Ellison And Joycelyn: A Love Beyond The Rules

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Chapter 8

Chapter 8

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“I thought you were asleep,” Joycelyn whispered, glancing at Ellison. It was nearly midnight, and he was usually out by nine- thirty.

“Not with this fire burning inside me,” he murmured, his hot breath tickling her car.

Her heart raced, a mix of anticipation and nervousness coursing through her. She didn’t respond, her body tense.

In the dim light, their breaths grew ragged. His large hand roared, edging toward intimate places. She pressed her head against his chest, trying to avoid his heated touch.

“I’m really tired,” she purred, her small hand unconsciously gripping his loungewear. Her voice was soft and nasal, making

his heart race.

“Can you sleep?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

“Yes,” she lied, her body tense, toes curled tightly. As he lifted herleg, she pushed his hand away. “No.”

“You woke me up. down her spine..

you can’t refuse me now,” he murmured, niping at her reddened earlobe, his raspy voice sending shivers

touch ignited her senses, making her forget everything else. He pinned her down, his body pressing against hers. She could feel

catch a cold after being in the rain, she grotested

bobbed, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. “Then let’s work up a sweat.”

both. He knew every sensitive spot on her body, quickly making her pliant and willing. The night was filled with

and She was exhausted but satisfied.

streamed onto the bed, where Ellison held Joycelyn possessively. Her long hair was

at the time and gasped. Nine–thirty! Her perfect

legs, she glanced over to see her boss still asleep beside her. Her emotions whirled, but he woke up,

late,” she

deep and

racing heart slowing down. “But my perfect

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to you,”

rest more. I’ll make breakfast.

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amusement as she carefully extricated herself from his embrace. His gaze followed

scrutiny. Her shirt from yesterday was nowhere

passion was fine at night with the lights off, but facing each other during

he heard the bathroom door close. Het up, running a hand through

kitchen, her stomach rumbling. She opened the massive fridge and was taken aback–it was

of alcohol?” she asked, turning to Ellisons he entered the kitchen, dressed impeccably in a

at home. Let’s eat out,” he said,

closed the fridge, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She followed him outside, where a luxurious car awaited, She had heard colleagues