Novels by Jocelyn

Emily’s POVThe remainder of the drive was like a tide I couldn’t fight. My head lolled against the cool window, Reed’s silhouette blurred at the edge of my vision. One mile. Two. The ache in my body softened into something heavy and warm. Sleep took me without permission, dragging me down into darkness where no cameras watched and no choices waited.I woke to soft sheets and the low glow of a red light coming from his luxurious spa bathroom. Not the car. This room swallowed sound and the clock read 11:58. I actually slept most of the day away. My clothes were gone, replaced by one of Reeds soft button-downs, unbuttoned just enough to brush my thighs. I turned over where Reed laid beside me on his back. His bare chest rising slow and even with one arm flung above his head. Moonlight peaked through the window casting silver lights along the lines of muscle.Something shifted inside me. Not regret this time. Not the heavy shell I’d worn for years. A spark. Small. Tentative. But mine. My

Emily’s POVThe vibration of the tires against asphalt felt like a pulse in my bones. Steady. Relentless. Reed drove with that same focused calm he brought to everything else—hands at ten and two, eyes on the road, jaw set like he was solving a puzzle only he could see.I kept my face turned toward the window, watching the city dissolve into black highway and occasional sodium glow. My reflection stared back, pale and unfamiliar. Who was that woman? The one who’d just let Reed fuck her senseless on her own bed, in the ruins of her old life? The one who’d come so hard she’d forgotten how to breathe?Regret tasted bitter, but it wasn’t the sharp kind. More like slow poison, seeping in. I’d wanted it. God help me, I’d wanted him. Still did, if I was honest. But wanting wasn’t the same as trusting. Or choosing.I shifted in the seat, the ache between my legs a reminder of his pleasure. My pleasure now though. I took control, didnt I? In that moment, I’d chosen. Not him, exactly—not the w

Emily’s POVThe engine of Reed’s sleek black SUV hummed low as we pulled away from the curb outside my loft. The towns lights streaked past in blurry lines, rain-slicked streets looked like fractured mirrors. I kept my eyes on the dashboard, fingers curled tight around the strap of my seatbelt across my chest. Anything to avoid looking at him…What the hell just happened?Reeds POVI replayed it in fragments, clinical almost, the way I’d dissect a bad investment pitch. Her body arching under me, the way she’d gasped my name like it was a curse and a prayer at the same time. The heat of her skin, slick and desperate. I’d meant to keep it controlled—hell, I’d meant to keep my distance entirely after the chaos of the last few days—but control had slipped the second her mouth found mine again. And now here we were, driving into the night like nothing had changed, when everything had.She was quiet beside me. Too quiet. The Emily I’d known before tonight—the polished, untouchable fiancée o

Emily’s POV I lay there for a moment longer. As the after quakes of my own orgasm continues to pulse through me. Reed knows how to make me bend to his will. It’s almost revolting how good he is in bed. I almost wish he wasn’t, now that I feel dirty with regret. I snap back to reality as I’m rolled on to my back like the sack of potatoes I am and he tugs his shirt off my head. My hair is wild and I can feel the redness of pleasure and embarrassment in my cheeks. “Let’s get going babe”. He hands me my pants and shirt. All business demeanor and urgency in hand. He called me babe…. And that’s when I feel the air shift. Thinking about it - him, me, my loft, his home, my fiancé, my family, May cat. Jesus. What the fuck am I doing. I circle over reality a moment longer while scanning the room to find Mittens as I’m getting dressed. That’s when I see a note across my night stand. My neighbor scribbled that she took my cat home with her in light of events. Saying it would be easier. No

Reeds POV Emily drops to her knees in front of me clutching my jeans to the mid point of my thighs. Her hands both locking in around my length, pressing her warm wet lips to me. “Fuck Em..” eyes rolling back. I stand there looking to the ceiling holding myself back for her, forgetting where I am while losing myself to her tongue dancing around me. She grabs at my ass with one hand between my thighs. Pulling me closer to take me all the way in. Practically choking on my cock and I throw my head back in agony. Wanting a release. Thats when i remember the cameras. “Damnit Em” I’ll be damned if my cousin gets to watch her like this. I pull my shirt off before deciding to give him the show he deserves.I grab Emily by the back of the neck pulling her off me as she slobbers all over me. And throw her across the bed on all fours.“Do you trust me Angel”? I ask bent over her whispering in her ear.I hear her gulp as she nods. “Say it”! I demand.“Yes” she chokes out and that’s enough f

Reeds POV The drive to Emily’s flat is all small talk. We exchange words over some coffee on the go, listening to music and sharing our love for alternative rock. Finally a woman with good taste. I’m not to sure about this Mittens but if he means that much to her I suppose I can come around. Emily’s loft is on the bay and overlooks the water. We take the elevator up after the bell hop expresses his concerns and says he’s glad she’s well. I was hoping she would have one more day with me to be selfish but now my priority is her safety and well being. My cousin won’t let go of her easily. Emily enters her door code, we walk in to the flat and immediately are bombarded by the smell of floral vomit. I don’t even have to ask, this is my cousins signature of love bombing. There has to be over a hundred boquets of flowers throughout the flat. Emily growls in frustration as each surface is covered while calling out for her cat. When she approaches the kitchen island a l