Ellison And Joycelyn: A Love Beyond The Rules

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Joycelyn Maynard slept with her boss after the company retreat Now, watching him sleep beside her, her eyes traced the contours of his perfect abs as she swallowed nervously. Does this mean… I’m gonna he fired? she wondered.

Ellison Grant’s piercing gaze met hers. “We’re getting married. take responsibility

Her mind went blank. Since when did successful men become so old–fashioned? One night together, and he’s already talking marriage‘ she thought.

Joycelyn, you’re now twenty–six. Don’t tell me you’re still a virgi?” The teasing words from her colleagues at the company retreat echoed through Joycelyn’s mind as she leaned against the hotel corridor wall.

Having never been kissed, she’d dodged their questions by downing several drinks, then excused herself, claiming

intoxication.

Now she fumbled with her key card, the door stubbornly refusing to open. Frustrated, she pressed her flushed face against the cool surface, only to stumble forward as it suddenly swung ward.

Ellison stood before her, his chiseled features cast in shadow.

Joycelyn blinked in confusion. Why is he in my room? she wondered, mesmerized by his commanding presence. This has to be a dream

“Is there something on my face?” His eyes narrowed, voice rough with barely contained desire.

“Mhmm.” The sound escaped her lips before she could stop it, soft and breathy.

Standing before this usually untouchable man, she recalled her colleague Selene Whitmore’s whispered words.

“A man like Mr. Grant must be incredible in bed,” Selene had said, and now here he was, larger than life.

Joycelyn’s tongue darted across her lips as heat bloomed through her body. ‘If I can’t have him in real life, she thought, at least I can enjoy this dream.

She launched herself forward, pushing the door shut behind her. “Mr. Grant, they say any woman who gets to spend a night with you must be very lucky.” Her lips curved into a playful smile “Care to test that theory?”

The air crackled between them as their eyes locked, Ellison, his own judgment clouded by alcohol, felt his control dipping as her soft curves pressed against him. Instead of pushing her away, he pulled her closer.

“Is this what you want? Huh?” he murmured against her ear, his proximity sending shivers down her spine.

“Yes,” she breathed, the word barely a whisper.

Her eyes, glazed with desire and wine, held him captive. Up close his features were even more striking than the glimpses she’d caught at the office.

to his straight nose, finally

looked at him he knew exactly what was going on in one

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hers in her first kiss. e melted

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could be. Every nerve ending sparked with electricity as she fumbled with his

dream, there was no pain–only pleasure. Under his gentle guidance, she even found herself taking initiative, discovering

morning. Joycelyn drifted between sleep and wakefulness as footsteps approached. Why does this dream feel so real!” she wondered, her brow furrowing as Ellison’s voice reached her ears.

opened her eyes to find him approaching, a towel slung low on his hips. Her gaze traced involuntarily over his broad shoulders, narrow

her mind, each more explicit than the last. Color rushed to her

clutched the

flustered expression. “What exactly are you

curious.

last night, did we…” Her tongue

His simple confirmation hit her like a

one last thread of hope, she stammered, “But

did,” he replied

intake of breath echoed in the sudden silence.

His

skilled partner had been incredible. But sleeping with her direct superior? That

“I was drunk last night and barely remember anything. We’re both adults–can’t

he studied her. “You’re still in my bed and already trying to

she’d left on his collarbone, she pulled the sheets higher. “Then at least turn around so I can get dressed”

toward the bed, his weight making the mattress dip. Her breath caught as his handsome face loomed over hers. She tried to retreat, but he caught her wrists, pinning

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to her waist. Skin met skin, sending tingles of electricity through her body. A shiver

Grant–Her protest died

the mattress, the position simultaneously thrilling and mortifying. The tension in his features as he held himself

remember anything,” he murmured, his intense gaze holding hers. “Then let

memory.”

her exactly how well- equipped he was. Even as a novice, she knew that desire, once

more. His teeth grazed her pale collarbone, drawing a soft whimper from her

meant to stop him, but her breathy

even more overwhelming than before. This was the final day of the company retreat–they were supposed to head back after lunch. If they