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core. “Rand?”
    No response.
    As she tried to look over her shoulder, he spanked an ass cheek and she squealed.
    “Let’s begin your education in confidence. I will hear no more talk of your fear.”

Chapter Five
    There was no time to react, object or even agree to what he had in mind.
    Rand played his fingers along her inner thighs as if she were a piano and he the musician. The feather-light softness of his skin against hers sent the horde of butterflies in her stomach into a tailspin. Higher and higher he teased until he was once more rifling through her curls.
    When he slid a finger along her sex, she sucked in a breath and whimpered. The longer he remained, the wetter she became. He didn’t seem to mind for he moved back and forth, letting her get acclimated to the feelings crashing over her.
    “When you see those men again, I want you to assert yourself. Tell them what you mean to do and why you will do it.” The rich timbre of his voice echoed in her chest.
    It made her feel for one moment that she could indeed accomplish her dreams, but then she shook her head, daring to remove one hand from the door in order to look back at him. “I can’t. They’ll fire me. They've already said as much if I don't fix those contracts.” The fact that her rump was in prime viewing space for him caused her stomach to pitch with nerves. She wasn’t the type of woman made for this sort of thing—too big, too jiggly, too—.
    “That is untrue. Your body is very worthy of being loved, as are you.” To accent his words, he bit her right hip.
    Shivery sensation ebbed around her. “You can read my mind?”
    “I cannot. I can read your body language, though.” He bit her left hip this time.
    She yelped and her face burned. “Thank you, but I still can’t do what you ask.”
    “Nonsense. There are other jobs away from here in your line of work.”
    “I’m not good enough for that yet. I still need more training.” When Rand smacked her ass again, Jovie squeaked. Heat gathered at the spot. “I’m sorry.” Her body cried out to be touched, if only to experience the pain-tipped pleasure again. She longed to explore the new world he'd unlocked.
    “You owe yourself the apology, dearest. It’s you who’s cheating yourself.”
    "But, I—"
    “Hands on the door.” He stood, then he snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her backside flush with his front. “I refuse to hear such talk. Do you understand?”
    When she nodded, he loosened his hold. “Let’s play a game. The more affirmation you give yourself, the more pleasure I’ll bestow upon you.” He nuzzled the spot beneath her ear. “You will stand up for yourself. Say it.”
    “I’ll stand up for myself.” She stared sullenly at the door, feeling incredibly stupid. This was the most bizarre day she’d ever lived through. From Rand’s abrupt appearance, to his changing the paperwork into gold and now this erotic stint in self-motivation. No matter how good it felt, it wouldn't gain anything except make her kick herself during the remembrance. She needed to solve the problem on her own merits.
    “I don’t believe you, sweetness. I doubt the conference room table believes you.” His hand went between her legs to flick her clit. Jovie whispered his name. “Oh, you like that? Want more? Let me hear you say it with conviction.”
    “I will stand up for myself in front of them.” Need swirled low in her belly. She wriggled her hips, hoping he’d touch her again. When he rewarded her by pulling gently on the nub, she expelled a ragged breath.
    “Good. I’m almost convinced, but not quite.” His hand around her waist traveled upward to torment her breast, coaxing her nipple into a frenzy of want. “You will demand respect for the work you do.”
    Jovie licked her lips. “I’ll demand respect from my bastard co-workers and my boss.” Another jolt shot through her center as he manipulated her clit as if he'd done it thousands of times before. Her