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Why was he doing this?
Colin’s knee bobbed up and down with fluttering nerves. The air in the waiting room was practically nonexistent, the clock on the baby blue wall was ticking impossibly loud and everyone who waited all seemed to be staring at him as if they could read his past.
They couldn’t, of course. Hell, none of them were even looking at him, but it just felt like they were.
Ughhhh. This was so stupid! Why was he doing this?!
He should not be doing this. Let his trauma stay put and resurface another day. If only he hadn't made his sister that promise. Damn it all, if he was not so shitty with long term relationships then maybe his entire family would not have been pushing him to see some help. Unfortunately for him that help came in the form of Eloise.
Colin Bridgerton had just ended his ten month relationship due to her wanting more that he was not ready for. His fiance of five months had gotten pregnant…but the shock was, Colin and Marina had never slept together.
Marina had tried to take things to the next level but Colin didn’t want to go any further, which she had respected–or so he thought. She told him that she wanted to get married and have a family but he had told her that he wanted that too–the family and to be a dad one day…but not now. And he wanted her body and soul…but he wanted their first time to be as man and wife. Colin was no virgin, but he did want to be a gentleman for Marina–or so he told himself.
The day that he had found out she was pregnant, he felt like such an idiot. Everyone had been hinting towards some announcement that they were going to be making together, which Colin found so confusing, but Marina always brushed off when he asked. Unlike some, he actually had faith in his girlfriend. Too bad that faith and trust was misplaced.
One morning Marina had been in the kitchen of her apartment when he heard her phone ringing. Colin called out to let her know and she asked him to answer it and to put it on speaker. Who knew that one phone call was going to crumble his heart.
“Hello?” Colin answered cheerfully.
“Hello, Miss Thompson?”
“This is her fiancé, can I help you?” Colin asked kindly.
“I am looking for Miss Thompson, is she around?”
“Sure, I will put her on.” Colin walked to be closer to Marina so she could hear the phone better.
“Hello, this is Marina.” Marina didn’t stop her task of doing the dishes as she spoke.
“Miss Thompson, this is Doctor Fife speaking. Just wanted to give you the results back on that test you requested.” Test? Colin saw Marina stiffen and rush towards the phone, but before she could utter another word, the damage was done, “Congratulations, you are having twins.”
Time seemed to freeze and the floor felt like it was giving way beneath him. The words kept coming over the other side of the phone but Colin couldn’t hear over the sound of his ears ringing.
Marina hung up the phone soon after that and stood frozen in front of Colin. He didn’t know what to think, or how to feel. Too many questions and not enough sense to ask. There were too many emotions swinging around it was hard to pin one down, when he finally did, the first one was betrayal.
So started the three hour long argument between the two. Colin wanted to know why and Marina had had the audacity to pin it on him. She had told him that if maybe he had actually touched her then she would not have sought the satisfaction of another man. That was when Colin got agitated.
“Just because I want to wait until we are married to have sex with you doesn’t paint me as the villain here.” Colin said harshly.
“So I am the villain? For wanting someone to pleasure me?!” Marina spat. “This is not the eighteen hundreds!”
Colin was too far gone in hurt and betrayal to care about his tone.
“Yes, yes it does make you the villain of this story. You know why?” Colin took a step towards her, rage in his voice, “Because the day you said yes to being my fiance was the day you denied yourself the temptation of other men and women. Taking me as your future husband means that we give up all desires for others and give to each other our hearts, our bodies and our dreams–”
“No matter how many times I wanted you to have my body you denied me–”
“Because I care about you enough to wait!” Colin shouted. “Because how special would it be to consummate our union as man and wife. To show we care about each other!”
Marina just stared at him like she was seeing him for the first time.
“You care about me?” She whispered, eyes pooling with tears.
Colin looked at her with desperation and hurt, “Of course I care about you, that is why I wanted to marry you–”
“You just told me you care about me. Not that you love me.” Marina said, tears falling. “Do you love me, Colin?”
Colin froze. That should have been an easy answer. A quick, nonbrainer, but it wasn’t. For a while now Colin had felt the shift in their relationship but he was too afraid to bring it up. He felt their distance but simply thought that was a blip in their relationship and that it would go away with time.
That time only grew longer and the distance grew wider, they were practically in tatters by the end.
“Yes, I love you.”
There was a cause.
“You can continue lying to me, Colin, but stop lying to yourself.” Marina growled, throwing his jacket she was wearing at him–the very same one that he had gifted to her for their three month anniversary.
“Marina, wait, stop I love you–”
“Bullshit!” She cried, glaring daggers at him. “You are just afraid to get close to anyone. You never loved me, which is why I had to run to George because he cared!”
Colin started. “I…Marina, I–”
“From the very beginning you were reserved but I thought maybe you could grow to trust me. But I was wrong. You can never open up to anybody, and I know that is because you had a hard past, which is why I was patient in waiting for you, but I couldn’t wait forever–”
Colin snapped at her accusation
“Don’t you dare pin your vile deception and cruel backstabbing nature on me, Marina!” Colin shouted. She had hit too close to home, “I was faithful even when it was hard. I was here when your family kicked you out of their home! I was constant even when you were not, so don’t blame your wicked ways on me because I was not the one to go and fuck someone else while I was fucking committed to you !”
He had brothers. He knew what it felt like to be slapped in the face. But none of his brothers backhanded him with an engagement ring on either. It took mere seconds for her to scream at him to leave which he gladly did. The sound of her shrill cries only angered him further and so all he remembered of the rest of the day was burying his sorrows at the bottom of the whiskey jar at Anthony’s place.
Colin Bridgerton had woken up the next morning with his stomach in knots and his head swimming with alcohol. Anthony and Kate had placed him in the spare room along with all he would need for the mighty and powerful hangover he was going to wake up to. Eloise and Benedict had visited for breakfast like they did every Sunday and forced Col to share the news of what had happened.
They all listened and comforted him knowing how hard it must have been but all of them said nothing when he explained what she had yelled at him in her anger–the part about him opening up. Colin waited for them to say something but they all were silent. It wasn’t until Colin looked more fragile than ever that Benedict spoke.
“We love you Col, and we are all very sad that this happened to you–”
“I always thought she was a bitch–”
“Eloise!” Anthony chided.
“But she is right.” Ben said.
Colin felt like he was being stabbed in the back yet again.
“Wait what?” His eyes wide.
“We are not agreeing with her choices, hell I have half a mind to beat the living daylights out of her, but she was right that you don’t open up.” Eloise shrugged, “Before Marina you were in three short term relationships and flirt with more girls than I have friends with.”
Ben nodded his agreement.
Colin felt blindsided.
“Wh–but…I don’t–”
“Ever since dad died you've been so scared–”
Colin stood abruptly, “Don’t.”
There was silence.
Their father’s death had hit them all differently, but most of them could look back on the memories with Edmund and smile. Not Colin. He was bitter and angry and sad, but hid it with an exterior of giddy, and flighty flirt. Colin hated talking about their father, because everyone talked about him like he was dead. Colin didn’t want him to be gone, so if that meant pretending he wasn’t, then that was all that mattered.
“Thank you for the drinks and for the meal, Kate and Ant. Until next Sunday.” Colin pinned on a smile and left the house before anyone could say another word. The fresh air hit him like a godsent. But he couldn’t enjoy it for long!
