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.

She blushes, biting her lip. "I could say the same about you."

I chuckle, leaning down and capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Her hands roam over my body, tugging at my shirt, and I can't resist her. I pull back and quickly strip off my clothes, tossing them to the side.

I push her back on the bed and kneel between her legs. Pushing them apart I settle in. I trail kisses along her inner thigh, teasing her, and she squirms, her breath coming in short pants. I switch to her other thigh, continuing my slow exploration, taking my time, and she moans, her hips rocking.

"Touch yourself," I growl, looking up at her.

She reaches down and starts rubbing her clit, her eyes locked on mine, and the sight is enough to drive me wild. I run my tongue along her wet slit, and she moans, her back arching off the bed.

God, the sounds she makes are enough to make me blow my load right now.

"Yes," she moans, her free hand tangling in my hair, pressing me further into her wet cunt.

I tease her with my tongue as her fingers circle her clit, and I can tell she's getting close. I push two fingers into her wet pussy and curl them, finding that perfect spot.

I don't know why so many men say that's it's hard to find that sweet spot, when it's literally right there.

She cries out, her legs shaking as her orgasm hits her, and I continue to fuck her with my fingers, drawing it out. Her thighs try to close around me, her hand in my hair torn between pressing me in and pulling me away. I grip her thighs, pushing them apart, her fleshy skin molding to my fingers.

I continue my assault until she's screaming. I love making her scream.

I pull away and kiss my way up her body, her hands roaming over my chest. I capture her lips in a passionate kiss, her taste on my tongue, and she moans, her hips rocking against me.

I push into her, groaning at the feel of her tight pussy around me. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I start to thrust, my pace hard and fast.

She moans, her nails digging into my back as I fuck her. "Scratch harder, baby girl," I growl, and she complies, her nails raking across my skin, the sting only fueling my desire.

Her moans fill the room, her hips meeting mine with each thrust, and I can tell she's getting close. She's always been such a responsive little thing.

"That's it, baby girl, come for me," I growl, slamming into her, and she cries out, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm hits her.

The sight is enough to push me over the edge, and I groan, burying myself in her and coming hard. I fill her, my cock twitching as her pussy squeezes me, milking every last drop. I want to fill her with my come every day for the rest of our lives.

She whimpers, her legs shaking as the aftershocks rock through her, and I collapse onto her, my face buried in her neck, breathing in her scent.

I finally catch my breath and pull out of her, rolling over onto my back. She curls into me, her head on my chest, and I wrap an arm around her, holding her close.

We lay there, our bodies entwined, the sweat cooling on our skin.

"I'm just going to lie here for a little big longer," she whispers, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest. "Before I have to go back to my room."

I knew she wouldn't stay in here tonight, not with her mom coming home. I had hoped, but I knew it was wishful thinking.

"Okay, baby girl," I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

The thought of her not being in my arms tonight bothers me. We've slept together almost every night since I arrived, and the thought of not having her by my side feels wrong. But, I know it's not something that I can change. I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep without her now.

Soft snores start to fill the air, and I can't help but chuckle. I can't blame her, though. It's been a long, exciting weekend.

I look at the clock and see that it's getting late. I need to get Emma up and get her back to her room. But what if I don't? What if I let her sleep and face the consequences in the morning? Would it really be that bad?

The more I think about it, the more I like the idea. I'll take the risk and deal with the fallout in the morning.

I carefully shift her weight, and she moves, her arm curling around me. The sight of her cuddled up against me fills me with warmth.

"Goodnight, baby girl," I whisper, pulling the covers over us. I turn off the light, the decision sealing our fate for the night.

***

A buzzing noise wakes me. It's my alarm, letting me know it's 7:00 AM. My eyes flutter open and adjust to the bright sunlight. My arms are still wrapped around Emma, her back pressed against my chest. I bury my face in her hair, breathing in her sweet scent.

I press a soft kiss to her cheek. "Time to wake up, baby girl."

She stirs, a soft groan escaping her. "Five more minutes," she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep. A moment of silence passes before her eyes bolt open. "Oh my god. Oh shit. We fells asleep!"

She sits up, pulling away from me, her eyes wide with panic. "I have to get my clothes on and get back to my room." She scrambles out of bed, her naked body on display, and I can't help but admire the view. I know I should get up and help her. I know I should be a little more worried, but I can't bring myself to.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chants, searching the floor for her clothes.

"Calm down, baby girl," I say, sitting up. "We'll figure this out."

"Calm down? We fell asleep. My mom and Archer are home, and we fucking fell asleep. They could have walked in and seen me naked, in your bed, with you," she hisses, tugging on her clothes.

I understand why she's freaking out. I should have woken her up last night, but I'm a selfish bastard. I wanted her in my arms for one more night.

"You get dressed and I'll go see where everyone is. I'll text you when it's safe for you to sneak back to your room," I say, sliding out of bed and grabbing my clothes.

"Okay," she says, running a hand through her hair, her gaze darting around the room.

I walk out of the room and down the hall. I can hear voices coming from downstairs. They're all in the kitchen, so Emma should be able to get to her room safely. I pull out my phone and send her a text.

"It's clear. Get to your room."

A few seconds later, the door opens and closes, and I hear the faint sound of footsteps on the stairs.

"Morning," I say, walking into the kitchen.

