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 against hers. She could

rain, she grotested weakly, her voice trembling as his

drawing out oft moan. His throat bobbed, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. “Then let’s work

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

She was exhausted but satisfied. She had a new ap uninterested in

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

internal alarm jerked her awake. She looked at the time and gasped. Nine–thirty! Her perfect

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

late,” she said, panicked.

his voice deep and authoritative, even first thing in

her racing heart slowing down. “But

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make it up to you,” he assured

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

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

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

they had no emotional connection. The intense passion was fine at night with the lights off, but facing each other during the day was sure to be awkward.

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 his chest, a

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

to Ellisons he entered the kitchen, dressed

cook at home. Let’s eat out,”

nervousness. She followed him outside, where a luxurious car awaited, She