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fingernails scrabbled for purchase in the door, but it was too smooth to provide relief.
    “Very acceptable, my dove.” He rolled her distended nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Shivery sensation ebbed outward, consuming her with fire. Her neglected breast ached with need. “And if all that fails, what will you do?”
    Wishing her top half were as bare to his fingers as her lower parts, she shook her head. “I can’t. You don’t understand.”
    “You will. I do understand, only to well. There will come a time you'll need to make a tough decision. I also know you are destined for more than essentially being a slave to that dick of a boss.” Slowly, he stroked a finger along her slit then just as slowly, he dipped that finger into her channel.
    Her inner muscles worked to keep him embedded even as his naughty digit explored. "I need the money from this job."
    “You have the brains for business. If you walk out of this company, there will be another waiting with open arms. You are talented, my dove. Let go of your fears.”
    “Oh, Rand.” She shuddered, tried to squirm away. He moved his arm around her waist like a band of iron. A thin film of sweat beaded on her upper lip, tangy and salty, as she concentrated on his new version of torture.
    In and out his finger glided. Over and over he sought to bring forth her moisture. Faster and faster he plunged, adding another finger to the rhythm, pressing up against her feminine wall to touch the elusive spot that made her eyes cross then close.
    “If you are not promoted on your own efforts, you will quit this dismal job.” He didn’t let up on the torment. "Say it."
    “I’ll quit.” Jovie whispered the words. She arched her back and thrust her rear higher so he had better access. “Oh, please, more.”
    “Tell me you’ll respect yourself.”
    “I promise I will!” When he withdrew his fingers, she whimpered, still aching for release from the terrible tension. “If they don’t give me that promotion, I’ll quit. Hell, I’ll do it anyway. There are better jobs out there for me. I know that now.”
    Rand pinched the tiny bundle of nerves, circling it with a finger, and maintained his domination of her body until she feared she’d shake apart from the unresolved pressure building inside. “You are good enough for any position out there.”
    “I am good enough.” Jovie rocked her hips, rolling them against his hand. “I will stop keeping myself a prisoner due to fear.”
    “Excellent, little one. I am pleased with your progress. Remember this lesson and the confidence you gained from it.” He withdrew from her pubic area fully. “Turn around so that I may see the expression in your gorgeous blue eyes as you come for me.”
    Shaking as hard as a leaf in a whirlwind, she did as he asked. Her skirt fluttered down around her hips. She didn’t care. The man before her, whether real or imagined, had taught her something new about herself. She truly did care about her future and knew beyond all doubt that she wouldn’t let anyone else take advantage of her.
    No more of Clinton's work would be dumped on her desk. No more would she be passed over for promotions. No longer would she be an object of ridicule and shame. She had a spine and it had been rediscovered thanks to Rand and his gentle prodding.
    “I’m ready.” For everything that would come her way.
    "Everything has consequences, my pet. You do understand."
    "Yes, whatever." She'd ask him about it later. Jovie dug her fingers into his shoulders as he braced her back against the door. “Finish me.” She gazed into his green eyes, taken aback by the sheer brilliance of them.
    “I will merely start you on the beginning.” With a mischievous grin, he slid a hand down her left leg and drew it up around his waist. His free hand went to the apex of her thighs, his fingers sliding easily through her curls to find her slick channel. He ground the heel of his hand against her, rubbing her clit until she