Here is a little snippet from one of my stories...
Ella Carter listened to the voice on the other side of her bedroom wall in the small Manhattan apartment and sighed. She knew she really shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but the voice was so hypnotic, sexy, dangerous, and lust-filled. She moved her right hand down her hot skin and closed her eyes, trying to picture the man on the other side and slowly touched herself. If he looked half as good as he sounded, her nightly routine would be amazing.
She moaned, pictures popping in her head of a hot, lean, muscled body. Her breath hitched. She gasped, moaned once more, this time a little louder. Her fingers felt torturous.
Then she heard a thud, then “Shit.”
Ella breathed hard, sat up, and then heard a knock on her door. Wondering what was going on, she got out of bed, pulled on her discarded pair of jeans and checked the mirror beside her door. Deciding that she looked decent, she opened it.
Fuck. A hot guy, shirtless, black rimmed glasses, sexy hair that curled slightly at where his collar should have been if he were wearing one, and muscles… Lots of them.
Ella swallowed, her eyes were in rapture. She heard her own breathing accelerate, and then she heard the man before her clear his throat.
She looked up.
“Hi.”
Her tongue jutted out to wet her lips. She was so turned on that she could barely take it. “Hi.”
“I’m Max.”
“Ella.”
They both stood there for a few more seconds, silence making the moment even hotter.
“I heard you,