“Colin, please.” Eloise came running up behind him, “Colin, I am begging you to see someone. I have a therapist, she it–”
“No, El, I appreciate it but I just–”
“Colin, she is amazing and she helped me so much. I promise you that if you just go and see her–”
“Eloise, I’m not going to see some therapist who is going to sneer at all my life choices and diagnose me with people’s disease.” Colin said firmly, “I can figure out my own shit without some eighty year old woman telling me how.”
Eloise barked a laugh.
“Just go. One session.” Eloise gave him a begging look, “It was your New Years present from me, but I thought I’d give it to you now. I promise if you go, you can have my serving of Turkey for Christmas.”
“Done.” Colin was easily convinced by food.
Now that he was in the waiting room, he wished that his stomach did not easily dictate him. Damn it all this was nerve wracking. Eloise had offered to give him a lift but he had declined. She thought he was going to bail but he said he didn’t want to make her late for work.
Colin pulled out his phone to distract himself but he saw that he had so many miscalls from Marina that he rolled his eyes and shoved his phone in his pocket. This was exactly why he was here. Because she had apparently hit a nerve and now he had to deal with it.
“Colin Bridgerton.” He looked up and saw a dark skinned woman who had curly hair and dark eyes. She wore a pleasant smile and looked to be a little older than him. Perhaps in her mid-thirties.
He couldn’t help thinking she looked like Benedict’s type.
“Yes.” Colin stood and she gestured to follow her. He took a deep breath and followed the woman down the hall. It felt like he was on his way to the guillotine to have his head chopped off. The clicking of the woman’s shoes were the only sound he could hear besides his pounding heart.
They reached a door with a shining silver name on the front.
Dr P Featherington.
“Just through here.” Said the woman. She gave a quick smile and opened the door for him to walk through.
When he stepped through he was met with a sight most surprising.
The person behind a grand wooden desk, peeking through some cute round spectacles was not a grey haired, stout, grumpy and wrinkly old woman, but in fact the most stunning goddess he had ever laid his eyes upon. The woman looked to be around his age, fiery red hair, plump pink lips, the most enchanting blue eyes and her skin looked like the creamiest delight anyone could indulge in.
The sight of her made him lose his breath. Eloise never told him that her therapist was gorgeous. If he knew his therapist was gonna be this gorgeous he would have joined years ago!
Blue eyes met his and Colin felt like she felt it too. That undeniable spark that flew when they gazed at each other.
“Mr Bridgerton, do come in.” Even her voice was perfect. It was so soft and sweet. Dr Featherington turned to the woman behind him when she stood and smiled, “That will be all Gen, thank you.”
Gen nodded and closed the door behind her.
Dr Featherington stood from her desk and made her way over to him and extended her hand to shake.
“Hello Mr Bridgerton, I am Penelope Featherington.”
Dear God, she was a vision. A perfect name for a perfect woman. The forest green shiny blouse tucked into that pitch black pencil skirt made his mouth water. The buttons on her shirt were by no means scandalous–if they were on his sisters as they were not as well endowed as this sexy woman–but the view he got seeing as she was so short, was mouth watering. Colin was not one to thirst over women–I mean, he loved the look of them but he saw that women needed to be treated with respect–but hot damn he wanted a moment to will his cock to behave.
Colin forgot that the perfect woman before him had her arm outstretched and hastily shook it.
“Colin. Bridgerton–Colin Bridgerton.” He stumbled over his words, which he hadn’t done since he was a greenboy at school.
The most delightful giggle came from Penelope’s throat. “I know.”
He blushed harder than the first time he had seen a woman's breasts. Shit he was acting like a fool.
Colin rubbed the back of his red neck, embarrassed.
Pen smiled and gestured for him to take a seat. He took it gratefully and she took the one opposite him, holding her black clipboard on her lap with her yellow pen in the other hand. She took a glance at her board and then back up at him.
“Mr Bridgerton, is–”
“Colin, please. My father is Mr Bridgerton.” Colin chuckled.
Penelope’s smile faltered a little but she nodded all the same.
“Colin, is this your first session?” She asked.
“Yes. My sister booked the session for me because, well, she thought it would help. You see El wanted me to come here because I recently ended things with my fiance who cheated on me and she says that I have trust issues to do with my childhood tru–” Colin realised he was blabbering on and stopped abruptly. He looked to see Dr Penelope blink, “Ehem, yes, this is my first. Session.”
Would someone just shoot him in the foot?!
“I see.” Penelope nodded and wrote something down quickly. “Now, I think it would be best if we did some simple questions, just so you feel a little more comfortable in this space before we get to the root of why Eloise thought this would benefit you.”
It was startling to hear this woman say his sister's name but then he remembered that Eloise was the one who organised this. Dr Featherington was El’s regular therapist.
“Alright then.” Colin said.
“Good. Favourite food?”
“I am not joking when I say that all foods are incredible in my mind.”
Penelope laughed. “I see, what about desserts? No particular favourites?”
“Hmm, that’s a hard one. If I could only have one dessert for the rest of my life I would have to make it a good one.” He was taking this very seriously, “Perhaps…peanut butter cake–no, sugar cookies.”
Again that cute giggle.
“On a scale of one to ten, how important is food to you?”
“Ten. Definitely ten.” They both laughed and it just felt natural. “What about you?”
“Hm?” Penelope tilted her head slightly in question.
“A favourite dessert?” Colin asked.
“Lemon meringue pie.” Penelope replied rather quickly.
“That was fast. No other favourites?”
“The dictionary meaning for favourite is; preferred to all others of the same kind.” Pen giggled. “You cannot have more than one favourite, that is cheating.”
They both laughed again. It was so easy when she was here.
“Next question, who do you trust most?”
Colin felt like this woman was not someone who was about to examine and judge his personal life, but like she cared and could actually make him feel cared for. Colin had friends so to speak but he never had a best friend. This woman knew what she was doing when she asked the trust question. It was by no means light and fluffy like the last few, this was deep and personal. But he still knew how he was going to answer.
“Not my ex-fiance.” Colin joked but it was bitter and mad. He saw that Penelope nodded and waited for him to respond with his answer, “Ehem, my family.”
“Anyone else?” Penelope asked, eyes studying him.
“None that come to mind.” Colin shrugged like the weight of the truth didn’t hurt.
Penelope nodded and scribbled down some notes.
“You are close with your siblings?” Penelope’s eyes were once again on him.
“Extremely. Unnaturally so. Growing up with seven other siblings, you learn to work together and not apart. The house was never quiet, I’ll give you that.” Colin smiled fondly at the mention of his family.
Pen nodded, “What of your mother?”
Again Colin knew his answer. “My mother has been a constant. I love her dearly and we get along well. Not many people can boast of their relationship with their mother like I can. She is an incredible woman who I care about dearly. We have a strong bond.”
There was a wistful look that seemed to cross her angelic features but it was gone rather quickly. Instead of dwelling on whatever passed Penelope’s mind, she went on with her questions.
“So you would say that you have a tight knit family?”
“Us Bridgerton’s stick together.” Colin nodded. For some reason that had her scribbling.
“Good. What of your friends–”
“Hang on.” Colin stopped her, sitting upright.
Penelope’s eyes brows rose slightly in confusion.
