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of here?” As he stroked his fingers over her cheek, she sighed. He made her feel wanted, desired.
    No one had ever accomplished that.
    A frown marred the perfection of his mouth. “If that is what you truly wish of me, then by all means, open the door and go. I have never stopped you.”
    “If I don’t wish it, what will happen?” She crumbled under the temptation. Running her palms over his chest, she furrowed her fingers through the slight patch of coarse hair then feathered them along his arms.
    “I will turn the last of those papers into gold bars as I promised. Undoubtedly your boss will be pleased and will reward you beyond your wildest dreams. Is this not what you wanted?”
    “In a roundabout way I suppose.” What happened to wanting to succeed on her own merits with her own work? She missed the satisfaction of completing a job well done. “Will I ever see you again once the task is completed?” The butterflies in her stomach had nothing to do with excitement. She’d come to rely on him and looked forward to his visits. His steadfast belief in her was more addicting than any drug. Now she wanted to spend time talking to him, finding out about his life and what he wanted from it. If she were honest, she wanted a real relationship—if that were possible with a magical being.
    “Once I return to the creamer pot, my time with you is forfeit. While we are in this room, I can be out and about because you released me for the specific purpose of helping you through this time, these tasks.”
    She smiled. “Then theoretically, if I don’t complete the task, you can be free forever. I can put the creamer pot on a shelf and visit you every day.” Mmm, slipping away to the conference room for heavy petting at lunchtime sounded pretty darn good. A daily shot of warm fuzzies.
    “Oh, my poor disillusioned Jovie. You haven't been listening.” Rand pulled her into his arms and held her so close, she heard the strong beating of his heart. “If the task is not complete and you leave this room, I will not be able to return to my world. Any use of magic has consequences and most of them are steep. Even completing your tasks will not come without a price.” His sigh ruffled her hair. “Not being mortal and living outside the nether world isn’t possible. I will die. Such is life.”
    “ That’s your answer? I have you for as long as it takes to complete this job?” Anger rose in her chest at the injustice until she realized most of the tale could be seen as a fairy story anyway.
    “Yes. We have until sunrise. I am sorry.”
    “I don’t want you to die.” Yet I don’t know if I can give you up. She pulled away in order to look him in the eye. "What was all that junk about I'm yours and you're mine or that we're interchangeable?"
    He shrugged. "Just what I said. Think on it a bit more."
    She heaved a frustrated sigh. “I don't have time for games, Rand. What do you want from me in order to transform the last box of paperwork? I’ve already given you everything of value I have with me.”
    Rand’s grin was slow and seductive. “I want your body, warm, willing and naked.” He dragged his lips up the inside of her arm, pressing kisses against the silk of her blouse. “I want to make love to you before we are parted.”
    The last of her reserve vanished under the assault of his lips, the subtle press of his hips to hers, the teasing prod of his cock to her stomach. Never had she been more aroused. Never had she been certain of anything as crazy as this. “This conference room is hardly a romantic setting. And the carpet—”
    He brushed his lips against hers. “Close your eyes and let me take you away.”

Chapter Seven
    Jovie forgot how to breathe the moment he claimed her. His hands touched her body with a possessiveness she felt in every pore. He moved his mouth over hers, teasing the corners, tracing her lips with his tongue, nipping and licking until she gasped for a reprieve.
    “Come, little one. Let