Nothing about me was average, despite her little barb. And yet, beyond that first look of shock and awe, she didn’t seem to find me dreadfully fearsome.

Perhaps I needed to try harder?

I loomed over her, my devil form dwarfing her petite human frame. “However, if you would prefer not to have to deal with me for four tasks, I care little either way. It would be simpler … and much less frightening … for you to hand your soul to me now.”

I had never hoped more fervently for someone to disagree with me.

She met my gaze … and laughed heartily in my face. “If you think that big, red, muscly body is going to intimidate me, you really chose the wrong girl to pick on.”

She let her eyes graze over my bare chest, my snug leather breeches.

Tingling … everywhere.

“Tell me, what special orgasm-giving quirk does Satan’s cock have?”

My mouth fell open. That was absolutely the last thing I’d expected her to say.

“Aww, cat got your tongue?” she murmured, reaching up and patting me on the cheek. “Should I assume you’ve got no special ‘extras’ down there? Such a pity. Do you even really count as a monster if you don’t have a trick dick?”

With that, she slipped out from under my arm and strutted back towards the pillow mound. My eyes fell to the perfect, round globes of her backside. They jiggled as she moved.

I swallowed back a moan, fighting to keep my expression neutral when she turned around, smirking at me.

“You can send me back now. I guess I’ll be seeing you when you’re ready to … nut out … that first payment with me.”

Wordlessly, I opened a portal right behind her. I scowled when she offered me a cheeky salute, then turned and strolled back through the portal as if she’d been travelling that way every day of her life.

“Go after her, Boss!” Beezle insisted, galloping up to the edge of the portal. “You can’t let her go with the last word!”

“Yeah!” Bub agreed. “You need to scare the bejesus out of her! Knock her down a peg or two, the feisty little wench!”

But I could do nothing. I was stuck behind the table, my leathers tented so obscenely that even Beezle and Bub would notice. My dick—the one she claimed had no tricks up its sleeve—throbbed violently.

“I need a bubble bath,” I muttered, dropping my head into my hands. The Token sat nestled inside my palm, its warmth almost comforting.

I was beginning to fear that I might have bitten off more than I could chew with Jemma Bliss.

7. Shag Your Way Out of This …

Chapter 7

Shag Your Way Out of This …

Jemma