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.

his sculpted brows to his straight nose, finally lingering on his parted lips. Her

exactly what was going on in one fluid motion, he took control, pressing her

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fingers guided her hand to his belt, his voice husky with restraint. Help

his lips claimed hers in her first kiss. e melted into

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both tender and commanding, more real than any dream could be. Every nerve ending sparked with electricity as she fumbled with his buttons and zipper,

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

footsteps approached. Why does this dream feel so real!” she wondered,

find him approaching, a towel slung low on his hips. Her gaze traced involuntarily over his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and the tempting V–line disappearing beneath white

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

She clutched the sheets tighter.

flustered expression. “What exactly are you trying to ask?” He was

curious.

mean, last night, did we…” Her tongue tied

His simple confirmation hit her like a thunderbolt,

last thread of hope, she stammered, “But did we

we did,” he replied firmly.

intake of breath echoed in the

regrets now?” His expression

her first time with a gorgeous, skilled partner had been incredible. But sleeping with her direct superior? That was career

Mr. Grant, she began carefully, “I was drunk last night and barely remember anything. We’re both adults–can’t we just forget this and go back

a dangerous smile as he studied her. “You’re still in my

on his collarbone, she pulled the sheets

his weight making the mattress dip. Her breath caught as his handsome face loomed over hers. She tried to retreat, but

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her waist. Skin met skin, sending tingles of electricity through

protest died

as heat flooded her face. His weight pressed her into the mattress, the position simultaneously thrilling and mortifying. The tension in his features as he held himself in check only

said you couldn’t remember anything,” he murmured, his intense

memory.”

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

against her once more. His teeth grazed her

She meant to stop him, but her breathy moan

of the company retreat–they were supposed to head back after lunch. If they delayed much longer, her colleagues would surely notice. But