what I’ve found out recently from my sources, it seemed you were already old enough to walk out from under my guardianship.”