Her Cherry (Objects of Attraction, #2)

by Penelope Bloom

I'd become a master of pushing any and everybody with a penis away after him. Keeping the book was my figurative way of hanging a warning sign in the middle of my life: "Beware the penis, for danger this way lies."

Maybe if she'd let a guy get six inches deep, she wouldn't have gone six feet under.'"

“That beautiful, beautiful man. He stole your cherry and deflowered you in one fell swoop. Respect.”

Pro tip… An apple a day will keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough.

If the walls in my office could talk, they wouldn’t say a word, because they’d know they were too good to talk to you. That’s how perfect it was.

Yes. I had my very own secret villain lair, right inside my office. It was every bit as amazing as I had hoped.

Maybe that was the secret. Love was a game, and before you played, you had to know how you wanted to win.

You’ve got to cherish your vagina, not ignore it. It’s a weapon that women have been using to bring even the most powerful men to their knees since the beginning of time.”

The truth people didn’t want to know was that money is just another drug, but it’s one that only a tiny fraction of the population can afford to build up a tolerance to.

Good things came to those who waited, and I hoped like hell the saying was true.

What is the difference between a tire and three hundred and sixty-five condoms?" I raised my eyebrows and shook my head slowly. “One’s a Goodyear. The other is a great year.”

“Good. Because I’m like a vampire, I can’t come inside until you invite me. And now, you’re screwed.”

“How did it feel?” she asked through clenched teeth. The look in her eyes was so hungry it was almost scary. “Um, like I might have just accidentally murdered a man with a pie?” “Fuck yeah,” she whispered. “Fuck yeah.”