“My father.” Colin said as if she was supposed to know.
That look of confusion remained.
“You never asked about my father. Why didn’t you ask if I have a good relationship with my father?” For some reason a stir of annoyance and agitation that his father could be so easily forgotten, even by this woman, made his heart throb angrily.
Penelope’s features softened and she peeked through her spectacles to write something on her board.
“I was hoping you would ask me.” She said, eyes piercing.
“What? Why?”
“Why do you think I wouldn’t ask about your father?” Penelope crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair.
“How am I supposed to know? But it is common courtesy to ask about one’s entire family, not just the select few.” Colin gestured as a whole, “Why didn’t you ask?”
There was a moment of silence.
“Colin, your father has been deceased for a number of years now–”
“Stop.” Colin growled.
“Do you have problems facing the truth?” Penelope asked gently but to Colin it felt like an accusation.
“You don’t even know me.” Colin hissed.
A sad smile, “You are correct, Mr Bridgerton, I don’t know you. But from what I can tell thus far; you are lonely and you have built a wall around yourself so not many people can get through. When I asked you who you trust, you answered me first with who you don’t, telling me that you don’t have faith in many people–and that you see those you can’t trust before those you do.”
“The weight of your family treks you down and the need for them to be pleased is a heavy burden. ‘ My mother has been a constant’ that was a phrase you used. Colin, do you adapt well to change?”
Her line of questions and her statements were too on point.
“Stop it.” Colin growled.
“You long for something to define you, something that is not your family. You also used the phrase ‘ Us Bridgerton’s’ meaning that you are possibly always referred to by your family name and not by the individual you are.”
“You know nothing.”
“I beg to differ.” Penelope said, not harshly, “The way you reacted to me excluding your father from those lines of questions tells me that you are not willing to let the past die–”
“Enough!” Colin shouted, standing abruptly, “I never asked for this! I didn’t ask you to analyse me and tell me about how much I am shit at life, okay?! I get that I am a screw up and that I can’t do things, but I don’t need some shit counsellor to tell me about my faults!”
There was silence. Penelope took off her spectacles and looked up at him for a moment.
“The moment you walked through that door, Colin, you opened yourself up to be analysed.” She said honestly, “It is okay to be hurting. Someone who really cares about you wants you to be here today so you could seek some help, because if you continue going about your day bottling up all of this hurt and loneliness…”
There was a crack in her voice which made him look down at her. What he saw shocked him.
“I do not want to see you hit rock bottom, Colin.” Her crystal eyes were pooled with tears.
Colin was frozen. Something in him told him that he needed to comfort her. It was almost like she needed this session just like he did. As if his body reacted without him realising it, he was kneeling in front of her.
Colin placed his palm on her cheek and swiped away the tears that slipped down.
“Who?”
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From the very first moment her patient had walked into her office she knew it would be one hell of a long one. First off Colin was nothing like Eloise had described him as. This man was not a bore or a pig–he was a damn fine sculpture, carved by the gods. His form alone had her salivating. But she found that even as he spoke, she held onto what he was saying and enjoyed his laugh.
But the moment her line of questioning changed, so too did his attitude.
“ Who?”
Penelope knew what her patient was asking her but so much of her wanted to deny him. This was his session not hers. It was agony on its own. She was a professional dealing with his problems, not the other way around. Too much lay behind the doors she had closed and today was not the day to open them, especially not with this stranger.
Penelope had met Eloise almost a year ago now. Eloise had started therapy almost instantly after Edmund Bridgerton had passed away which meant that Penelope had been through the rough of it all. The good days and the excruciatingly hard days. Pen was there when she finally opened up, she was also there when Eloise listened to the last voicemail her father had ever left her, mere hours before he had died. The voicemail was congratulating his daughter on her new job as head nurse in the children's hospital.
That had been such a hard day but Penelope was so proud of her patient. It got to the point where Pen was not even her therapist, she was her friend. It was not very professional to be friends with your patients but it came so naturally that neither of them cared. Eloise had invited Penelope to girls' nights and drinks at the bar which Pen often denied, but on a few occasions–when things were harder at home–Pen would accept.
It was almost sad to admit that she had more fun with one of her patients then with her friends–except for Genevieve, who was her work colleague and friend. Gen knew how to bring the fun–maybe too much. On multiple occasions, Gen had tried to get Pen to come to her arts groups with her, but Penelope had declined the offer, knowing what happened at those weird hippie places. It was strange and not Pen’s type of outing.
But here she was helping clients who needed just as much help as she did. But no one–bar Eloise–had ever inquired about her family and her story.
“My father.” Penelope whispered, the memory was not a good one, “Debts, affairs, disappointment in his family drove him to irreversible actions.”
Her eyes closed. It was years ago now but she still remembered at age seventeen she had been the one to answer the door when the doorbell rang. She was in her yellow overalls and white T-shirt with pink hearts sewn on. Her red hair was in a messy bun and she wore her reading glasses as she had been midway through a book when she rushed to the door.
As soon as seventeen years old Pen had seen the two officers with their expression sombre, she knew that they had news regarding her father. Portia was out so she was the lady of the house meaning the officers informed her of all that had happened. The officers tried to be gentle in explaining but their sugar coating could not hide the bluntness of suicide.
Having Portia come home with Prudence and Phillipa was hard enough but telling them that father was gone was even harder. The weeks that followed were miserable and heartbreaking. Penelope was not close with her father, but she still loved him and missed him. The what ifs and the if only’s made the years that went by so much harder.
It was that very instant that made Penelope throw herself into counselling when she was in university for a writing course. While she was there and while she sought help, she realised that she wanted to help people for a living. She wanted to give people the same freedom that came with releasing one's trauma and anguish that she had when her therapist showed her how to manage her pain.
“Penelope, I’m so sorry.” Colin said.
“Not facing the monsters only makes it worse, Colin.” Penelope said gently, “Trust me when I say that your past can be your worst nightmare, and your future can be your biggest regret.”
The look on his face meant that she had gotten through…at least a little.
Placing her clipboard and spectacles to the side, she scooted forward so she could be closer to him.
“Trusting does not always mean a broken heart.” Penelope left the room to be silent as she let him process that for a moment. “Moving on doesn’t mean forgetting.”
As if a twitch had been flicked, Colin stood up again. Pen feared he might leave, but he didn’t, he only began pacing her office. Many of her past clients had done the same if they needed a moment or if they were having trouble focusing.
“I don’t want to move on.” Colin leaned against the wall behind him, eyes to the ceiling focusing on the skylight giving him a perfect view of the rare sunny London sky. “I don’t want to.”
Penelope stood also.
“I can’t force you to move on, nor can I make you want to. ” Pen said gently, “But, I want you to give me a picture of the Colin Bridgerton you want to be in the next three years and tell me if that looks like this. Does it look like this Colin? The Colin standing in front of me today?”
She could see the battle in his eyes before he closed them. It was a hard question, one that hurt and one that awakened many thoughts and possibilities some didn’t want to work on. Right before she was about to take another step towards him, his eyes opened and he looked down at her, eyes challenging.
“I need to go.” Colin said, pushing himself off the wall.
She felt like a horrible human being for thinking just how sexy his arm muscles looked restrained in that tight knit shirt. Or how turned on she was when he licked his lips and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Of course.” Penelope nodded and backed away. “I hope that this session was enlightening and even…”
Should she say it?
