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41. Emma 🌶️

Beth drops me off a little after midnight. We stayed at the party for a couple more hours. Ares and I snuck a few more kisses and touches, but it wasn't nearly enough.

"Thanks for tonight, Beth," I say, smiling at her.

"Of course. Thank you for coming. And for being the belle of the ball," she laughs.

"Oh, stop," I protest, even though her words make me smile.

"I'm serious. You were the talk of the party. People were asking about you left and right."

"Wow, I had no idea. Thank you, Beth. That means a lot to me."

"Don't mention it," she smiles. "Now, go on and get some sleep. I'm sure you have a long day ahead of you."

"Yeah, probably. Good night, Beth."

As soon as Beth is out of sight, Ares steps out of his car, making his way towards me.

"Hey," he greets, a crooked smile on his lips.

"Hey," I grin.

"So, what's the verdict? Can I see your new place?"

I think about teasing him, but honestly, I need him so badly right now. My whole body is thrumming with anticipation. He follows me inside, and as soon as the door closes, I'm pushing him against the wall, kissing him like my life depends on it. I feel like I haven't breathed since he left.

Ares is just as eager, his hands exploring every inch of me. We break apart, gasping for air, and he rests his forehead against mine.

"Emma," he rasps, his voice thick with desire. "I need you."

"I need you, too," I confess, my fingers fumbling with his tie.

"Fuck, babygirl. I've missed you," he growls, lifting me into his arms.

I wrap my legs around his waist and hold onto his shoulders as he carries me down the hall.

"It's that door," I tell him, pointing to my bedroom door. I pepper kisses along his jaw, his beard tickling my lips.

"God, Emma," he breathes, opening the door.

The room is dark, but Ares easily navigates his way to the bed. He lays me down gently, hovering above me.

"Emma," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What is it, Ares?"

"I want to be yours. And I want you to be mine. For good."

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend, wife. Whatever you want, babygirl."

"Yes. Yes. Of course. I'll be anything you want."

Ares grins and pulls me into his arms, his lips crashing down on mine. The kiss is full of passion and promise, and I can't get enough.

Ares moves down my body, his hands and lips exploring every inch of me. He shrugs off his suit jacket as he moves, leaving him in just his shirt and pants.

He stands at the end of the bed and pulls off his tie, the fabric slipping through his fingers. Ares smirks, his eyes never leaving mine as he wraps the tie around my wrists and ties them to the headboard.

"I've missed you, babygirl. Missed this," he groans, his lips ghosting across the inside of my thigh.

"Me too. Oh, fuck," I cry, as his mouth closes over my clit.

He laps at me, his tongue circling the sensitive nub.

I arch my back, trying to grind against his face. He chuckles, his hands gripping my thighs and keeping me still.