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

else. He pinned her down,

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

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

both. He knew every sensitive spot on her body,

for his stamina. Anyone who thought he was cold and She was exhausted but satisfied. She had a

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

the time and gasped. Nine–thirty! Her perfect

between her legs, she glanced over to see her boss still asleep beside

late,” she said, panicked.

the day off,” he said, his voice deep and authoritative, even first thing in the

her racing heart slowing down. “But my perfect attendance…

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make it up to you,”

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

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carefully extricated herself from his embrace. His gaze followed her, taking in every

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

was fine at night with the lights

close. Het up, running a hand through his hair.

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

she asked, turning to Ellisons he entered

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

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