“I hope to see you back.”
Her cheeks heated slightly but she extended her hand again to shake like she did every time, but instead of shaking it, Colin brought her hand up to his lips and brushed a soft kiss–hands down the most sensually charged thing she had ever felt in years. Her cheeks were sure to be the same colour as her hair.
“Bye Dr Featherington.” There was no promise of another session which made her sad, not just because she wanted to see him again, but because she really wanted to help him. He was in need of help and care, but the ball was in his court as to whether he was going to go through with it. Though coming here today was the first step and he did it well.
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Bzzzzz bzzzzzz bzzzzzz!
El: How did it go?
El: You did go right?
El: Tell me you went or I swear I am stealing your turkey!!!
Colin groaned when he saw her texts this late at night but decided he would respond before she actually made good on her threat to eat his meat! Not his meat.
Col: Yeah I went.
El: …And?
Col: There is a thing called dr and patient confidentiality ya know?
Col: I think…
El: ughhhh fine. Did you at least stay for the whole thing or did you flake out?
Damn her for asking hard questions.
Col: I was there.
The next thing he knew was the bzzzzz of his phone going off in his hand. The name Eloise 🫣 came up in his phone. Tempted to ignore, he fought against it and clicked accept.
“Hello?”
“ Colin Bridgerton! What the fuck?!” Eloise screeched down the line. He had to physically remove the phone from his ear so he was not deafened by the sound–and it wasn’t even on speaker mode!
“Hello to you as well. How was work? Was that sexy Phil guy at work today?” Colin tried to distract her but it failed. “Daph says he’s got the hots for you.”
“Work was fine and yes he was–but we are not talking about me we are talking about you. Colin, how could you flake?”
“I didn’t flake, I just didn’t stay for the whole duration of time–”
“Same thing.” Eloise groaned, “ You know that I am not trying to crush you right? If anything I want to see you better, that is why I wanted to give you this session so you can heal–”
“I don’t need healing .” Colin huffed.
There was a pause.
“ It is for that very reason that you do. ” Eloise said, kindly and sadly. “ Please, just give it another go and allow yourself to let your walls down. She is incredible and can really help you. It takes time and discipline but…Colin it is so worth it.”
The desperation in her voice was evident.
“El, are you okay?” Big brother moment came into play. He hated to hear pain in anyone but especially not his family.
“ I’m fine, but I just want you to be as well. ” El sniffed.
Not the tears.
“Eloise, please don’t cry–fine, I’ll go back. But after that I am not going again.” Colin conceded and groaned, if only to make his sister stop crying. He heard El’s happy squeal and again pulled the phone away from his ear to keep from hearing it.
A few minutes after the siblings had exchanged details about their day and Colin finally got informed as to who sexy Phillip was, they said their goodbyes. Colin started cooking his dinner, cooking usually helped him calm down, but as he started, his phone was buzzing again.
Bzzzzzz Bzzzzzzz Bzzzzzzzz.
Colin was getting another call. This time it was not Eloise, it was Marina. Rolling his eyes again, he huffed and declined the call. He had nothing to say to her. Nothing at all. Seconds later he got another call, again from Marina.
Instead of declining, he simply placed it down and continued cooking. He could see his phone screen light up when the calls came through and then ding with a missed call notification. Five rings later he gave up stirring the pasta and picked up the phone without looking at the contact and answered.
“Marina, I have nothing to say to you so stop calling.” Colin hissed down the line before hanging up.
She didn’t try calling again after that. After a peaceful hour of dinner and wine, Colin’s phone buzzed again making him want to tear his hair out, thinking it was Marina. Reaching for his phone he saw it was El and answered, his mouth full.
“Yeah?” He answered.
“Lovely.” El replied sarcastically. “ I forgot to give you Pen’s number to schedule your future sessions.”
“Pen?”
“ Penelope. She said her friends call her Pen and she and I are besties now.” He could just hear the smugness in her voice.
Pen . Such a cute nickname. It reminds him of her cute little hands twirling that yellow pen she was writing down notes with. It could also be a shortening of her name, but he likes how it had to do with her scribbles too.
“Okay.” Colin said, fighting the urge to call her Pen just to tease El.
“ I’ll send it through now. I also booked you in for tomorrow, at the same time so be nice and be on time too. I’ll bring over some turkey later if you are good.!”
“Fine. Fine. I have to work till late so just use the spare key to get in.” Colin told her, “Okay, give the family my love and tell Greg to answer my texts.”
They both laughed and said their goodbyes. Moments later Colin received a text from El with the contact details of Penelope Featherington. He added her contact before shooting Penelope a quick text message. It was actually an accident when his thumb clicked the call, but he let it ring anyway. Instead of clicking end call, he just let it ring out.
“ This is Penelope. Sorry I couldn’t get to your call right now but if you leave your name and number I will get back to you shortly . Bye!” beeeppp
“Uh, Hi this is Colin Bridgerton–your patient. I hope I’m not too forward but…Eloise gave me your number and I wanted to call and apologise for the way I acted today.” Colin was stuttering and realised he should just end the call, “Well, anyways I will see you tomorrow for our next session–bye.”
That was smooth Colin. Very smooth.
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Again he woke with a pounding headache and just as nervous for his session, but at least he knew what to expect. His sexy therapist was not going easy on him. The same routine; foot tapping impatiently while he waited in reception, Gen came through the door to escort him in, and he was met with the sight of Dr Featherinton looking like a queen.
Today she wore a cute, flowy white button up shirt tucked into another of her sexy pencil skirts. This one had an upside down V split in the pack to allow better space to cross her legs, but it had Colin thinking some dirty thoughts he knew he shouldn’t be thinking.
Penelope smiled sweetly at the sight of him and once again dismissed Gen.
“I must say that I am pleasantly surprised to see you here.” Pen took a seat, crossing her legs comfortably.
“I am just as shocked as you are, Doctor.” Colin shrugged.
“For this session I think it is best that we drop formalities and explore as you would with a friend.” Penelope smiled kindly.
The kind of exploring I want with you is not something friends do…friends with benefits perhaps.
Colin nodded as he fiddled with his fingers.
“You can call me Penelope or even Pen if you prefer–just not Penny, please .” They both laughed when she shuddered.
“Alright then, Pen.” Colin winked and was delighted to see her cheeks pink.
“Colin, why don’t you start by telling me what you did this weekend? Anywhere you would recommend? And foods I should try?” Penelope placed her clipboard to the side, along with her reading glasses which seemed to ease his nerves considerably.
Now it didn’t feel like he was being hyper analysed, he released a tight breath and unpacked his week. He recommended a new restaurant that he had gone to and the best food to have on the menu. Penelope listened intently and laughed often. Colin shared about his favourite places to run in the mornings and what kind of music he liked to listen to. By the time they stopped laughing for an uncountable amount of time, Colin realised that he had been chatting with her for half an hour.
“Time flies.” Colin said in shock looking down at his watch.
“That is good right? You felt comfortable sharing.” Penelope smiled, “A very good sign. Now would you feel comfortable sharing about your most recent break up with your fiance–with a friend of course and not a therapist.”
If it had been anyone else he would have been tempted to say yeah right but her words felt genuine and made him want to trust her. That was not something he was comfortable doing in a long time.
