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 straight nose, finally lingering on his parted lips. Her expression shifted from seductive to innoce as their eyes met again.

exactly what was going on

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

in her first kiss. e melted into

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any dream could be. Every nerve ending sparked with electricity as she fumbled with his buttons and zipper, following

there was no pain–only pleasure. Under his gentle guidance, she even found herself taking initiative, discovering that the normally stern boss was surprisingly tender and skilled,

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

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 terry cloth.

each more explicit than the last. Color rushed to her cheeks, then drained away

Why are you here?” She clutched the sheets tighter. Last night,

in her throat as his eyes studied her flustered expression. “What exactly are you

curious.

Her tongue tied

hit her

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

did,” he replied

sharp intake of breath echoed in

regrets now?” His expression remained

first time with a gorgeous, skilled partner had been incredible. But sleeping with her direct

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

as he studied her. “You’re still in my bed and already trying to pretend this never happened?”

sight of the hickeys she’d left on his collarbone, she pulled the sheets higher. “Then at least turn around so I can

dip. Her breath caught as his handsome face loomed over hers. She tried to retreat, but he caught her wrists, pinning them above her

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skin, sending tingles

protest died in her throat.

thrilling and mortifying. The tension in his features as he held himself in check

murmured, his intense gaze holding hers. “Then let me

memory.”

she tried to look anywhere but at him. Aglimpse of his taut muscles reminded her exactly how well- equipped he was. Even as

pressed against her once more. His teeth grazed her pale

to stop him,

final day of the company retreat–they were supposed to head back after lunch. If they delayed much longer, her colleagues