Authors: Sandra Sinclair,Steam Books
No, she did not hold a candle at all to Amanda, and at that thought, she suddenly felt a tear streak down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, though, focusing on her search for the earrings and after a few minutes, she gave up on even that. Her mother no longer remembered giving them to her, anyway, so she wouldn’t notice them missing.
Straightening the front of her dress and picking up her purse, she walked out of the room, went down to the lobby to drop off her keycard and then left the hotel, feeling like Cinderella walking out of the ball, except without any hope that the prince would come after her.
The dream had come to an end.
~ ~ ~
She was dreaming, Amy first thought as she heard knocks on the door to her apartment later on. It was the middle of the night, after all, and Amy was pretty sure she wasn’t expecting anyone.
As the knocks persisted, though, she was forced to believe that there was someone knocking on her door and muttering a curse, she took off her sleep mask, got out of bed and walked to the door.
“You better have a good excuse or…”
She stopped talking as she looked into the peephole and leaned on the door as she rubbed her eyes. If she thought she had been dreaming earlier, she was even more convinced that she was dreaming now, for surely, there was no way Collin could be at her apartment door.
“Amy?” he asked, seemingly sensing her presence behind the door. “Amelia?”
She frowned at the use of her full name, though that confirmed that everything was indeed, real.
“What are you doing here, Collin?” she asked, still leaning on the door.
“I want to show you something,” Collin answered.
The answer made Amy raise a brow in curiosity. She had expected Collin to say that he wanted to talk to her, but to show her something?
“You’re not supposed to be here,” Amy said, the stubborn part of her refusing to be made a fool of again.
“I wanted to see you.”
She was about to ask him how he found her but realized it was probably pointless since a man with as much money as he had could probably find anything he wanted. Instead, she said, “Why would you want to see me? You’re engaged, aren’t you?”
“Won’t you come with me, Amelia?” Collin asked instead of answering her question.
For a moment, Amy kept silent. Then, deciding she had nothing to lose, since she had already lost her heart to him anyway, which was why she had cried herself to sleep earlier, she sighed.
“Let me get dressed.”
She went back into her bedroom to change into a long-sleeved, cowl neck blouse and a pair of black jeans, then fixed her hair into a ponytail before picking up her purse and opening the door to find Collin standing there in a black turtleneck shirt, his hands tucked in the pockets of his gray coat.
She was tempted to throw herself in his arms there and then but managed to get a hold of herself. “I sure hope it isn’t your habit to wake people up in the middle of the night.”
“Not usually,” he said. “I’m sorry about that.”
He handed her a pair of earrings from his pocket. “You left these at the hotel.”
She gasped as she took them. “Where did you find them?”
“Under some clothes.” He stretched out his hand to her. “Shall we go?”
Amy placed her earrings in a pocket of her purse. “Only if you promise never to call me by my full name again.”
He grinned. “Deal.”
She gave him her hand and taking it, he led her down the stairs and outside to his car.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“It’s a surprise,” he said, grinning.
They rode in silence, with her fumbling with the strap of her purse, her glance darting every once in a while past the window to try and see where they were going. More than that, she wondered why he had come to see her and what he was planning on doing now.
One of her unspoken questions was answered when the car finally came to a stop in front of the city orchidarium. She still didn’t know what they were doing there, though, and so she kept on a curious, bewildered expression as she followed Collin out of the car.
At the entrance, he stopped to talk to the guard and seconds later, the gate was opened.
“This orchidarium actually belonged to my mother,” Collin explained as he stretched out his hand to her once more. “She donated it to the city but my family is welcome to visit it anytime.”
“Oh,” was all she managed to say.
She followed him through rows of orchids, some making her smile with their simple beauty and others making her gasp in wonder. Strangely, although she had been living in the city for three years now, she had never visited the orchidarium and she regretted that now, since the place seemed to be a fragment of paradise right in the heart of the city.
He led her past a fountain and into a dimly lit greenhouse, at the entrance of which she stopped, letting go of Collin’s hand so she could clasp her hand to her chest as she stared at the most magnificent flowers she had seen in awe.
Some of the flowers were large enough to fit in her palm while others seemed very small. Some flowers, too, had only three petals while others had petals that were thin like blades of grass. There were striped and dotted flowers, as well, along with the first green flowers she had ever seen, all of which equally captivated her.
“They are beautiful, aren’t they?” Collin asked as he, too, looked around.
Amy nodded, totally in agreement. She was still confused, though. “Why did you bring me here?”
“Well, for one, I thought you’d like it,” Collin answered. “And because I was suddenly reminded of this place after all that’s happened.”
She wanted to ask him why but decided to let him explain in his own way.
“You see, these orchids…” He went to stroke one of the flowers. “They have a secret. They were actually made in a laboratory.”
Amy’s eyes grew wide. “What?”
“They weren’t grown naturally like the rest of the orchids in this orchidarium,” Collin went on. “Because you see, they are very rare.”
“You mean, they’re like clones?” she asked.
“In a way,” he answered. “My Mom threw a fit when she first found out. You see, my Dad bought these for her as presents. But she got over it. She still fell in love with them, after all.”
She looked at him, beginning to understand why he had brought her there. “So you think these orchids are like me?”
“Except you’re more beautiful,” he said, turning to face her. “From the moment I saw you, I was just fascinated and I had such a wonderful time. True, I mistook you for Amanda, my fiancée whom I’ve never personally seen before but who I was arranged to marry, since I was supposed to meet her for the first time that night, but the fact remains that I had a wonderful time with you.”
