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

everything else. He pinned her down, his body pressing against hers. She could feel his heat, his desire.

You’ll catch a cold after being in the rain, she

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

kiss. The pent–up desire exploded, consuming them both. He knew every sensitive spot on her body, quickly making her pliant and willing.

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

fresh after the storm. Warm sunlight streamed onto the bed, where Ellison held Joycelyn possessively. Her long hair was spread out, her petite face peacefal in sleep.

jerked her awake. She looked at the time and gasped. Nine–thirty! Her perfect attendance bonus was

her boss still asleep beside her.

nine–thirty. I’m late,” she said, panicked.

his voice deep and authoritative, even first

heart slowing down. “But my perfect attendance…

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up to you,”

“Okay, you rest more. I’ll make breakfast. I only need half a day

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extricated herself from his embrace. His gaze followed her, taking in every detail of her flushed face and disheveled appearance.

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

The intense passion was fine at night with the

Ellison didn’t move until he heard the bathroom door close. Het up, running a hand through his hair. The once cold

opened the massive fridge and was taken aback–it was full of alcohol, nothing else. The freezer

entered the kitchen, dressed impeccably in a suit, holding her phone and driver’s

don’t 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