“Alright then.”
And so Colin dove into the long story of how he and Marina had met, when he asked her to be his girlfriend and then when he had asked her to marry him. He had blushed to mention the fact that he had remained celebit for their relationship but she did not say anything. He spoke of her wants and how they had grown apart quickly even without the other realising it, but it had happened nonetheless.
Seeing as it was one of the first times he was actually opening up about it, he felt tears prick his eyes when he spoke of Marina’s betrayal and the anguish he felt when the doctor told her she was pregnant. The anger when she accused him, the shock at her tone and then the sadness that came with the ending of a relationship no matter how bad.
“Colin, I am sorry that she hurt you. Having someone break something no one can see, can hurt more than a physical wound sometimes.” Penelope smiled sadly and he knew that she understood.
Another hour passed and their time was coming to an end. They didn’t speak of his father bar quoting Marina’s speech. Penelope shook his hand and told his that she hoped to see him back again but understood if he didn’t.
Three months later and Colin became a regular. Penelope looked forward to his visits even when they were hard. In all that time Colin still refused to bring up his father which she knew was going to have to end soon, but now was not the time. She and Colin were becoming close and Penelope felt a constant stir in the pit of her stomach whenever Gen mentioned his name--or even Eloise.
Earlier this morning he was seated on the couch pouring out his heart about the death of his father only to have the session end with screaming, kissing and doors slamming.
“He doesn’t have to be gone!” Colin shouted. “Stop talking about him like I will never see him again! I will! I have to!”
“Colin, holding onto fiction will only hurt you–”
“You know nothing! Stop treating me like you can fix the past!” Colin had tears streaming down his face.
“What?”
“You are such a hypocrite, Pen.” Colin was on his feet, towering over her, “You say that you have moved on, that you don’t let your past haunt you but you are just lying to yourself. You just want to fix your past. You are hoping by some miracle you can make up for the fact that your father did what he did and that it was your fault–”
SLAP! She had been called a hypocrite multiple times before, but it never affected her as much as it did now.
“How fucking dare you!” Penelope’s eyes were burning with hate not even caring that she had just slapped a patient in the face, “My fathers death wasn’t my fault! It wasn’t!” She sobbed angrily, as if she was trying to convince herself more than him, “I have dealt with my past and actually faced my demons, Colin. Facing my past looked like accepting he isn’t coming back and that I will never know all the answers. It doesn’t have to look like forgetting, or pretending he never existed–that is not healing!”
Pen had tears streaming down her cheeks that were flushed with anger and hurt.
“And to even insinuate that I would do something so unprofessional as thrusting my past on you is vile and untoward! I am good at my job and have never been so forward as to neglect my patient’s needs to tend to myselff. The only unprofessional thing I’ve done is picture you devouring me with that cruel tongue of yours!”
Her eyes went wide when she realised what she had said but the damage was done.
“Colin…Mr Bridgerton I…I didn’t–”
His lips were on hers in seconds. Fire was in his touch and anger was his motivation. That didn’t mean it was any less sexy when his tongue licked the seam of her lips and his hands trailed on her ass and buried in her hair. It was wrong. So very wrong but it felt so very right.
The way his hot lips chased hers, or the way she had to stand on her tippy toes to deepen the kiss. Penelope could count on one hand the amount of times she had been kissed before–which was saddened her considering her age–and not one of her few kisses had ever stolen her breath the way this one had.
As quickly as the kiss had started, it ended. Both of them panting and staring at one another. There was a second of silence before Colin pulled away and left the room in a huff. Penelope sat in her office for an hour regretting every choice she had made that day.
Now Colin was eating his chinese food and watching some trash telly, hoping to get the tingling feeling of Penelope off his lips. It was a perfect kiss but it had ended too soon. He wanted to go further, do more–was he seriously the same Colin who was engaged to Marina? The same Colin who refused to so much as think about her in the nude?
Here he was, a total pervert, thinking about pulling down those insulting shirts and sucking those perfect nipples in his mouth until she shouted his name loud enough for the whole building to hear. Oh she would make the most incredible moaning noises, he was sure. So sexy and sensual.
Fuck, and he had blown it when he was such an ass.
Without even realising it, Colin had grabbed his phone and dialled Penelope. Each ring was torture. Right as he was about to hang up, he got patched through.
“Hello Penelope speaking.” Her voice! Her cute and sweet voice.
“H-hi, this is Colin. Colin Bridgerton, the dick who walked out on our therapy session.” Colin chuckled nervously. Over the other end he could hear what he thought to be bar music, “Penelope I just wanted to say that I’m so sorr–”
“ Oh, hi babe! ” She called out.
“Is this a bad time, I can call back later–” He felt so bad for interrupting but couldn’t finish his apology as her panicked voice filled his ears. .
“No need to worry, I am just at White’s bar.” There was a slight pause and waver in her voice.
“Penelope, are you…” Colin grew concerned, “Pen–”
“Babe, stop being a worry wart, I am just at the White’s with my friends.” She had brought up her location twice and she was clearly asking him for help.
His blood went cold. Springing from his sofa he got his jacket and his keys and hat.
“Keep me on for as long as you can, I’ll be there in ten minutes. Can you make it to the bathroom until then?”
There was a moment of silence but he could still hear the music.
“Colin, my phone is going to die, please hur–” The line went dead and Colin flew into action.
It was the longest drive of his life even though he made it to White’s in half the time. It took him seconds to park and make it through the door. He had been to White’s many times before but hated it because it was always so busy and way crowded. On the weekends it was practically a brothel and strip club–unofficially–but all the creepers came out on Friday’s to jack off at the show.
What would an innocent therapist be doing here on a Friday?
Colin wasted no time in searching for her. She was shorter so it was harder to find, but her red hair was a magnet. Colin’s eyes widened when he saw her. She was in a blood red cocktail dress with the cutest puffed sleeves and ruby red lipstick to match that also complimented her dark eyeshadow. She looked like sin and he was indeed a sinner.
What made his skin crawl was the way some creep was cornering her and trying to come at her. Instinct kicked in and Colin pinned on a smile and tried to look like he belonged. Stealing two drinks from some waiters nearby he approached her.
“Baby, there you are. I was just getting us some drinks.” Colin leaned down and placed a kiss on her cheek, delighted to note that her skin was petal soft.
Penelope turned to him and visibly relaxed. “Oh, my favourite.”
She smiled and took a drink. He noted that her hands were shaking and took pleasure in knowing that it was time to deal with this jackass.
“You are?” Colin sneered at the bloke piss drunk.
“Here for a good time.” He slurred, “Maybe this whore of yours could show me–offftt”
Colin landed a nose breaking punch the man that had him on the floor unconscious in seconds. Penelope gasped and clung to him. Looking around he saw that they were not seen and took her hand and led her out the front door.
Mere seconds and they were in his car on the road. Colin did not know where it was driving, but he knew that it had to be away from that bar. The sound of her harsh breaths made him pull over on the side of the road after about three minutes of driving.
“Penelope, are you alright?”
“I…I am s-sorry.” Her breathing was unnaturally fast.
If he had not been witness to one of his sister's having a panic attack then he would not have known what this was or how to deal with it. First off he took her seatbelt and got out of the car to open her door. Taking her hands he gently turned her so her legs were on the grass.
