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me.”
    Jess cast her eye over her own neat suit, in an interesting shade of ice pink. “And the Devil’s companion wears…?”
    The Devil looked at her. “Chanel at the moment, but that can change. Come on.”
    For the next few hours they strolled up and down the Avenue Montaigne. By the time they’d finished, Jess had a multitude of bags swinging by corded handles from her arms.
    Jess was feverish with the excitement of a completely unrestricted shopping spree. It didn’t matter that the Devil could have, and would have, given her anything she wanted. The experience of actually being in Paris, shopping for whatever she wanted, was heavenly. No, not heavenly. She wasn’t going to risk offending the Devil again. The experience was amazing, delightful and unprecedented. She was having a Hell of a good time.
    The Devil ushered her into Galeries Lafayette . Jess stared with slack-jawed wonder at the soaring, stained-glass dome. So what if she was acting like a gawping tourist? If there was one thing she was learning from the Devil, it was to do whatever felt good to her and not be ashamed of enjoyment.
    At the fragrance counter, they worked their way through a selection of perfumes.
    The heady fragrance seemed to stir the Devil’s libido to a delightful degree, if the way his nostrils twitched and his eyes went heavy and dark as he stroked his fingers over her wrist was any indication.
    This time though, he did not give in to temptation. Instead he bustled her up to the café on the third floor. “Maxim’s is famous for its pastries, and the hot chocolate is diabolically delicious.”
    They were served éclairs, rich with glossy, dark chocolate and sweet crème patissière . Jess closed her eyes and let the rich flavours melt on her tongue. A shudder, very much like a small version of the one that rocked her in the throes of orgasm, passed over her.
    When she opened her eyes, the Devil was staring fixedly at her. His own food lay unheeded on the table. His cheeks were flushed with high strokes of colour, and beads of sweat stood on his brow. His shirt lifted with the force of his breathing. His voice was rusty, forced out of a constricted throat. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I didn’t know you could come just from eating. I could come watching you.”
    Jess’ breath hitched. Her heart came to a momentary halt in her breast. A sense of absolute power ran through her. She ran her tongue around her lips, stopping to flick up an errant bit of chocolate. The Devil groaned, low and desperate.
    The power was hers and she intended to use it. Before she’d met the Devil, she’d never understood the aphrodisiac delight of taking charge, of being the aggressor. She had never explored the full range of her sexuality. Now she was going to indulge her every appetite.
    Jess reached across the table and took the Devil’s hand in hers. She placed his index finger in her mouth, closed her lips around it and prepared to drive the Devil to his knees.
    She circled the finger slowly with her tongue, stopping now and then to nibble gently with her teeth. Then she oh, so slowly moved his finger in and out between her lips.
    The Devil’s pupils expanded until his dark eyes looked completely black. His breath was coming in short, shallow pants. He tried to moisten his lips, but his tongue apparently refused to obey his commands.
    Jess dropped his finger and sat back in her seat. “Oh, I think I can make you come just from…eating.”
    The restaurant, Galeries Lafayette , Paris, all disappeared in an instant. Jess found herself back in the Devil’s room, shopping bags scattered around, clothes gone and the Devil standing erect in front of her.
    She stroked his penis lightly.
    A tremor swept over him from head to toe. “Come here. I can’t stand…”
    Jess gripped the base of his cock and squeezed. “You will stand anything I want you to. For as long as I want you to do it.”
    The Devil’s eyes widened, and he