novelxo Chapter And Joycelyn 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 She regretted moving at all. His touch ignited her senses, making her forget everything else. He pinned her down, his body pressing against hers. She could feel his heat, his desire.
We should sleep. You'll catch a cold after being in the rain, she grotested weakly, her voice trembling as his hand explored her body.
In the darkness, his hot palm glided over her skin, drawing out oft moan. His throat bobbed, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. "Then let's work up a sweat."
Her protests melted away under his kiss. The pent-up desire exploded, consuming them both. He knew every sensitive spot on her body, quickly making her pliant and willing. The night was filled with their passion, drowning them both.
appreciation for his stamina. Anyone who thought he was cold and She was exhausted but satisfied. She had a new ap uninterested in women would get an earful from her now
The next morning, 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 peacefal in sleep.
Her internal alarm jerked her awake. She looked at the time and gasped. Nine-thirty! Her perfect attendance bonus was gone.
She jumped out 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 eyes lazy and
"It's nine-thirty. I'm late," she said, panicked.
Take the day off," he said, his voice deep and authoritative, even first thing in the morning.
She blinked, her racing heart slowing down. "But my perfect attendance...
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"I'll make it up to you," he assured her.
Her face lit up. "Okay, you rest more. I'll make breakfast. I only need half a day off
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"Okay," he agreed, watching her with amusement as she carefully extricated herself from his embrace.
His gaze followed her, taking in every detail of her flushed face and disheveled appearance.
She 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 risk.
Plus, 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.
She quickly covered him with the blanket, 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 now. He examined the new bite mark on his chest, a testament to her passion.
Joycelyn quickly freshened up and 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 too "Your fridge is 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.
"I don't cook at home. Let's eat out," he said, his voice calm and collected.
She closed the fridge, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She followed him outside, where a
luxurious car awaited, She had heard colleagues discuss this model before but never thought she'd ride in
one.
"Sit in the front," he said, opening the passenger door.
She hesitated but got in, her heart pounding. "Where are we going
"City hall," he replied, his voice serious and businesslike.
"Shouldn't we go to a lawyer's office? Don't we need a prenup or something?" she asked, her voice small.
"No. We're getting married directly, he stated, his profile stern and focused on the road.
She looked at him, surprised. "But you're rich. Don't rich people worry about these things?"
He glanced at her, his expression serious. "If a man can't trust his own woman, what kind of man is he?"
His words hit her deeply. She stared at him, the sunlight casting golden glow on his handsome face. He was stern and serious, but there was an underlying integrity that shone through
He noticed her
gaze. "What are you smiling about?
"You're amazing. Mr. Grant. You're the most incredible man I've ever met!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with admiration. Compared to men who were calculating and petty, he was perfe-handsome, wealthy, and trustworthy.
"Have you met many men?" he asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice
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