“Penelope, look at me.” Colin said gently.
“I c-c-can’t b-breathe.” She was gasping for air and tears were streaming down her eyes.
“Look at me. You are okay.” Colin started to recite all that he heard Eloise recite to Hyacinth when she had one of her episodes. “Tell me what you can hear?”
Penelope’s eyes were blown wide and she was still gasping.
“I c-can’t. I-I can’t–”
“You’re okay. I’m here. Focus on what is real.” Colin stroked her hands gently, “What can you see?”
She sobbed, “Y-y-you.”
“Good. very good.” he smiled proudly, “Now what can you hear? Listen.”
Penelope tried to slow her breathing but everytime she tried she felt like she wouldn’t be able to get that last suck of air that she needed. Colin felt the shiver of her hands in his.
“What is something you can hear, Pen?” Colin quizzed, rubbing his thumbs over her palms, trying to calm her.
Penelope tried to still her quivering lip and strain her ears to hear.
“I can’t b-breathe.” She sobbed.
“You’re okay. I have you.” He placed one hand on her knee and traced the pad of his thumb over the fabric, “Can you feel that? Can you feel the way your dress touches your skin?”
She shook her head and took more gasping breaths. She was in full panic mode.
Colin took her shaking hand and placed it on his heart, over the softness of his button up. Taking a deep breath he tried to get her to mirror him. She was still shaking but followed as best she could.
“You’re doing so well, Penelope.” Colin praised with a smile, “Now can you feel that? Can you feel the rise and fall of my chest?”
Her bright eyes followed the path of her hand and noticed it was on him. She nodded, tears still streaming down her cheeks.
“Good. Now can you feel the rise and fall of your chest?” Colin took her other hand and placed it on her chest right where her heart would be. “Feel that? Take a deep breath.”
Her breathing was slowing down and Colin was relieved. But he sensed she was going to need some more. Touch seemed to be encouraging her that still feeling things and that she was still coherent. Colin took the hand on his chest and trailed it up to cup his cheek, that way she could feel his scruff. The ticklish bite in her palm and the way it felt on her skin.
“You can feel that?” Colin was trying as best he could.
“Y-yes.” She breathed.
“Good, you’re doing excellent. Now can you tell me what you can smell?”
Penelope closed her eyes and breathed through her nose, still shaking more than he’d like, but she was considerably better than before.
“Y-your c-cologne.” She whispered.
“Yeah? Does it smell alright? Not too stinky?” He joked and was pleased to hear her breathe shaky breaths of laughter and shake her head no, “Good, now can you tell me what else you feel? The grass between your toes? The wind on your skin?”
“Y-you. I f-feel you.” She shuddered. “Y-your hands on my knee. The w-way y-your thumb s-strokes my palm.”
Colin smiled happily.
“Very good.” He brought her hands to his lips and placed gentle kisses on them.
“I f-feel warm.”
“Your cheeks are pink. So pretty.” Colin whispered into her palms. “Anything else?”
“I can b-breathe again.” Penelope sighed with a shuddered breath.
They just stayed like that for a moment. Penelope taking deep breaths, while Colin placed gentle kisses on her palm and the insides of her wrists–just to make sure that she could still feel of course–not at all to do with how delightful her skin smelt, or how perfectly soft it was under his lips, or how badly he wanted to lay her back and hear her gasp for another reason entirely, all to do with his wicked tongue..
“I’m sorry.” Penelope finally spoke.
“Don’t ever–I mean never ,Penelope Featherington, ever apologise for having an attack. They can’t be controlled.” Colin’s eyes were hard. “I am sorry that happened to you. You don’t deserve that.”
She shook her head.
“You don’t e-even know me.” She whispered. “How do you know w-what I deserve?”
“I beg to differ.” he retorted smirking, using her own words against her.
She scoffed humorously.
“Shall I take you home?” Colin asked. “I would feel more comfortable escorting you.”
Pen’s eyes widened.
“I promise a gentleman’s honour, Penelope. I swear not to seduce you,” Colin smirked and winked, which turned her whole face and chest beetroot red. How badly he wanted to see how far down that blush went. “I only want to make sure you get home alright.” Colin eased her concerns, serious now.
She took a few more deep breaths and nodded.
“Alright then.”
Putting the address in her phone she told him where to go. Colin was too consumed by constantly checking in on her to notice that he was following the same pattern he drove to get home. It was almost the exact same route.
The silence in the car was training and the tension was thick but neither of them said anything. The only time they spoke was when Penelope gave him directions and he would respond with ‘ cool or no problem ’ and that was about as far as conversation went.
It wasn’t until she said to make a right and pull over that he noticed where they were.
“How do you know where I live?” Colin was shocked but nowhere near as shocked as Penleope.
“What are you talking about?”
“This is my family’s house.” Colin pointed to the right, across the street.
“This is my family’s house.” Penelope pointed to the left where they were parked–directly across from his family’s home.
Fate had a funny sense of humour.
“Fuck me.” Colin whistled low, shaking his head in humorous disbelief..
“ Please .” Penelope responded with a needy moan.
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Her and her stupid mouth! If only she would learn to keep it closed then perhaps this horrid silence would be over. Sexy Bridgerton was staring at her with his mouth wide open while she felt her skin heat in mortification.
“I…I meant to say th-thank you for the lift.” Before he could say anything else she opened the car door and rushed up the stairs to get to her front door.
By the time she got through the door and locked it behind her, she was thoroughly humiliated by her own behaviour. Tomorrow was a new day and she could just pretend that she had not just asked one of her patients to fuck her hours after she had told him that she wanted him to devour her–which she still wanted but that wasn’t the point!
If she wasn’t her own boss then she would have been fired for sure! She could still be fined and even reported for this! Ughhhhh.
Pen threw herself on her bed and was once again grateful that her family was away in York for the month so she didn’t have to answer all their pesky questions. They all questioned why she was single and what she was doing with her life and her response was always the same–I enjoy my work and I am waiting for the right man to come along and sweep me off my feet.
Boy did she want Colin to sweep her off her feet. And do other things too–ughhh stop! This is very unprofessional!
The next day came around and Penelope cringed every time she thought of Colin. When she went into work, she was grateful that Saturday’s were paperwork days and not people's days. Sunday and Monday were her days off which she looked forward to heartily.
Gen was in with her morning coffee and gossip from her Friday which Penelope always blushed to hear about. Gen didn’t really have a filter when it came to pillowtalk and her…explicit nights and one night stands. If anything she almost tried to make Penelope uncomfortable because she was so innocent to that type of thing.
“How was White’s?” Gen wiggled her eyebrows.
“When you told me to get out there and get drunk, you didn’t tell me that everyone was trying to get laid.” Penelope huffed. “Lots of creeps and not enough gentlemen.”
“Just because someone wants that delicious body of yours, Pen, doesn’t make them a creep.”
Penelope thought her body was anything but delicious. She was heavier than most with big breasts and a round ass, but nowhere did she think that was as sexy as Gen made her sound.
“This guy was creepy, Viv. If Colin hadn’t have punched his–”
“Hold your horses,” Gen looked intrigued, “Who is Colin?”
Pen blushed, “My client.”
Gen’s mouth dropped to the floor, “ Tall, stunning, green eyes, sexy Colin?!”
Could this day be over!
