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before I could formulate another thought, he slid my panties off.
    “Rand!”
    He pushed my legs apart and with a lascivious smile, forced his head between them. And that’s when I felt his tongue prying me apart, eagerly lapping up my wetness. As his tongue darted in and out of me, I tried to arch up against him but my body felt limp, still too weak to respond.
    My mouth still worked and I moaned and cried out unabashedly. At the moment of my climax, he replaced his tongue with a finger.
    “Look at me,” he said.
    When I did, he was flushed, his eyes wild with desire.
    “Rand,” I breathed.
    “I’ve wanted to taste you since the moment we met.”
    “Me too,” I said like a moron.
    “Tell me how you want me to touch you,” Rand insisted as he outlined my entrance, a smile playing with the corner of his lips. “Like this or perhaps my finger inside you?”
    He knew exactly how much this was torturing me. I didn’t answer and he pulled away.
    “Answer, Jolie.”
    “Oh my God,” I groaned. “If you don’t keep touching me, I’m going to murder you.”
    He chuckled and pushed his fingers inside me as I screamed out. “One or two fingers, Jolie?”
    “Two, two please!”
    And he plunged them back in me as I groaned. “I want you inside me, Rand.”
    “No, Jolie, not yet,” and his mouth was back on me, sucking as his fingers dove in and out. I started moaning again, my lungs panting.
    “I want you to come for me, Jolie,” he whispered.
    Bliss exploded within me as I opened my eyes to find his fixated on me, heavy with desire. He smiled, his dimples barely cresting, as his gaze traveled from my eyes, down to my breasts and further still, until he watched his fingers thrusting in and out of me. I clenched my eyes closed again, gripped the coverlet and allowed his fingers to take me to my own nirvana.
    “Wow,” I said with a smile as I returned to earth.
    Rand chuckled but continued pushing his fingers all the way inside me, only to pull them all the way out again.
    “God, I love watching your body react to me,” he said in a raspy voice.
    “Mmm, I loved feeling my body react to you.”
    His eyes clouded over with hunger and he dropped his head between my thighs again, pushing his tongue into me with renewed fervor. I arched up against him, grabbing his head as if to push his tongue further into me. Another rain of bliss showered down on me and I screamed out my pleasure.
    “I could get addicted to your taste,” he whispered.
    “What about you?” I asked, motioning to the raging torpedo that was visibly straining against his boxers.
    “Tonight is about you.”
    He got up and walked to his side of the bed, spooning himself beside me. He reached down and pulled the coverlet up and over us both, pulling me back into his erection. His hands cupped my breasts and he kissed my cheek.
    “I shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered. “Now it’s going to take you longer to heal. That must have drained all the energy you’ve been working on rebuilding.”
    “I don’t care.”
    And that was the God honest truth.
    “You know what I just realized?” I asked and turned around.
    “What’s that?”
    “You didn’t have to undress me in the first place. You could have just used your magic.”
    Rand chuckled. “I’m glad you failed to remind me.”

Three
    Rand had been right—our carnal activities had zapped any improvement to my health I’d gained over the last week. But, I couldn’t say I regretted it. In fact, it turned out to be one of the best evenings we’d ever spent together. And, believe me, I’d replayed the night’s events at least one hundred times over.
    Granted it was a major bummer he’d been in love with someone else but it helped me understand his attitude toward serious relationships, especially where bonding was concerned. This was a much better reason for us to be cautious rather than the fact that he was my boss, (which he’d been throwing at me since I’d first met