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

moving at all. His touch ignited her senses, making her forget everything else. He pinned her down, his body pressing against hers. She

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

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

knew every sensitive spot on her body, quickly making her pliant and willing. The night was filled with their passion,

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

Warm sunlight streamed onto the bed, where Ellison held Joycelyn possessively. Her long

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

legs, she glanced over to see her boss still asleep beside her. Her emotions whirled, but he woke up, his eyes

nine–thirty. I’m late,” she said, panicked.

said, his voice deep and

heart slowing down. “But my perfect attendance…

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it up to you,” he assured her.

more. I’ll make breakfast. I

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

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

passion was fine at night with the lights off, but facing each other during the day was sure to

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 now. He examined

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 was empty

entered

eat out,” he said,

him outside, where a luxurious car awaited,