“Yes.”
“Tell me you got it on with sexy Colin . Oh I bet he had the biggest dic–”
“Viv!” Wait until she hears what I did! Ugh! “That is highly inappropriate considering he is my client .”
“That wasn’t a no.” Gen giggled, “Do you want to?
The sound of the front room bell dinged and both girls looked at eachother.
“This conversation isn't over. I expect an answer when I get back.” Gen whispered before leaving the room to attend to a customer.
It was a regular occurrence for there to be walk in’s asking for appointments on a Saturday but Genevieve just smiled and gave them their open hours. It was for that very reason that they had reception open until 12PM on Saturdays.
She was thankful for the time to cool off and just breathe, especially after that conversation. Minutes later, while Pen was nose deep in paperwork there was a knock on her door. Without looking up she called out for Gen to come in.
“Before you say anything, Viv, no I did not sleep with him, nor am I going to.” Penelope placed her spectacles down but still did not look up. “And I didn’t stick around to find out the exact measurements of his co–COLIN!”
When she finally stopped talking to look up she nearly choked on air. Instead of finding a smirking and gossip-fueled secretary/receptionist she thought she was going to find, she saw the one person who had been the soul cause of her sensual dream last night and the reason she had gone to get drunk last night.
“I can give you exact measurements if that is what is required to make it into bed with you,” Colin smirked, leaning his shoulder smoothly on the frame of the door, looking every bit the piece of juicy meat that he was wrapped in a white button up shirt straining due to his huge arms. “Though I am sure I shall have to duel a horde of men willing to challenge me for the honour.”
“Mr Bridgerton–”
“Imagine my shock when I heard the goddess of a woman I drove home last night proclaim that she wished for me to fuck her,” Colin pushed off of the wall and closed the door behind him and strode with such a powerful confidence, “ only to have her leave me seconds later and ignore my attempts at coming in and reject my phonecalls.”
Those knocks had been him.
Penelope was too ashamed to answer the knocks at the door last night, so she just let whoever it was pound on the door until they gave up and went home.
“I thought that perhaps it had to do with my hellish behaviour towards her that afternoon,” He sobered slightly, “Which would have been a valid reason indeed considering how cruel and wrong I was. My therapist was very right and I was too stubborn to admit that just because I move on with life doesn’t mean I love my father any less.”
Penelope knew that he was apologising but she was too out of breath to say anything.
“I need to apologise to her for how I spoke.” Colin stalked closer, begging in his eyes, “Because I really am very sorry for what I said. She is incredible at her job and no one could ever top her spirit and drive to help people.”
His words were so kind and genuine.
“Could you pass on my apology? I really am very sorry.” He sounded it.
“I think she will forgive you.” Pen responded breathlessly.
That dashing smile filled his features. A look of happiness was replaced with a devilish smirk and it had her weak in the knees.
“Back to my shock.” Colin took another step towards her, “I have some theories about why this goddess left me. Maybe she truly does want me to fuck her and it wasn’t that she misspoke–perhaps she wants me to bend her over this desk and bury my dick in her pussy and make her cum.”
Penelope gasped.
“Or maybe she wants me to devour her with my wicked, nasty tongue as forgiveness for my cruel words?” Colin was coming closer and she was panting, and blushing hard.
Fuck thats hot!
“Does she want to ride me, using me for her pleasure, seeking that delicious peak until she is screaming my name and my name alone.” Colin was in front of her now with his arms caging her to her chair. From here she was reminded of that divine smelling cologne he had been wearing the night before.
Green eyes held mischief and promise. His lips hovered right over her ear.
“If she wants it, why won’t she indulge in it? Has she tasted the fruits of sin? The honey of wickedness?” Colin’s teeth nipped her ear and she gasped, causing him to moan, “Oh, Penelope, won’t you be naughty with me?”
The next thing Pen knew was the electric feeling of Colin’s big hand cupping her breast over the silky fabric of her blouse. Of course today had been the day she used boob-tape instead of a bra–it was Saturday which meant zero clients to see anyway. Never had she been so grateful that she had neglected her bra then when Colin squeezed her bosom, brushing the soft fabric over her sensitive nipples.
“ Oh.” Penelope moaned and arched into his touch.
The heat of his breath caressing her neck did something to her. Right as she was ready to moan again with pleasure, she felt him pinch her nipple sending a shot of pleasure to her core making her yelp.
“I think I require an answer, Pen.” Colin whispered, licking the shell of her ear.
“Oh, Colin–yes.” She panted and his big hand tried to fit as much of her breast in his grip as possible.
“Yes, what?” Colin drew back to his full height.
Pen whined at the loss of contact.
“Yes, I want to be wicked for you–ah!”
Colin grabbed her arms and threw her into his embrace, pushed her against the closest wall and spread her legs to put his knee in between so he could apply pressure to her most needy area, which had her whimpering. This man knew what he was doing, knew what he wanted and how to get it.
“That mouth.” Colin growled and dove for her lips.
They both moaned at the contact. Fire was blazing, sparks were flying and the heat was turning up, especially when Colin tore off her silky smooth, white blouse sending buttons flying across her office floor. The action caused Pen to gasp, giving Colin the best opportunity to plunge his tongue in and taste her.
Colin foddled with her breasts and removed the boobtape with ease so he could tweak and play with her nipples. His next target was kissing down her neck while applying steady pressure to her womanhood with his thigh. Jolts of pleasure shot through her every stroke, until she was grinding against him, trying to go that extra mile to find relief.
Penelope threw her head back to give him better access.
“That feels so g-good.” Penelope moaned.
“You are unlike anyone I have ever met, Penelope.” Colin said in between sucks and licks of her creamy neck. Her skin was a delightful dessert and he couldn’t get enough, “Devine, mouthwateringly perfect it is an honour just to be in your presents.”
Colin laved his tongue over her pulsepoint causing her to arch and grind down harder. The bastard smirked knowing full well what he was doing. He craned his head lower until he reached one of the spots he was dying to try.
“You and these damn perfect tits are always covered by those pretty shirts. Left too much up to the imagination,” Colin kissed the pert nipple and enjoyed hearing her hiss in a breath, “I plan on showing these sculpted treasures just how stunning they are.”
The fist lick was painfully shocking down her spine, settling in her core. But when he sucked it into his mouth, she began grinding down on his thigh like her life depended on it. It was so scandalous but fuck did it feel good.
When Colin had shared with her that he did not want to sleep with his fiance until marriage she had been impressed with his self control, but she knew pretty early on–which he would come to realise later on–that he was not attracted to Marina in that way. He was acting the gentleman because he really didn’t want that. So now that he was sucking on her breasts like a baby dying of thirst, she was almost convinced this wasn’t the same man.
“C-Colin–ughh.” She moaned, pulling his chestnut hair slightly.
He moaned into her breast. As Penelope worked on ridding him of his shirt. Fuck his muscles were fantastic. He smirked when her breath caught at the sight of him. Her fingertips traced his bare chest as he worked on coaxing moans from her lips.
“As much as I could drown in your breast, I want to know something.”
Colin got on his knees in front of her and slowly started kissing down her stomach, placing love bites every now and then–and before Pen knew it, her pencil skirt was gone, but she couldn’t remember how that had happened. Now she was in her black heels and red knickers. For some reason her knickers seemed to make Colin’s eyes unrecognisably black.
