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,

after being in the rain, she grotested weakly, her voice trembling as his

skin, drawing out oft moan. His throat bobbed, and he leaned down, capturing

desire exploded, consuming them both. He knew every sensitive spot on her body, quickly making

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

air was fresh after the storm. Warm sunlight streamed onto the bed, where Ellison held Joycelyn possessively. Her long hair was spread

at the time and gasped. Nine–thirty! Her

her boss still asleep beside her. Her emotions whirled, but he woke up, his

nine–thirty. I’m late,” she said,

he said, his voice deep and authoritative, even

heart slowing down. “But my perfect

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it up to you,” he

face lit up. “Okay, you rest more. I’ll make breakfast. I only need half

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

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

at night with the lights off, but facing each other during the day was sure

the bathroom door close. Het up, running a hand through his hair. The once cold and sterile bedroom felt

massive fridge

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

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

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