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

forget everything else. He

sleep. You’ll catch a cold after being in the rain, she grotested weakly,

skin, drawing out oft moan. His throat bobbed, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce

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

cold and She was exhausted but satisfied.

after the storm. Warm sunlight streamed onto the bed, where Ellison held Joycelyn possessively.

looked at the time and gasped. Nine–thirty!

of bed, only to 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

nine–thirty. I’m late,”

his voice deep and authoritative, even first thing in the morning.

heart slowing down. “But my perfect

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

felt 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 the

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

hiding from 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

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

just full of alcohol?” she asked, turning to Ellisons he entered the kitchen, dressed impeccably in a suit, holding her phone and driver’s license.

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

where a luxurious car awaited, She had