I love the snogs and today I'm sharing a snippet from my upcoming super short, Show Me. I love hot romance and this one is super, duper hot!
Show Me by Megan SlayerAvailable here next week!!
Word Count: 5K
Page Count: 19
Release Date: January 2013
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Marteeka Karland
Copy Editor: Pat Sager
Line Editor: Lacey Savage
Genres: Erotic Short Story, BDSM, Voyeurism
She's on display for all the world to see.
Calen's issued a challenge - her naked before the wall of windows in their fifth floor apartment. Accepting his terms could mean relinquishing her heart. Will Elisha please her master or walk away forever?
And now for that snog!!!
Let him be wowed.
Footsteps thumped behind her on the hardwood floors. Shimmers of want coursed to her core. Cream coated her pussy. He’d come home. She opened her mouth to speak, but remained quiet. The message had said nothing about talking. Just waiting. Nude. Vulnerable.
His voice, scratchy and deep, threaded around her brain. Her cunt throbbed for him. Damn her sex drive. Damn him for using it against her. Manipulating her. And every time, she came back for more. God help her, she loved him more than she realized.
Her gaze switched from the action on the street below to the reflection in the glass. Her cheeks flushed with crimson. As if she conjured him, Calen appeared behind her. His azure eyes sparkled in the lamplight. His lips curved into a smirk. Using his index finger, he brushed a lock of her ebony hair aside and nuzzled her neck. The contrast of his tanned skin against her pale shoulder always thrilled her. When he spoke, her control splintered.
“You please me.” Calen kissed her neck, the action whispery soft against her pulse. “They can see you. They want you.” He shifted his hips, rubbing the silk of his suit jacket lapels along her spine and ass. His hands roamed her stomach and the swell of her hips, not quite finding the apex of her thighs.
She bit back the moan building in her chest. If he touched a little lower… just a little farther down.
“Bad girl.” Calen smoothed his palms along her ribcage and grasped her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “They want to see you come. You aren’t here for them. Are you?” His hands stilled at her waist. “Are you?”