After three years of mediocre sex (he always wore white socks to bed!), Reagan breaks up with her boyfriend. Her best friend says she needs to experience some great sex--and helps out by making a call to the gorgeous guy who runs the local coffee shop. She places an order of coffee and beignets to be delivered to Reagan's house the next day. She just doesn't know that Brett's two brothers co-own the shop with him, and the three of them believe in personal service.
Much to Reagan's surprise, Brett, Derrick and Dane all show up on her doorstep with a lot more than just coffee. What happens next is wild and passionate sex, unlike anything Reagan has ever experienced.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Seducting Reagan by Stephanie Adkins
"You did what?" Lillian Foster exclaimed.
Reagan picked up a handful of napkins to wipe the stream of vodka and orange juice from her tabletop at Murphy's Nightclub. Perhaps telling her best friend about her break-up with Collin wasn't the best thing to do while Lillian was mid-gulp. Still, she couldn't help but laugh out loud. Just the expression on her face was priceless.
It was Friday night, and the bachelorette party was well under way for their friend and co-worker, Janet Morton. The drunken bride-to-be had deserted her spot by the nightclub stage and was now on top of it, dancing alongside three half-naked male strippers. Reagan shook her head in amazement and laughed again. Leave it to Lillian to instigate the raunchiest bachelorette party in town.
"It's no big deal! Really!" she yelled over the loud music.
Just saying the words made her happier than she'd felt in a very long time. Several of the other partygoers, dressed in their fake tiaras and feather boas, lined the stage and chanted while Janet rubbed her body seductively against the strippers. Fortunately, the room Lillian reserved was private. If their male co-workers saw the debauchery unfolding, they'd probably never hear the end of it.
"You break up with your one and only boyfriend after three years, and you say it's no big deal!" Lillian remarked. "Collin's never been one of my favorite people in the world, but what happened?"
Picking up her third margarita, Reagan tilted her head back and downed the remainder of it in one swallow. She knew there was no way to get out of the discussion. It had been almost two weeks, and she'd somehow managed to put her off that long. Reagan put her hand over her mouth and tried to stifle a giggle.
"He always wore his socks when we had sex!" she shouted.
Now it was Lillian's turn to laugh out loud. When she drunkenly swooned and almost fell out of her seat, Reagan grabbed her arm and kept her steady, which only made Lillian laugh even harder.
Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the elation from being free, but Reagan felt like screaming it to the whole world. After adjusting the tiara on top of her head, she signaled the bartender for another round of drinks.
"So what are you going to do now?" Lillian asked.
Reagan shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, which made it throb painfully. For a split second, her stomach wrenched into a horrible knot, and she was afraid she might vomit. Maybe three margaritas were enough.
"I don't know!" she replied. "What do you suggest?"
She felt as if she was slurring and not making any sense at all. Lillian didn't seem to care though. Leaning closer, she looked at Reagan with glazed eyes and smiled playfully.
"I think it's time someone properly fucked you!"
Reagan broke into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, and this time it was Lillian who stopped her from sliding out of her seat and crashing to the floor. Of course, only Lillian could suggest something so outrageous, and she was never one to mince words either.
"Like who? Someone from your little black book?" she asked.
Lillian put a finger to her lips and thought a moment before her eyes grew wide and expressive. Fumbling through her purse on the tabletop, she retrieved a small, worn notebook and her cell phone. Coincidentally, the book just happened to be black. Reagan shook her head and rolled her eyes. She should have known Lillian would actually have a little black book.
"What about those cute brothers who work next door at the coffee shop? Aren't they friends of yours?"
Reagan grinned before taking a swig of her fourth margarita the bartender had brought over to their table. The twins and their older brother were single and very good-looking, but given that she had been in a relationship with Collin for so long, she'd never thought of them as more than just acquaintances.
Still, every Tuesday evening when she visited Morgan's Coffee Shop & Poetry Lounge for the readings that took place there, all three of them made no qualms about flirting with her at the same time. Obviously they weren't the jealous sibling types. She never took them seriously though. It was just in their nature to be overly charming.
"We're just friends! Nothing more!" she responded. The music was so loud she could barely hear herself talk, and it was starting to give her a massive headache. Lillian downed the last of her drink before slapping her hand down on top of the table dramatically.
"That's perfect! Sex amongst friends is the best kind!" she said. "No strings attached!"