VAMPIRE TEMPTATION

The Ritual *** Ruby pov. “I’m glad to hear it.” I bite back a sigh of relief. Maybe Amelia is wrong and Katherine didn’t hear me. The moment the elevator opens, I dash out, determined to escape before anything else goes wrong. Kelly is waiting for me when I get home.” Hey! How was day one?” “Awful,” I groan. I step into his arms, breathing in his familiar scent, letting it calm me. “My boss is awful. Or maybe he just hates me. Sorry to hear that. I’m sure he’ll come around, though. I can’t see anyone who knows you noted loving you.” “Well, I think you may be biased.” Instead of answering, Kelly pulls me in for a kiss. I luxuriate in it for a few seconds before pulling away. “I’m beaten. Is dinner ready? I think I’ll just eat and go to bed.” Of course. I made your favorite.” I already feel guilty for the way I practically drooled over Mr. Ethan – at least, until he revealed the stark contrast between his personality and his looks. Kelly l doesn’t need to know that. We don’t talk much as we eat, but the silence isn’t awkward. I know Will understands that I’m just tired. When we climb into bed, I fall asleep with the hope that tomorrow will be better. The next day certainly starts well. Kelly wakes me with a plate of bacon and eggs in bed. What’s all this for?” Call it a good luck charm. Here’s to today being better.” Thanks.” I wolf down the bacon and eggs, while Kelly watches with amusement. When I’m done, I glance at the clock only to see that Kelly has woken me slightly earlier than usual. I grin at the prospect of not having to rush to get ready for work. Thanks to having gone to bed early last night, I’m not tired. Come here.”Kelly recognizes the glint in my eyes and crawls back into bed, pulling the covers over both of us. He sleeps naked, which leaves no barrier between my hands and his skin. He kisses me, slowly at first, then with more urgency. His short blond hair tickles my cheeks. Under the blankets, our body heat builds quickly. I can feel his cock rising, and my own body isn’t far behind. Kelly wriggles down, moving his kisses to my breasts. I

wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him close so that our bodies are flush against each other. His tan-darkened skin is soft against mine. My pussy feels empty and throbs in demand. I thrust my hips against him, letting his cock bump against my clit. Kelly chuckles as I grab his ass, squeezing with my fingers. He’s always had an amazing ass. It makes me wonder what Mr. Ethan’s ass looks like. I haven’t yet seen him from behind. I banish the guilty thought, focusing once more on Kelly. I reach a hand down to start fingering my clit as he lavishes attention on my breasts. My nipples ache, and his tongue soothes them as nothing else can. I ride the waves of pleasure, breathing in the scent of our sweat, loving the heat under the covers as

well as the heat within my body. I’m ready,” I whisper, my voice shaking slightly with desire. Kelly l nods and spreads my legs. I grab his shoulder with one hand as he pushes slowly into me. His cock fills me up, drawing a moan from my lips. My other hand is still on my clit, and I move it faster, already eager for release. I thrust my hips to meet his. Kelly l captures my lips in a kiss, swallowing my gasps as he makes slow, gentle love to me. Sometimes I wish he’d be a little less gentle. What I’d give to be shoved against a wall and fucked hard. But I love Kelly. How can I object to him worshipping my body and showing me exactly how much he loves me in return? He finally picks up the pace a bit, his on need getting the better of him. My wrist aches from making quick circles over my clit, but I don’t stop. Kelly’s pupils are blown wide, and I can tell that he’s close. If I want to come, I need to do it fast, or he’s going to finish before I do. I press his head down onto my shoulder. “Bite me,” I whisper. He barely grazes me with his teeth, but it’s enough. I cry out as my pussy clenches around his cock, contracting wildly with my orgasm. The extra pressure on his cock sets Kelly off, and he thrusts several more times before stilling. My orgasm probably could have gone on longer if he’d kept going, but I did come, so I don’t get to complain. I sigh happily as his weight settles on me – not his full weight, but enough to keep me pressed to the bed. We stay there for a few minutes, catching our breath. Kelly finally rolls aside, and I rest my head on his chest. This is ways the best part – these few minutes afterward when we are both sated and relaxed. I feel like I could lie with him like this forever. Except I have to get to work. Damn. “I should go.” “I know.” Kelly sighs as he tosses the covers off, and I wince at the gust of cooler air. I’ve got an early client.” Is this the one who refuses to wear the wet suit? Yep. I swear he’s going to get hypothermia. Only maniacs surf without wet suits in winter.” As far as I’m concerned, only maniacs surf without wet suits in summer, but Kelly has always felt the cold less than me. I don’t suppose he could be a surfing instructor if he didn’t. I arrive at work fifteen minutes early, just in case the elevator is broken again. No way am I making Mr. Ethan dislike me even more by arriving late for my second day. Fortunately, the elevators are still working, and I arrive early. The first thing I see when the doors open is Mr. Ethan. He’s leaning against a desk, talking to Katherine. It gives me a perfect view of his ass. Damn, that’s a nice ass. He suddenly turns to look at me, and I feel myself blushing, even though I know that there’s no way he could know what I’m thinking. “Ruby. Get me coffee, and make sure it’s hot this time.”Of course, Mr. Ethan. I’m quite glad to have a reason to turn right around and go back down to ground level. It gives me time to compose myself. I can’t be having these kinds of thoughts about my boss. It will interfere with my work. Thankfully, I manage to get his coffee to him in time, but he still finds something to criticize. Re-organize my emails. I want the important ones sent to me, not Katherine.” Yes, Mr. Ethan. Do you have a list of which clients qualify as important?” Work it out!” he roars. “Do I have to do every little thing for you?” No, sir.” I stomp back to my desk. I had thought I’d worked out which clients were the most important, but clearly, I got that wrong. I don’t want to look incompetent, but Mr. Ethan obviously doesn’t want to talk to me. I reluctantly go to Katherine. Excuse me, Katherine, but do you have a list of important clients whose emails I should send directly to Mr. Ethan?” She gives me the same superior smirk as yesterday. “I guess you wouldn’t know. I suppose I could help you out. Yeah, acting like giving me the information needed to do my job is a favor. Thank you,” I tell her stiffly. Once I have the list, it becomes apparent that I’ve gotten almost everything right. The only two emails I didn’t forward him yesterday that are on the list are from much smaller clients. Why would he even want to deal with such small clients in person? Maybe he’s just making up stuff to criticize. I don’t think he likes me very much. The rest of the day goes without mishap, apart from Katherine picking on me, but I quickly learn to ignore that. It’s at the end of the day that something strange happens. Katherine starts going around the room, speaking quietly to a few of the lower-level employees, including Amelia. I can’t hear most of it, but the words ‘the ritual’ are repeated a few times. Everyone Katherine talks to beams. As everyone is leaving, those people she spoke to head to a room near the back of the office labeled ‘off limits’. I try to catch Amelia’s eye, wanting to ask what’s going on, but Katherine steps between us, giving me a dangerous glare. “Do you need something, Ruby?” “No ma’am. I’m just leaving. I look over my shoulder as I go, just in time to see Mr. Ethan and a couple of the more senior employees go into the off-limits room. I don’t know why, but something about it sends shivers down my spine. Why is that room off-limits? What is the ritual? What are they doing in there that they don’t want anyone else to know about? T. B. C Dawn writesText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.