Page 1 of Her Juicy Cherry (Sweet Treats 2)

Teledildonics? What on earth is that? The two cherry farmers are about to introduce me to a world I’ve never experienced before.

After being unceremoniously fired, I wanted to leave the city. I took a seasonal job at a cherry farm to pick fruit. The slower pace was just what I needed to de-stress and get myself in a better frame of mind.

I thought the cherry farmers would be a bunch of country hicks wearing overalls while chewing straw.

But Huck and Hank are nothing like what I expected. The men have broad shoulders, wide chests, and huge, powerful cherrypickers. In fact, they want to pluck my cherry – using teledildonics.

What?

What in the world is teledildonics?

It sounds like something naughty and filthy … and it is.

Because Huck and Hank are no country bumpkins. These men run a virtual reality firm exploring the boundaries of love, and teledildonics is the next frontier.

I shouldn’t enjoy this. I came to the farm to escape technology and the stress of modern life.

But soon, these dirty farmers are plucking my cherry over and over again … while leaving me with a baby along the way!

Get your mind out of the gutter, you naughty girl! Okay, maybe let it stay there for just a bit longer because this is a filthy, technology-driven romance novella that will have you hanging onto your seat for more. Your hair will be on fire by the end of the read, but teledildonics will do that if you’re not careful. Warning: This is a MMF bisexual romance, so swords absolutely cross. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA for my readers.

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Courtney

“Oh my god, Court, are you serious?” my friend Kara whispers around the cubicle corner. “That’s crazy.”

I nod.

“I know right? But Bert insisted. He told me it would feel good and that I’d enjoy it. I didn’t believe him at first, but then he put one finger in his mouth to wet it and touched me there.”

Kara goes red in the face and practically squeals.

“Are you serious? Wasn’t it so dirty?”

I nod conspiratorially.

“It was, and it felt really wrong at first. After all, back there is for output, and not input. But you know what? It started feeling good after a few seconds, and then we got really naughty. Bert began sliding it inside and then … well, you know.”

Kara shakes her head, her eyes wide.

“No, what?” she breathes.

I grin slyly.

“Well, fingers were never going to be enough. He wanted to put that inside me. The back way, I might add,” is my emphatic statement.

Kara’s practically falling out of her chair now, staring at me while breathing heavily. Her blonde curls shake with the naughtiness of my words, and I chuckle to myself. After all, I love corrupting our innocent new intern. Kara’s only nineteen, and she’s here for the summer as a trainee. So far, I’ve showed her how to make coffee in the break room; how to photocopy her hand using the machine; and how to sneak out every hour or two for cigarette breaks by the back door. Neither of us even smoke. We just hold the cigarettes in our hands and pretend we smoke so that we can take a fifteen-minute breather.

It’s bad because I should have more respect for my employer, Praxel Puffin Manufacturing. I work as an admin assistant at Praxel Puffin, and when I first got hired, I was really excited. Praxel manufactures cardboard boxes, and this is a growing field. After all, everyone gets all sorts of goods delivered to their house now. No one actually goes to brick and mortar stores anymore, which means that demand for cardboard boxes has soared in the last ten years. Of course, Praxel Puffin took advantage of the increased demand, and exponentially ramped up production to gobble up market share.

But this job hasn’t been what I expected. I thought if I did well, I could move up from my admin assistant job to marketing assistant, or maybe even operations. Although there’s nothing sexy about manufacturing cardboard boxes, anything can be sexy if you put your mind to it. I was determined to do well in my career, and spent my first year at Praxel Puffin doing my best. I did everything they asked me to with a smile on my face. I made copies. I sorted files. I even took my boss’s shirts to the cleaners for him because I wanted to get on his good side.

Unfortunately, it’s all been for naught. That’s obvious to me now after three years at Praxel Puffin. My boss, Stuart, still calls me Kimberly by accident sometimes. I want to scream at him because my name’s Courtney, not Kimberly. Unfortunately, I think he watches a lot of Keeping Up with the Kardashians, and gets the different sisters mixed up. I look nothing like the Kardashians because I have curly hair with creamy skin, and not the swarthy, sexy look of the sisters, but for some reason, he keeps calling me Kim.

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