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

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

should sleep. You’ll catch a cold after being in the rain, she grotested weakly, her voice trembling as his

bobbed, and he leaned down, capturing her

melted away under his kiss. The pent–up desire exploded, consuming them both. He knew every sensitive spot on her body, quickly making her pliant and willing. The night was filled with

stamina. Anyone who thought he was cold and She was exhausted but satisfied. She had a new ap uninterested in women would

the storm. Warm sunlight streamed onto the bed, where

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

glanced over to see her boss still asleep beside her. Her emotions whirled,

I’m late,” she said, panicked.

the day off,” he said, his voice deep and authoritative, even first thing in the

heart slowing down. “But my perfect attendance…

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to you,” he assured

more. I’ll make breakfast. I only

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

was nowhere to

no emotional connection. The intense passion was fine at night with the lights off, but facing each

his intense gaze. She rushed to the bathroom, her heart pounding. Ellison 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

headed downstairs to the kitchen, her stomach rumbling. She opened the massive fridge and was taken

entered the kitchen, dressed impeccably in a suit, holding her

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

mix of anticipation and nervousness. She followed him outside, where a luxurious car awaited, She had heard colleagues discuss this model before