"Morning," they say in unison.

"How was the honeymoon?" I ask, sitting down at the table.

"It was amazing," Julie gushes. "The Bahamas were so beautiful, and the food was to die for.

"I'm glad you had a good time," I say, reaching for a plate of scrambled eggs.

"How was everything here?" Archer asks, a curious look in his eyes.

"Everything was fine. No issues," I assure him.

"I hope Emma didn't give you any trouble," Julie says, a hint of worry in her voice.

"Emma wasn't a problem," I say, giving her a smile. "Barely even noticed she was here."

Julie seems to relax at my words, but her brow furrows. "Good. Good. That's what I wanted to hear. Well, if you'll excuse me, I need to get unpacked and ready for work. Thank you again, Ares."

With that, she's gone, and I'm left alone with Archer. He leans back in his chair, studying me.

"How did things really go while we were gone?" he asks, his voice low.

I shrug. "Just like I said. Things were fine. Emma was no trouble. Like I said, I barely even noticed she was here."

He seems skeptical, but nods. "Alright, if you say so."

We sit in silence as we both resume eating breakfast.

"So what work brings you to the East Coast?" Archer asks, breaking the silence. "You don't have any offices here, do you?"

"No, I don't," I say. "Just needed to check on something, and then I'll be heading back."

"Check on what?" he asks, curious.

"I can't really say."

Archer nods, knowing better than to ask more. "Well, I'm glad you were able to come out and visit. We should get together more often. It's been too long."

"Yeah, it has."

My brother and I have always been close, but my decision to move to the West Coast to take over our uncle's company put a strain on our relationship. Since then, we've only seen each other a handful of times.

I hear footsteps padding down the hallway and look up to see Emma making her way into the kitchen.

She's dressed in a pair of black leggings and a white t-shirt, her still-damp hair pulled back into a messy bun. Her face is bare, free of any makeup, and she looks as beautiful as ever. She has her laptop and bag in her hands.

"Good morning," I say, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

"Good morning," she replies.

She makes her way over to the counter and pours herself a cup of coffee, adding a generous amount of cream and sugar. She takes a sip, her eyes meeting mine. I look at Archer, making sure he isn't looking at me, before looking back at Emma and winking at her.

She rolls her eyes and blushes. I love that about her.

She carries her coffee over to the island counter and sets her stuff down, her eyes darting between the two of us. "How was the honeymoon?" she asks, taking a seat next to me.

"Just perfect," Archer answers. "Hope you didn't mind sharing the house with my ass of a brother," he jokes, flashing me a smirk.

Emma smiles, her eyes meeting mine. "Not at all. He wasn't a problem," she replies. "Between school and hanging out with Skylar, I barely even noticed he was here."

Her words echo mine from earlier and I can't help but wonder if she had heard me, or if we are just that much alike.

"Well, good. Now, tell me what's been going on with you. How's the semester going?" Archer asks.

"It's going pretty good," she says, taking another sip of her coffee.

"Taking off for the wedding didn't mess with your grades or anything, right?" he asks, his brow furrowing.

"No, my grades are fine. Don't worry. I was able to work on my assignment at the hotel when I wasn't planning the wedding."

"Good. That's good," he says, leaning back in his chair. "Well, I need to finish getting ready for work, so I'll leave you two to it."

Archer gets up and leaves the room, leaving Emma and me alone.

"Hey," I say, turning to face her.

"Hey," she replies, a small smile on her face.

I glance back at the hallway, making sure Archer is out of view, before turning back to Emma and bringing my mouth to hers. She hums against my lips, the soft noise sending a shiver down my spine.

"You should sneak back to my room later tonight," I say, pulling away.

She bites her lip, her eyes searching mine. "I want to, but it's risky. My mom and Archer are home and could find out," she says, a note of apprehension in her voice.

"I know," I say, my thumb grazing her bottom lip. "But I don't know if I can sleep without you."

She blushes, her tongue flicking out to taste my finger. The contact sends a rush of heat straight to my cock.

"Me either," she confesses, her breath ghosting over my skin.

"Then come back to my room tonight. Let's spend the night together. Fuck the risks," I say, my voice low.

Her eyes meet mine, the conflict evident in them. She wants this as much as I do, but she's worried about the consequences. "I can't," she whispers. "What if they find out? What if my mom finds out?"

I know she's right and I understand her worries, but I don't care. I want her in my bed tonight.

"Baby girl, I need you," I say, pulling her close and pressing a kiss to her temple.

Her scent washes over me, and I inhale deeply. It's a mixture of her floral perfume and the soap she uses.

"We will find other ways to be together, but I can't chance it. I'm sorry," she says, a small smile playing on her lips, her eyes full of sadness.

I sigh, nodding. "Okay, baby girl."

She reaches out and cups my cheek, her thumb tracing my bottom lip. "Don't worry, I'll make it up to you."

I raise an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth. "Oh, you will, will you?"

She grins, leaning in and capturing my lips in a searing kiss. She tastes like coffee and sugar, and I can't get enough.

"I only have my morning class today," she murmurs, her lips brushing against mine. "If I rush home, it will give us at least an hour alone."

I nod, my mind racing with possibilities. "Sounds good. I'll be waiting for you."

She smiles and stands up, grabbing her bag. "I'll see you later."

She walks out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. An hour alone. We'll make it count.