AN: I was out shopping awhile back...went to my favorite book store...strolled around...latte in hand...and a-ha!... story time struck!...It's a fun-albeit kinky-story that I hope you enjoy...

Warning: This story is highly sexual in nature. Reader discretion is advised. Please proceed with caution...

Chapter 1

Penelope exited the bathroom of her favorite bookstore. She was looking in particular for a good book, preferably light and breezy, that she could read on the weekends and at night. She was feeling kind of lonely, and losing herself in a book sounded like a great idea.

Unfortunately, most of the books out there were two specific genres she didn't want to read: crime/suspense and romance. She had two reasons for her thinking, both on completely different spectrums in her life.

The reason she didn't want crime/suspense had to do with work. It reminded hertoomuch of work if the authors got it right, and it was too unrealistic and silly if they got it wrong. She honestly felt she had enough gore and violence she had to see at work; spending her leisure time with it wasn't exactly her bag. That would be overkill.

The other genre, romance, she wasn't getting enough of. Last thing she wanted to read about was someone else's happy ending. Her nearly three year long relationship with Kevin Lynch ended on a sour note last month. He'd asked her to move in with him, and she had turned him down flat.

"I don't want to move."

"Well then, I'll move in here," he'd said, all chipper.

She'd loved Kevin. He was a good man, but he was messy and unorganized. The idea of him living with her had repulsed her; she liked her place the way it was.

So as gently and as firmly as she could, she'd told him, "No, thank you."

He'd then proceeded to tell her she was too set in her ways. "Like someone's maiden aunt, Penelope."

That had hurt, but it led to a lot of thinking. That main thought being: if she couldn't stand the thought of living with Kevin, why was she still with him?

And now, after she'd left him rather amicably, the only thing she missed was the sex. Kevin was good in bed, very giving and thorough; she'd been satisfied with him. He wasn't the most skilled lover, but he was much better than her vibrator and her fingers.

Sighing, she looked up from the bathroom hallway and saw relationship help books ducked in the corner. She didn't want those right now, either. However, another book right next door to those books caught her eye.

Ooh! Ahh! : The Art of Making Sexual Fireworks

"Good grief," she mumbled, rather amused. Then curiosity killed the Penelope: she wandered over and picked up the book.

Inside, there were rather tastefully drawn pictures and step-by-step instructions on how to get into certain positions—the book claimed to have one hundred positions!—how to have a g-spot orgasm; how to basically get off in just about every way imaginable. Flipping to one page, she saw one rather unbelievable maneuver. She tilted the book left, then right, then back to the left...and then shook her head.

"That can't be done," she muttered.

"Yes, it can," a voice whispered from over her shoulder.

"Ah!" she screamed, dropping the book. She turned to see her best friend standing there. She slugged him quickly in the shoulder. "Do not walk up on people and scare them!"

"Gee, sorry," he said, rubbing his arm with a mock wounded look, before bending over to pick up the book. He read the title and looked at her, not bothering to hide his snicker, "Ooh! Ahh!?"

Quickly pulling the book out of his hands, she colored just slightly. She hated that she blushed so noticeably. It was a curse of the fair skinned. She shouldn't worry: this was Morgan for Pete's sake. Although... she'd had rather dirty dreams about him in the past, and seeing him so closely after scanning erotic pictures...

Trying to look urbane and not bothered by his presence, she flipped through it slowly again. "It was interesting... but I'm not going to get it."

"Why not?" he asked, frowning.

"Because I have no one to practice with right now," she said, as she put it back in line on the shelf. Then she turned back with a sultry grin, "Unless you are volunteering your services, oh stud muffin of mine?"

This time he blushed. "Umm-"

"What?" she asked with a snicker of her own. She'd made him speechless! This was too rich not to tease about. "Am I too much woman for you, Hot Stuff?"

"No." He narrowed his eyes just the slightest, and then shot her a wicked grin, like the villain in a Victorian drama. "I am definitely interested in road testing these with you, Baby Girl."

Her eyes widened. "Der-"

"In fact," he continued, stopping her from talking, "it's been a while since I've had regular nightly sex-"

"Nightly?" she croaked, interrupting him, her eyes still wide and panicked.

"There's a hundred sex acts... I'm thinking we need to practice nightly to get through the book in decent time."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You're teasing, aren't you?"

"Not at all," he said nonchalantly, like they were discussing the weather. "I think this could be a lot of fun, and we could both get a lot of pleasure... and education from it."


He arched a brow at her. "Unless you are chickening out?"

Ooh, he just had to go and say that! She hated when he challenged her. She never backed down from a challenge, no matter what it was. She'd skydived with the man when he challenged her, she'd scuba dived with him. She could do something even more ridiculous, and probably more fuck him.

A little sliver of awareness bubbled inside her. They'd teased about having sex so many times, mentioning it, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like. A part of her really wanted to find out...even though she was scared. She was worried. What if...she shuddered...what if they ruined their friendship? Immediately after she gave that thought birth, she dismissed it. That would never happen.

Besides, the minute they had sex, it would be the most hilarious, least sexy thing on the planet. Like screwing her brothers or Reid or something. Then they would laugh about it and never do it or bring it up again.

A twinge of something inside her warned her, You have never had hot dreams about your brothers or Reid. You have about him. Be careful...

Ignoring that voice, she yanked the book off the shelf, then pursed her lips and started walking to the counter. He followed behind her dutifully.

"Twenty dollars," the clerk said with a knowing smile.

Penelope pulled out a twenty dollar bill.


Derek fished a ten dollar bill out of his wallet and handed it to the clerk.

She gave him a questioning glance.

"This way, I'm just as invested in this as you are," he said with a smirk and a wink, before walking out of the store.