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

everything else. He pinned her down, his body pressing against hers. She could

sleep. You’ll catch a cold after being in the rain, she grotested weakly, her voice trembling as his hand explored her body.

and he leaned down, capturing her lips in

every sensitive spot on her body, quickly making her pliant and willing.

was exhausted but satisfied. She had a new ap uninterested in women would get an earful from

morning, the air was fresh after the storm. Warm sunlight streamed onto the bed, where

looked at the time and gasped. Nine–thirty!

glanced over to see her boss still asleep beside her. Her emotions whirled,

nine–thirty. I’m late,” she said,

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

her racing heart slowing down.

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to you,” he

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

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he agreed, watching her with amusement as she carefully extricated herself from his embrace. His gaze followed her, taking in every detail of

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

passion was fine at night with the lights off, but facing each other

bathroom door close. Het up, running a hand through his hair. The once cold and sterile bedroom felt more alive now. He

her stomach rumbling. She opened the massive fridge and was taken aback–it was full of alcohol, nothing else. The

is just full of alcohol?” she asked, turning to Ellisons he entered the kitchen,

eat out,” he

and nervousness. She followed him outside, where a luxurious car awaited, She had heard colleagues discuss this model before