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satisfaction she’d grown accustomed to seeing on the Devil’s face, his brow was furrowed, his eyes narrowed and his lips a tight, white line. He hadn’t come before he had abandoned her so abruptly.
    A chill worked its way down Jess’ spine.
    Something was very wrong. She gathered enough courage to ask, “What’s the matter?”
    The Devil turned hurt eyes on her. “I thought that this, that I, was special. That I was giving you all you need.”
    Jess gasped. “You are. This is. How could I ever want more?”
    “Then why did you…?” He stopped and drew an unsteady breath. “No man wants a woman to scream someone else’s name when he’s inside her, making her come.”
    A strange tension tugged at Jess’ heart. The only explanation she could think of for his response made no sense. How could the Devil be jealous, being what he was? How could he, with his skills, his beauty, his caring, even think what he gave her was not enough?
    Then the meaning of what he’d said hit. Another man’s name? That couldn’t possibly be right. It had been so long since her last lover, she couldn’t even remember his name, and he’d never, ever come close to making her feel the way the Devil did. She shook her head in frantic denial. “I didn’t say someone else’s name. I couldn’t have.”
    The Devil sounded hurt. “You did. I was there . I heard you. You screamed it so loud, everyone could have heard you. ‘Oh God, oh God, oh God.’ Three times. I didn’t even know you knew Him, let alone had fantasies about it. And they can only be fantasies, you know. He does not do that kind of thing.”
    Relief loosened the constricting knot in her throat. She laughed softly. She couldn’t help it, even though the Devil’s eyes grew dark and fiery. Instead of making her quake with fear, his anger made him adorable. Arrogance was certainly part of his nature, but underneath was a wholly human vulnerability. She reached out a finger and tried to smooth the resentful look off his face. “And I thought you were the one who knew everything. It’s just a generic expression. It doesn’t mean anything. It certainly doesn’t refer to any particular deity, of whatever persuasion.”
    The Devil looked slightly mollified, but he still didn’t smile. “Well, I don’t like it. I don’t want to share. You’re with me. I want it to be my name you scream.”
    The urge to tease him disappeared. How could she not give him what he needed when he gave so much to her? “The only person I was thinking of, the only person in my world, was you, but I don’t know your name. I can’t call you ‘The Devil’ all the time, especially when I’m in extremis, as it were. What should I call you? I’ve heard several other names—Satan, Beelzebub, Lucifer. Are any of them right?”
    A flush of colour appeared on his cheeks. He looked down when he answered. “Satan. That’s pretty close. Yeah. Call me Satan.”
    “So that’s your name? Satan? Really?”
    “Well, almost.” He waited a long moment before he spoke again. “Remember I told you people have some misconceptions? Well, not all of them work against me.” He looked decidedly uncomfortable. “There have been a couple of small editorial errors over time. Novice monks copying manuscripts by hand in the candlelight, freezing cold and shivering—it’s easy to make a mistake. And once someone makes an error on parchment, it’s so hard to correct, and scarlet ink was very expensive. It seemed kinder not to make a fuss.”
    Jess folded her arms. There was something going on here and she wanted to know it. “Come on, spit it out.”
    The Devil took a deep breath and let the words rush out. “It’s Stan, okay? And I don’t like it. What kind of name is Stan for the Master of the Underworld? Who’s going to believe in a Prince of Darkness named Stan? So when the monk accidentally added the extra ‘a’, I didn’t point it out. I decided it was better to let it be. Satan has a nice