I knew without looking at the antique grandfather clock in the corner that Donovan was awake and probably drinking his breakfast as he did each morning. I didn't hear his movements. He didn't whistle as he wandered through the eight–bedroom storybook castle he had constructed over the last two years. I did not track the sunset. I did not have to. My body told me when Donovan woke up. My cunt grew damp and my attention wandered from whatever I was doing. The closer he came, the more my body prepared itself for sex.
"New York closed lower as did all the markets."
I spoke in a normal tone though Donovan was still at the opposite end of the building. He had given me free run of the castle, but I had yet to explore the wing that housed Donovan's suite.
"Gunter called from Germany and wants you to call him back ASAP. Someone named Sebastian wants to know when you'll be arriving so he can finalize arrangements. Are you going out of town?"
I felt silly talking to an empty office, but, it was best to get the minutiae out of the way as soon as he woke. Once we were in the same room, thoughts of phone messages and world stock markets were forgotten until we had both orgasmed at least once, and most evenings twice. Now that I had been in my position for a month, I realized I needed a few sneaky tricks to get the work done before sex completely took over our focus.
Memories of my great–grandmother's affair with this same man had warned me that she, too, had a problem wanting only to be in his bed from the moment he appeared on her doorstep each evening. But that was before he had disclosed his closely guarded secret. Once he told Charlotte he was a creature of the night, she had left him and married another. But he remained a vivid part of her memories for the rest of her life. Being my own grandmother through a unique soul transference was a curse as well as a blessing. I knew all the details of her life, including her affair with Donovan and loved him just as she had eight decades earlier.
Donovan was coming. My nipples hardened into twin spikes, pushing so hard against my bra that their imprint was visible through my blouse. A moment later the five–hundred year old vampire leaned over my right shoulder and brushed a kiss on my cheek as his hands came around my chest and cupped my breasts.
He plucked at my nipples as he licked a trail down my neck. "Mmmm, good evening, girls." Rolling my nipples between fingertips, he kissed my cheek again before pulling away. "I'm going to destroy all your bras."