5/12/2023 0 Comments Her Cherry by Penelope BloomI laughed and laughed and laughed, wheezing and holding my tummy because it hurt so much from guffawing so hard! I knew I was in trouble when he chuckled in that deep, sexy voice of his over the phone and said, “I’m still craving your cherry. Maybe I was stepping into a disaster waiting to happen. Like thinking the fly wouldn’t even mind getting hammered by William and his washboard abs. The kind of hot that made me think crazy things. William was stupid hot, the kind of hot that makes women do stupid things. Oh, and I was a twenty-five-year-old virgin, a fact my friends refused to stop hassling me about.įixing my little virginity problem with William would be like swatting a fly with a hammer. William couldn’t have walked into my life at a worse time. He walked into my bakery, bought a cherry pie, stole a vase of flowers-I still have no idea what he wanted with them-and left his business card.īefore I say what I did with the business card, I should clarify something: First, I paid for her cherry (pie, but that’s not the point),Īfter that? I left my business card and walked out like I owned the place.
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