Cherry Crush
By
Stephanie Burke
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Cherry Crush by Stephanie Burke
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Cherry Crush
By
Stephanie Burke
Chapter One
“I want you to take my virginity.”
Chan choked on the mouthful of wine he’d just sipped.
With a grin that she knew was mischievous, Laney observed her best friend sitting across from her at the dinner table.
For once he seemed speechless. This was an amazing first for a man who seemed to have an esoteric quote for every situation in life.
“You want me to what?”
Wow, she thought. I never knew his eyes could get that wide.
“Take my virginity,” she explained.
“Why?” he asked, reaching for a linen napkin to blot his mouth clear of the sprayed wine.
“Chan, from the moment I met you, I respected you. It was something that I never had to learn, and you have earned that respect several times over. I trust you more than anyone I know and I have never been proven wrong by putting my faith in you. I don’t have the time or inclination to date; it’s kind of crazy out there, as I am sure that you are well aware of. And I’m very serious about the...act.”
She ticked off her list of reasons one at a time on her fingers. “Besides,” she looked down at her hands for a moment, before lifting her head to stare into his eyes, her lips in a devilish smirk, “Cara said you were fantastic in bed.” Her smirk grew in direct coloration to the red hue spread over his otherwise golden face.
Chan...handsome in face and form in an exotic, mysterious way. His Asian heritage boldly obvious in golden cat eyes and straight black hair, but the rest of his body maintained an ecliptic mix of races that never failed to excite her. He possessed a rather large proboscis…but that never bothered Laney; she had always been a huge Allen Rickman fan.
To Laney, Chan looked as if he belonged lording it over a harem in the desert or yielding a holy sword to smite evil dragons instead of running the nondescript dojo downstairs.
“She told you that?” he asked, sounding…well, embarrassed.
“All of your old flings talk to me.” Her voice grew husky as she leaned forward. “All of them.”
“There hasn’t been that many,” he groused. “And besides, she was way before I started with Ash. And….”
Marlana laughed, and his words sputtered to a halt. He stared balefully at her and then pouted, a man’s only real defense against the mysterious creature known as woman.
Chan thought back over his past loves, Ash the last in a short line of intense females. All had touched him in
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