“Wh-what about you? What about your pleasure?” Penelope knew that most guys wanted her to return the favour before they continued, but her request made Colin look almost mad.
“This is pleasing to me, Pen. You are intoxicating.” Colin said as he took her freshly shaved leg and lifted it over his shoulder–heels long gone, placing tiny pecks on the soft skin.
It was almost ticklish and actually felt like the most intimate thing they had done–even more than her humping his leg. He took his time licking softly and kissing gently up her thigh, getting closer and closer to the destination she wanted him.
Like lighting, she felt Colin trace the pad of his thumb over her wet centre. Her hips jerked her hips forwards and she moaned.
“I know, my darling, but I will make it better.” Colin whispered into her thigh before nipping the skin just where thigh met hip.
“C-Colin.” She whimpered with need, eyes begging.
“I know, baby. I’ll make you feel so much better when this is over.”
It was a promise. One he was going to keep. In mere seconds Colin ripped her knickers to shreds so her wet womanhood was met with the chill of the office breeze.
Right as she was about to beg again, Penelope was granted sweet relief when the warmth of his tongue gently licked the seam of her slit.
“Ughhh, ohhh–please.” Penelope moaned which encouraged Colin to keep going.
Colin parted her pussy lips and swirled his tongue around her clit causing her to buck her hip forward. Scorching heat of growing pleasure was making its way down her spine, to her throbbing pussy. She hadn’t had sex in years and her dry spell had been hitting her hard. Not anymore–hell if she never had sex again after this, at least she would be able to remember how this hot ass bastard made her feel like she was royalty.
“You’re gonna cum on my tongue, Pen.” Colin told her. It was not a question.
“I can’t cum.” Penelope panted.
“Why not.” Colin pulled away from her, eyes concerned.
No one. Not a single one of her sexapades had made her come even close to causing her to reach her peak–they were all selfish pricks and that was when she decided to take a long break from hook ups and dating. Now Colin wanted her to cum while she rode his face, in her office !
“I’ve never cum before and I just don’t think I can.” She looked so volnerable that Colin leaned up and gave her a gentle but loving kiss on the lips and she could actually taste herself–a tangy but not yucky taste.
“You just haven’t met a man who knows how to pleasure a woman.” Colin whispered against her lips. He began his trail down again, “I’ll make you a deal. If I can make you cum on my tongue, then I get to take you on a date.”
Penelope gasped.
“But if I can’t then you can take me on a date.” Colin winked at her as he slung her leg over his shoulder again giving him the perfect view of her pussy, “Deal?” His eyes were feral and hungry.
“Deal.” Penelope said, tracing the veins on his arms–she had a thing for it actually.
Colin winked at her before diving into her cunt and lapping ruthlessly at it. Pen had thought perhaps he would go gentle and stroke like he had been earlier but she was so very wrong and this felt so very right that she was moaning loudly and panting like the air was being sucked from the room. His tongue was warm and he knew exactly where to go.
All that could be heard was the slurping sounds he made and the groans and moans of Penelope along with the occasional hums of approval from the man himself. When he sucked her clit into his mouth she thought she would die of pleasure. The little bundle of nerves had her thighs shaking and her hand tugging on his hair.
“Fuck C-Colinnn!” Penelope was gasping, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
Colin gripped her ass and drew her closer which caused her to yelp helplessly.
“There! Oh baby–right there–ughhhnnnn!”
She was sobbing with pleasure. No one had ever made her feel like she was about to taste the elixir of life. Colin grazed his teeth over her clit and that is what sent Penelope over the edge. Colin helped her ride out her orgasm all while lapping up every drop of her cum until there was nothing left.
By the time Penelope stopped shuddering she looked down to see Colin smiling like a cat got the cream.
“I’ll text you the details of our first date, darling.”
“Shut up and fuck me.” Penelope said, still panting from her orgasm.
“Gladly.”
Next thing Pen knew she was being placed on the couch with the nude Colin on top of her–and damn was he huge. He caught her staring and laughed.
“Did I pass the measurement test?” Colin joked.
“Barely.” She decided to tease.
A low growl could be heard, “We will see how well you are laughing with my dick pounding into you until you scream my name.” Colin jerked his whole length in her. They both gasped at the sensation.
It only took a moment for Pen to adjust to his enormous size before she felt the first thrill of Colin pulling away and then sheathing himself back in her centre.
“Oh, Penelope you feel so tight and warm fro me.” Colin moaned in her ear, kissing down her neck.
“C-Colin.” She whispered a moan.
“Let me hear you, darling. Let the whole building hear who is fucking you so good.”
That shot a thrill right up her spine.
Just like that, COlin picked up his speed and Penleope caught on quick until they were both thrusting into each other, moaning, groaning, curse and gasping, thrilled with the sensation they were bringing each other. Heat lapped up in them. A buzz of energy from them as they found their rhythm.
Penelope was mesmerised by the feel of his back muscles rippling with each thrust. The pleasure was rising again and Penelope grazed her nails down his back with just enough pressure to feel but not to leave a mark. Colin growled and sped up.
“Fuck Colin!” Penelope gasped, “Oh, baby, faster pleaseee! Oh yes! Yes! YES!”
“Say my name, Pen.” Colin sucked her nipple into his mouth, “Who is gonna make you cum?”
“Colin!” She gasped his name.
“Who makes you feel good?”
“Ughhh you do!” She was gasping for air like a madwoman but she loved every fucking minute of it.
“You’re mine, Penelope. This perfect body, this perfect cunt is mine to fuck.”
Colin slung her foot over his shoulder and doubled his efforts to bring her to the edge when he felt her pussy walls squeeze him from his possessive words. He smirked. One of her favourite looks.
“You like that huh? Knowing that you're mine?”
His hips slapped into hers hard but she didn’t care. The fire in her throbbing pussy was too much and she needed to cum so bad but she just couldn’t get there yet.
“Colin, please faster!”
“Tell me you’re mine.” Colin drew his thrusts deliberately slower so she could feel every vein and nerve ending as his thick cock brushed against her clit, “Who. Do. You. Belong. To?”
“Y-you.” She gasped, baby hairs slick to her forehead from the perspiration.
That is when he snapped. Like a wild beast out of his cage, Colin tripled his speed until he was pounding into her so hard that the slapping of skin was all you could hear over the shouts of ecstasy.
“Fuck! Colin oh deeper! Harder babyyyyyyy–UghHHH–Colin!”
“Say it again, just like that–ugh Penelope you are so tight, ughhnn.” Colin was close too but he needed her to cum first.
“C-C-Colin!!! UGH–There! Don’t stop–don’t stopppp! Don’t you dare fucking stop–Colin, Colin–COLIN UGHHH!”
Her walls clenched around him and her body arched as she came around his cock. His thrusts stuttered as he was so close. Right as he was about to pull out and cum on her, she gripped his shoulders tight and wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him from her.
That’s what brought him over the edge as he cried her name.
Once he spent himself inside her, he collapsed in a heap.
They stayed like that, both breathing heavily in each other's embrace, Pen tracing his back muscled with her fingertips and Colin caressing her hips. Both lay in comfortable silence. That was until Colin kissed her breast closest to him and leaned to look down at her.
“Fuck it all would you marry me?”
“WHAT?!”