When the Muse Comes, You Listen [Excerpt]

One word, one gesture. That was all I needed. Give me a sign, Sir. Show me you want me.

The door opened and I saw his shoes first and then his trousers though I didn’t dare lift my gaze up to his face. I hadn’t earned it, not yet. He was still dressed as if he’d just come back from his dinner meeting. I felt his presence take over my senses – sight, sound and everything in between, conquering every moment of doubt that I’d dared to entertain. He stood before me, towering like the king that he was. I felt his finger under my chin, tilting my face upward.

He said my name and I felt my chest swell with pride. He’d opened the door for me. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered to life and desire settled between my legs. “You’re on time.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Then he withdrew his hand and held it out towards me, palm up. “Come,” he said.

And I did.

Published by Liz

Romance me writes stories with happy endings while my naughty pen writes the naughty ones. I also accidentally step on Legos daily while balancing my cup of tea and biscuits.

8 thoughts on “When the Muse Comes, You Listen [Excerpt]

      1. Oh, yes, and finding this picture last night on Tumblr. LOL That opened the flood gates to 5K words so far. Now on to 5K more and I’ll be good and writing my wholesome angst-filled pieces again LOL

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    1. Thanks, Michael. I didn’t realize how hard it is to write erotic romance but I think I’m getting the hang of it. My earlier stories were dark erotic romance, too, but that was with a pen name. Funny how two years with a name closest to my own changed my writing to almost wholesome LOL This Kindle World exercise is my assignment to get over that hump and I think I’m doing okay. Submission is easy to do, but to write it is a whole other thing!

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