Finding you in New York.

8.

International ABCDEFGH + K & P & S

Eloise: Can we add Pen now?

Kate: I'd say so.

Francesca: YES.

Eloise added Penelope Featherington to the chat.

Anthony: Has anyone seen the love birds this morning?

Gregory: No. Didn't have too. They woke me up just fine.

Daphne: Banging headboards too loud for you?

Eloise: OMG EW. That's our brother.

Daphne: Oh El grow up. Your siblings have sex.

Hyacinth: A lot.

Anthony: I need to bleach my eyes. Burn my phone and then jump off a cliff.

Kate: Oh honey sex is a perfectly healthy way to express love.

Eloise: I'm dead.

Eloise: That's the only way this conversation is happening.

Eloise: Btw where's Col?

Penelope woke up in Benedict's arms. A place she had begun to treasure. She could hear him stirring in his sleep as she traced little circles upon his chest. This man had changed her whole outlook on love, life and her future. New York was her heart for so long, she loved that place, but this man? God, she didn't care where she ended up, as long as it was with him.

"What are you thinking about?" he whispered running his fingers through her hair.

She let out a little groan as whenever he touched her like this, as her skin broke out into ferocious goosebumps. "Nothing at all, I'm just really happy," she said nuzzling back into his chest. He grinned and tilted her head up to him, "How happy?"

"Would you like me to show you?" she asked teasingly using her finger to run down the middle of his chest, then down his abs, and then along the waistband of his boxers. When she looked up at him, he was nodding like the cat who got the cream.

She pushed herself up and threw a leg over him, so she that was straddling his hips. She leaned down to brush her lips upon his just teasingly, she heard him growl a little as he tried to deepen the kiss. "Teasing me isn't nice Penelope Featherington," he whispered. Penelope bit her bottom lip as she saw his eyes darken. "Well it's a good thing I plan on ravishing you right here Mr Bridgerton."

He swallowed loudly and shook his head in disbelief.

God this woman was the sexiest woman he'd ever fucking known.

She shimmed down his front and slowly pulled down his boxers. He lifted himself up ever so slightly, so it made this easier. Benedict Bridgerton was always known for being a helpful lad after all. He watched as she giggled a little as he was already rock solid, it didn't take much with Penelope, fuck, all she had to do was look at him and he'd spring to attention.

She ran her tongue along her lips and slowly moved her mouth hovering over his tip. He could feel her breath on his skin as her French tips dug into his thighs. God this woman was going to kill him of an induced heart attack if she kept going like this. She slowly swirled the tip with her tongue which made him see starts, and then she took a slow but long lick down his length. He had to try to think of anything else right now because he knew, if she kept going like this, he was going to finish far too early.

"Pen- I-I...." He couldn't physically form words. He was completely and wickedly spellbound over this sexy red-head, and he was in a fucking dreamland – that's the only way to explain his visual right now.