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

forget everything else. He pinned her down, his body

catch a cold after being in the rain, she grotested

and he leaned down, capturing her lips in

away under his kiss. The pent–up desire exploded, consuming them both. He knew every sensitive spot on her body, quickly making her

She was exhausted but satisfied. She had a new ap uninterested in women would get an earful from her now

the storm. Warm sunlight streamed onto the bed, where Ellison held Joycelyn possessively.

at the time and gasped. Nine–thirty! Her

only to feel a soreness between her legs, she glanced over to see her boss still asleep beside

nine–thirty. I’m late,”

he said, his voice deep and authoritative, even first thing

her racing heart slowing down. “But

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make it up to you,” he assured

lit up. “Okay, you rest more. I’ll make

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agreed, watching her with amusement as she carefully extricated herself from his embrace. His gaze

body heat up under his scrutiny. Her shirt from yesterday was nowhere to be found,

emotional connection. The intense passion was fine at night with the lights off, but facing each other during the

didn’t move until he heard the bathroom door close. Het up, running a hand through his hair. The once cold and sterile bedroom felt more alive now. He examined the new bite mark on his chest, a testament to her

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

fridge is just full of alcohol?” she asked, turning to Ellisons he entered the kitchen, dressed impeccably in a suit, holding her phone and

cook at home. Let’s eat out,” he said, his voice calm and collected.

of anticipation and nervousness. She followed him outside, where a luxurious car awaited, She had heard colleagues discuss this model before but never thought