Wouldn't You Like to Know?

Twenty-two:

Twenty-two:

Penelope shouldn't have been standing outside Colin's hotel room. She especially shouldn't have been standing outside Colin Bridgerton's room with an overnight bag, wearing a trench coat, and completely naked underneath.

She shouldn't have even known where Colin's hotel room was, but the address had been on the paper work she'd been sent for the film. She was still furious at him. Portia had called her and asked if she was, in fact, writing "filth", and she had managed to pull off the convincing lie Colin had given to the press. No, she was not Lulu Rochester.

She was still the assistant.

And she found herself wondering why she was so eager to hide. There were other authors that wrote smut under their given name. Penelope had always thought that she wasn't special enough to be paid attention to. She had a hard time having faith in herself. Perhaps because she spent so much time with the Bridgerton's, she was used to the idea that no one would think her interesting away from them.

Maybe one day she would let the world know that she was Lulu.

But, at that moment, all Penelope wanted was to do something stupid and incredibly bad for her. Which meant, of course, Colin Bridgerton.

She raised her hand to knock on the door.

Colin opened it. "Pen?" he stared at her, wide-eyed. "What are you doing here? I thought I was never going to see you again."

"I shouldn't be here," she said, "I really shouldn't. After everything, I don't think that you deserve a second chance."

Colin ran a hand through his hair. "I know. I know.....but why are you here, then?"

She smiled. "Well, you're not looking at Penelope Featherington right now. If anyone asks, Penelope Featherington is at home, doing her job and helping her boss. Answering fan mail or something."

He raised an eyebrow. "If you aren't Penelope Featherington right now, who are you today?"

She smirked. "Lulu Rochester."

He furrowed his brows together. "I'm confused."

"You said you wanted to do research for the book. To make it the best thing that we could. So, I'm here to do 'research' for the book." Penelope slowly undid her trench coat, and opened it just a little, to reveal that she was naked underneath.

Colin's eyes widened as he stared at her. "Fuck!"

She smiled. "We're not in a relationship. In fact, I kind of hate you right now. But I am horny, your hot, and I'm fairly certain we've gotten a lot better at this than we were in high school."

He raised an eyebrow. "Have you been with a lot of people since high school?"

Penelope shook her head. "You're not following the rules." She wrapped her trench coat and started to tie it around her waist again.

Colin reached out and grabbed her hand to stop her. "No. No, I'm sorry. You're right. I'm...just so excited about finally meeting you, Lulu Rochester. The famous, sexy, Lulu Rochester."

Penelope smirked. She liked hearing Colin Bridgerton call her sexy, even if it was only her alter ego. "What do you want to do to me, Mr. Bridgerton?"

Colin smiled widely. "Absolutely fucking everything. Come here." He pulled her into his hotel room, and he closed the door behind them, locking it behind them. He undid her coat and pulled it off, letting it fall to the ground.

Penelope dropped the overnight bag that she had brought on the floor. She had forgotten what it was like to have Colin Bridgerton look at her naked. He looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and he was the only one that had ever looked at her that way. But he was never able to say the words out loud. It didn't matter. None of that mattered. She wasn't Penelope Featherington in that moment. She was Lulu Rochester she was going to do all kinds of deliciously sexy things to the guy she'd been in love with since she was a teenager.

Only, he wasn't him. He was Colin Bridgerton, international movie star.

Colin walked over and picked her up bridal style, with ease, and he placed her on the bed. He pulled off his pants quickly, then his shirt. He had gotten even more muscled since the last time that she had seen him shirtless. Probably from doing those action movies a few years ago where he'd played a super hero she couldn't remember the name of.

Penelope let out a little gasp as Colin then took off his boxers and she stared at his cock.

Colin grinned.

"Did it get fucking bigger?" she asked.

He chuckled. "I don't know what you're talking about, Lulu. We've never done this before, remember?" he crawled onto the bed and he lifted her thighs and hitched them over his shoulders. Licking his lips, he put his head in between her legs. She let out a gasp as she felt his tongue in between her folds.

She grabbed hold of the head board with one hand, her whole body tensing around Colin, as he did wonderful things with his mouth to her. He pulled out for a moment and smiled. He put one finger inside of her and stroked. Penelope shivered at his touch, and a cry came from her. She could feel herself getting wet with each motion of his finger. "Colin, please," she whimpered, "please, I need you."

He smirked. "Are you sure?"

Penelope nodded. "I'm sure."

Colin adjusted her again. He gripped the head board to steady himself, and then his cock was inside of her, filling her up. He rocked into her, filling her up. And Penelope knew she was in trouble. Because Colin did that thing he was so good at doing. He made her feel everything. Something she hadn't let herself do in a long time. And that was dangerous. Because Penelope, who had been addicted to Colin's touch before, had let him do anything. But she wasn't Penelope Featherington, was she? No. It was Lulu Rochester enjoying Colin Bridgerton. And Lulu Rochester could handle anyone, especially Colin Bridgerton.