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23. Ares 🌶️

I knew Archer and Julie would be coming back this weekend, but I'm not ready for it. Especially not now, after the amazing weekend Emma and I have had together.

I glance at the time on the dashboard. 8:00 PM. Their plane is supposed to touch down in a couple of hours.

Emma's head is resting against the passenger window, her eyes closed, the soft hum of the radio filling the air. Her breaths are slow and steady, her body curled into the seat. She's exhausted.

We've spent the whole weekend together. Exploring the aquarium, checking out local boba place, and even going out to a movie and dinner. Who had known she loved boba?

The whole weekend we've acted like a couple, a real couple. And I'm afraid with Archer and her mother coming back that things are going to change. That she'll change.

I glance over at her sleeping form. I can't imagine her being any different, but I also know what family pressure can do to a person.

I pull into the driveway and park the car. "Baby girl, we're here," I say, gently shaking her shoulder.

She opens her eyes and yawns. "Already?"

"Yeah, sleepyhead, time to get inside," I say, getting out of the car.

She stretches and unbuckles her seat belt, climbing out of the car. I grab the bags from the trunk and carry them inside.

"You know you don't have to carry everything, right?" she says, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"I know, but I'm happy to do it," I reply, flashing her a smile.

I walk into the house and set the bags down. She follows behind me, a small smile playing on her lips.

"What?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow.

"Nothing. Just admiring the view," she says, her eyes traveling over my body.

I chuckle, closing the distance between us and wrapping my arms around her waist. I'm not ready for this to end, it just being the two of us, alone in the house.

"We still have some time before your Archer and your mom get home," I say, my lips ghosting over hers.

She hums in agreement, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulls me closer, her breath hot against my lips.

She's been sore and uncomfortable from her IUD, but she said this morning that the pain was pretty much gone, as well as the blood. I wasn't worried about the blood, but I didn't want to push her too far.

I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist. Her lips meet mine, hungry and needy, and I can't help but respond.

My tongue slips past her lips, tangling with hers, a low moan escaping her as she grinds against me. She tastes like the strawberry boba we shared earlier, and I can't get enough.

"You taste so fucking good," I growl, trailing kisses along her jaw and down her neck.

"So do you," she gasps, her head falling back, giving me better access.

I carry her up the stairs, our lips locked, until we reach my bedroom. I kick the door open and carry her inside, setting her down on the bed.

I strip off her clothes, leaving her bare before me, and take a moment to admire the view. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," I say, drinking her in.

I've seen a lot of naked women in my life but not a single one comes close to being half as beautiful, as flawless as Emma. She has these soft fleshy thighs with a stomach and ass to match. Skin that I love digging my fingers into. She has this little birthmark on her ribs. A small spot that's slightly darker than her skintone and is shaped like a moon that I love tracing with my tongue.