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Joy, and slid it beneath
the other side of her bra to touch the opposite nipple. She could feel
her flesh puckering beneath the slow, circling movement of the glass,
and as the heat welled up inside her, Jack's handsome, reckless
features seemed to swim before her.

He lowered the stopper and she felt his hand reach beneath the hem of
her skirt and slowly move upward along her stocking. "Open your legs,"
he whispered. Clasping the edge of the counter beneath her hands, she
did as he asked. He trailed the stopper up along the inside of one
thigh, over the top of her stocking and onto the bare skin, moving it
in slow circles to the very edge of her panties. She moaned and eased
her legs open wider.

He laughed wickedly and withdrew his hand from beneath her skirt. "Not
yet, pet. Not quite yet."

They moved through the silent store, going from one department to
another, talking very little. He caressed her breasts as he fastened an
antique Georgian pin to the collar of her blouse, rubbed her buttocks
through her skirt while he slid a brush with a filigreed sterling
handle down the back of her hair. She tried on a crocodile belt and a
pair of kid shoes with needle-pointed toes. In the jewelry department,
he removed her pearl earrings and replaced them with gold clips
encircled with dozens of tiny diamonds. When she protested the expense,
he laughed at her. "One spin of the roulette wheel, pet. Just one spin."

He found a white maribou boa and, pushing her against a marble column,
slid the blouse from her shoulders. "You look too much like a
schoolgirl," he declared, reaching behind her to remove her bra.
The silky fabric slipped from his fingers to the carpeted floor, and
she stood before him naked from the waist up.

She had large, full breasts capped by flat nipples the size of
half-dollars, now hard and puckered from her excitement. He lifted each
breast in his hand. She delighted in showing herself to him and stood
perfectly still, the chill of the column decidedly welcome against the
heat of her back. He tweaked her nipples, and she gasped. With a laugh,
he picked up the soft white boa and draped it over her bare shoulders
so that it covered her. Then he slowly moved the feathered ends back
and forth.

"Jack—" She wanted him to take her there. She wanted to slide down the
length of the column, open her legs, and take him inside her.

"I've developed a sudden craving for the taste of Joy," he whispered.
Pushing the boa away on one side, he covered her large nipple with his
mouth and began an insistent sucking.

She shivered as heat filled every part of her, burning her internal
organs, searing her skin. "Please . . ." she murmured. "Oh, please . .
. don't torture me any longer."

He pulled away from her, his restless eyes teasing. "A little longer,
pet. I haven't finished playing yet. I think we should look at furs."
And then, with a half-smile that told her he knew exactly how far he
had pushed her, he rearranged the boa over her breasts, lightly
scraping one nipple with his fingernail as he settled the ends in place.

"I don't want to look at furs," she said. "I want. . ."

But he led her to the elevator where he operated the levers as if he
did it every day. As she rode upward with him, only the white feather
boa covered her naked breasts.

When they reached the fur salon, Jack seemed to forget her. He moved
along the racks, inspecting all the coats and stoles on display before
selecting a full-length Russian lynx. The pelts were long and thick,
the color silvery white. He studied the coat for a moment and then
turned to her.

"Slip off your skirt."

Her fingers fumbled with the side zipper and for a moment she thought
she would have to ask for help. But then the catch gave and she slid
the skirt, along with the half-slip beneath, down over her hips and
stepped out of them both. The ends of the boa brushed against the very
top of her lacy white garter belt.

"The panties. Take the panties off for me."

Her breath was