“It was never supposed to happen, though,” Amy said. “It was you and Amanda who were supposed to have that time together.”
“Do you think I would have had the same wonderful time with her?” Collin asked, stepping closer to her.
She didn’t answer.
“It took me all of two minutes to realize that I didn’t want to be married to her,” Collin said. “Especially not after I met you.”
“But you’re engaged.”
“Not anymore,” he said. “The reason it took me this late to come for you was because I had to go talk to her father. We were able to come to some sort of agreement so the engagement no longer holds.”
Her jaw dropped. “You went to all that trouble?”
“Amanda was furious,” he went on. “She said I was letting you deceive me, but I know that was never your intention. I’ve been with some women before who were just after my money and I can tell you’re not one of them.”
“I should have still tried to tell you the truth.”
“You did try.” He stroked her cheek. “At any rate, it doesn’t matter. I just want to be with you now. The question is: Do you want to be with me, too, Amelia Washington?”
Amy chuckled. “I thought I told you not to call me by my full name.”
“Sorry,” he said, grinning. “I’m just making sure I have the right person this time.”
She just grinned.
“Then again, I think I might have had the right person all along.”
He kissed her, closing the gap between them in one movement. For a moment, she resisted, but as before, her desire for him, which was now accompanied by an indescribable warmth surging within her, won out and she kissed him back, her hands going around his neck just as his arms wrapped around her waist, bringing their bodies closer together.
They remained that way for a few minutes, their tongues entwined and their bodies rubbing against each other. Then, his hand slipped beneath her blouse and she broke the kiss, surprised.
“We’re doing it here?” she asked.
Instead of answering, he moved his hand to cup one of her breasts through her bra, making her gasp.
“Collin…”
“Ssh,” he whispered in her ear before planting a kiss on her earlobe. “There’s no one here but us right now.”
She wanted to protest some more but no longer could, his hand already making her head spin as it slipped beneath her bra to gently knead her breast. Shortly after, his other hand followed, teasing her other breast so that both of them tingled with the heat that was slowly building up inside of her. Then, he abandoned them both to unbutton her jeans and push them down so she could step out of them, after which he led her to a wooden bench, gently pushing her down to sit on it.
When she had sat down, he knelt in front of her to lift her blouse and suck on her breasts, one after the other, while his other hand began to stroke her through her underwear, the intimate touch making her shiver.
He stopped momentarily to sit on the bench, pulling her against him so that she was seated on his lap, straddling him with her back to his chest, then he resumed caressing her, one of his hands fondling an engorged nipple while his other hand went beneath her underwear to seek her secret folds, slipping between them to tease the nub hidden there, making her moan, before inserting a finger inside her.
Somehow, with the position she was currently in, she felt more exposed and the excitement she felt from it caused her pleasure to escalate as he moved his finger inside her, probing and stretching her, while his other hand moved to her other breast.
When he inserted another finger, she could not help but let out a cry, though not of pain since she was too wet to feel any, and she dug her fingers into his thighs and threw her head back against his shoulder as she allowed the pleasure to slowly but steadily consume her.
Suddenly, he stopped. Pushing her gently off him so that she was standing up, or at least, trying to on her shaky legs, he turned her around and pushed her forward so that her arms were on the back of the bench, her back bent. Then, he moved her underwear down and the next thing she knew, the tip of his cock, which was moist and hot, brushed against her most intimate place, causing her fingers to grip the wood and her heart to pound.
As he slowly pushed in, she squeezed her eyes shut, relishing the feel of him, feeling as if it was her first time having his cock inside her even though it wasn’t, and when he had completely filled her, she opened her eyes and tried to breathe while he, too, paused.
“Oh, Amy, you’re really so amazing.” He kissed the side of her neck tenderly before starting to move inside her, his thrusts hitting the sensitive spot inside her from the very beginning.
With each contact, that spot became even more sensitive and when he reached around to touch her other sensitive nub, as well, the one he had stroked earlier, she cried out again and shivered, the combined pleasure causing heat to flood through her veins.
As he stroked her in time with his thrusts, she could feel the heat gathering between her legs, preparing to explode, and even when his hand disappeared, she knew it was only a matter of time before she came.
By the way he gripped her hips and picked up his pace, she knew he was not far behind her. Still, after a few forceful thrusts, she reached the heights of pleasure first, her eyes squeezing shut while her lips parted to let out moan after moan as she allowed her body to be set on fire.
“Collin!
Oh, God!”
Two more thrusts and he came right after her, burying himself deep inside her with a loud grunt before filling her with his cum.
She relished the feel of the warm liquid inside her as she tried to catch her breath, then felt it trickle down her thighs as he pulled out. After he did, she pulled up her underwear and sat on the couch, leaning back against it and he sat beside her, placing an arm around her.
“Are you really sure you have the right woman?” she asked when she had caught her breath, her eyes fixed on the ceiling of the greenhouse.
“I’ve never been more sure in my life,” he answered, kissing her forehead.
At that, Amy smiled as she closed her eyes. Who knew fairy tales could come true in real life after all?
Sandra Sinclair has been a professional writer for years, but after spending most of her career writing marketing copy, she thought it was finally time to follow her passion, which thankfully for us involves igniting her readers' passion as well. Teaming up with
Steam Books
Erotica & Romance, Sandra's ready and willing to make her readers feel the love and lust of her prose.
Sandra has a degree in Journalism and had once created storylines for a professional video game, but her true calling is being one of the talented sirens of erotica.
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