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moaned her approval. “Own the pleasure, my heart. It belongs solely to you.”
    She gripped the collar of his polo shirt and rode the waves of bliss he invoked inside her. He pumped his fingers deep into her core, keeping constant contact on her clit, as he stared into her eyes with the same expectant smile on his lips he’d worn the whole evening. “I…I…”
    Her body shook. She tensed, caught up in the intense pressure coiling in her core. Pressing his hand tighter against her, the first early tremors convulsed through her. She squeezed her inner muscles around his fingers. Rand’s breath steamed her ear. His wicked chuckle rang in her head like a requiem as he continued to work his magic.
    Her breath stilled in her throat. Wave after wave of white-hot bliss crashed over her. Pulses became intense convulsions of such veracity she staggered, slumping against Rand’s solid form, glad for his stalwart strength. When the bulk of the contractions slacked off, he teased her again with a mere few strokes, which set off another avalanche of ecstasy.
    This time, Jovie’s world tilted sideways and she slid to the floor a jumble of quivering flesh, revving heartbeat and spent energy. She couldn’t summon enough power to care that her skirt was bunched around her waist or that her naughty bits were sitting directly on the carpet which hadn’t been shampooed for months. Stunned and speechless, she gazed at her creamer pot genie-turned-sex god-miracle-worker in wonder.
    “How is that possible?” She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. “I’ve never had such an orgasm before. I never knew I was capable of one that powerful or all the little ones that followed.” With her brain the consistency of cooked oatmeal, she stared at the beige sling back heel on her right foot and wondered where the hell her other shoe went.
    “My poor, doubting lamb.” Rand reached out a hand and, when she slipped her fingers into his, hefted her up. “When you stopped beating yourself up and took control of your destiny, your stress level lessened which resulted in a well-deserved release.”
    “ You did it. You gave it to me.” Weakly, and on wobbly legs, she followed him to the table and slumped into the chair he indicated. She’d never had a satisfying orgasm, even with a vibrator. Maybe he was right.
    “No, Jovie. It was all you. I was merely the tool.” He chucked her under the chin. “Sleep now, my sweet. You will need your strength to complete this night’s trials.” He turned away, but not before she caught the fathomless sadness in his eyes.
    “What does that mean?”
    "I can only speak in hints, thanks to the rules that bind me."
    "Meaning?"
    When he didn’t answer, she made a move to leave the chair. Her limbs felt heavy. She couldn’t lift them though she tried. “You’ve enchanted me to sleep, didn’t you?” Her movements became sluggish. As she abandoned the idea of leaving the buttery soft haven, Rand gathered the scattered contracts into one big stack. Just as her eyes drifted closed, a golden flash illuminated the room, followed by a shimmer of sparkling dust, and then blackness claimed her.

Chapter Six
    When the door crashed open against the wall, Jovie flinched and woke from her doze. Through sleep blurry eyes, she took in the gold bars in the center of the table, arranged into another pyramid of six. Near her hand laid a new list of clients anxious to book parties for the Christmas season. Clinton stood on the room’s threshold with his hands curled into fists and fury snapping in his dark eyes. He’d removed his suit jacket and rolled his shirtsleeves to his elbows. Rand was nowhere to be found.
    His absence left a hollow pit in her chest.
    “I can’t believe you managed to do it again.” Clinton strode into the room. Anger rolled from him in waves as he looked beneath the table, behind the door, into all corners before turning to her once more. “You had help.”
    “Why do you say that? Is it