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

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

a cold after being in the rain, she grotested weakly,

throat bobbed, and

exploded, consuming them both. He knew every sensitive spot on her body, quickly making her pliant and willing. The night was filled

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

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

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

between her legs, she glanced over to see her boss still asleep beside her. Her emotions whirled, but

I’m late,” she said, panicked.

voice deep and authoritative,

heart slowing down. “But my perfect attendance…

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to you,”

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

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she carefully extricated herself from his embrace. His gaze followed her, taking in every detail of her flushed

her body heat up under his scrutiny. Her shirt from yesterday was nowhere to be found, and this man was too energetic–she wasn’t up for

emotional connection. The intense passion was fine at night with the

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

up and headed downstairs to the kitchen, her stomach rumbling. She opened the massive fridge and was taken aback–it was full of alcohol, nothing else. The freezer

alcohol?” she asked, turning to Ellisons he entered the kitchen, dressed impeccably in a suit, holding

eat out,” he said, his voice calm and collected.

the fridge, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She followed him outside, where a luxurious car awaited, She had heard