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

making her forget everything else. He pinned her down, his body pressing

cold after being in the rain, she grotested

oft moan. His throat bobbed, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. “Then

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

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

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

She looked at the time and gasped.

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

I’m late,” she said,

off,” he said, his voice deep and authoritative, even

heart slowing down. “But my perfect attendance…

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make it up to you,” he

rest more. I’ll make breakfast. I only need half

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

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

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

close. Het up, running a hand through

kitchen, her stomach rumbling. She opened the massive fridge and

entered the kitchen,

don’t cook at home. Let’s eat out,” he said, his

and nervousness. She followed him outside, where a luxurious car awaited, She had heard colleagues discuss this model before but never thought she’d ride in one.