When we arrive, Ares gets out of the car, rounding the front to open my door for me. I bolt for my room. I need to put some distance between us, to sort out my thoughts.

"Emma," Ares calls after me, his voice echoing through the house.

"I need to change," I shout over my shoulder, not slowing down.

I lock the door behind me, leaning against it as I catch my breath. My heart is racing, and my skin feels flushed. I can't stop thinking about Ares's touch, the way his eyes burned into mine.

I undress, stripping off my clothes and stepping into the shower. The water is cool and refreshing, and I take my time washing my hair and scrubbing my body.

I dry off and slip on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I run a comb through my hair, braiding it back, and take a few deep breaths. I need to get a grip. I can't let Ares get to me like this.

I unlock the door and open it. Ares is standing there, his hand raised as if he were about to knock.

"Hey," he says, his voice soft.

"Hi," I respond, my voice barely above a whisper.

He takes a step closer, his gaze intense. I can't tear my eyes away. "Listen, I don't want things to be weird between us," he begins, his voice low and husky.

I nod, unable to find my voice.

"I'm sorry about earlier," he continues, his hand brushing against mine. "I shouldn't have pushed you. I just can't control myself around you. It's fucked up, I know. I sound like some kind of predator. But I swear, I'm not typically like this."

I swallow hard, my pulse racing. "I, um," I manage to get out.

"You're a beautiful, smart woman. I know you can take care of yourself. But now that I'm, I don't know, your uncle, it's not right for me to have these feelings. I just can't stop thinking about that night. The way you moaned under my touch. The way you begged for more. The way you came on my fingers, clenching around me, your body trembling."

His words send a shiver down my spine, and a familiar ache settles in my core. His voice is low and husky, and his words are full of desire.

"I can't stop thinking about it, either," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "But we can't."

"Tell me you don't want it. That you truly do not want me, and I'll step back. I'll stop with all this flirting and touching and teasing."

"I..." I swallow hard, my pulse racing. I don't want to say it. It's not true. But if I admit that, there's no going back.

"Say it, Emma," he commands, his voice low and husky.

I hesitate, the words caught in my throat.

He steps closer to me, cupping my face in his large hand. "Please."

The plea, the way he looks at me, his eyes burning with desire, his voice laced with need. My resolve crumbles.

"I can't," I whisper, the words hanging in the air between us. "I can't say I don't want you, because that would be a lie."

He closes the distance between us, his lips claiming mine in a heated kiss. His tongue delves into my mouth, and I can't help but moan. His hands roam over my body, caressing and exploring.

We stumble toward the bed, the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress. His hand slips under my shirt, a growl escaping him when he finds my bare breast. His thumb brushes over my nipple, and I arch into his touch, my body aching for more.

His kisses trail down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. "You're so fucking sexy," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I can't wait to taste you, to feel you come apart on my tongue."

My breath hitches, and my heart races. The thought of his mouth on me, his tongue delving into my most intimate parts, is almost too much.

He pulls my shirt off, his lips claiming mine again. His hand cups my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple. He pinches it lightly, and a gasp escapes me.

"I want to hear you, Emma," he growls, his voice a low rumble. "I want to hear every sound you make."

I can't hold back, can't resist the urge to obey. Every touch, every kiss, is driving me closer to the edge, and I can't seem to catch my breath.

His lips move lower, trailing kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. He sucks and nibbles on the sensitive skin, eliciting a moan from me.

His fingers tease and torment, his tongue dancing across my skin. Every touch, every caress, sends shivers of pleasure through me.

The sensations are overwhelming, and I can't help but arch into his touch, craving more.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he groans, his breath hot against my skin. "So fucking perfect."

I can't respond, can't find the words. All I can do is feel. The weight of his body pressed against mine, the heat of his skin, the pleasure coursing through me. It's intoxicating, addictive.

Ares's hand slips into my shorts, his fingers finding my slick folds. I arch into his touch, desperate for more.

He chuckles, the sound low and husky. "So fucking wet for me," he murmurs, his fingers circling my clit. "I bet you're aching for me, aren't you?"

"Yes," I gasp, unable to hold back the word.

He presses two fingers inside me, stretching me open. The feeling is delicious, and I can't help but roll my hips, urging him on.

"Such a greedy girl," he purrs, his lips ghosting over my ear. "But you're going to have to wait. You're not allowed to come until I say so."

The words are like a bucket of cold water, and they pull me out of the haze of pleasure.

"I want to hear you beg for it," he growls, his fingers curling inside me.

The feeling is delicious, and I can't help but grind against his hand.

"Please," I whimper, the word falling from my lips.

"What was that?" he taunts, his breath hot against my ear.

"Please," I gasp, arching into his touch. "Please, Ares."

"That's better," he purrs, his fingers circling my clit. "Such a good girl, begging so prettily."

The praise goes straight to my core, and I can't help but writhe beneath him. He's relentless, his fingers stroking and teasing.

I'm on the verge of losing control, the pleasure building and building. I'm right on the edge, and all it would take is one more stroke, one more touch.

"Come for me," he commands, his voice a low growl.

My body obeys, the pleasure exploding through me. My hips buck, and a scream escapes me. The orgasm is intense, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me.

He rides out the waves of pleasure with me, his fingers still stroking my sensitive flesh.

"That's it, good girl," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. I love being his good girl.

My body goes limp, spent from the intense orgasm.

"That's it, baby. Just relax," he croons, his voice soothing.

I close my eyes, reveling in the afterglow.

"So perfect," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear.

I hum, feeling satisfied and content.

"How do you feel?" he asks, his fingers ghosting over my skin.

"Amazing," I sigh.

He chuckles, his breath warm against my neck. "Open your mouth, baby."

I obey, and he slips his fingers into my mouth. I suck on them, tasting myself. The scent and taste of me is intoxicating, and I can't get enough.

He groans, his cock hardening against my thigh. "Fuck, that's so fucking hot," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

My hands explore his body, roaming over the firm planes of muscle. He's rock-hard, his skin smooth and warm.

I reach for the waistband of his pants, wanting to feel him, to take him in my hand.

He chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. "Not yet, baby. You have to earn that again."

I whine, frustrated. I want him, need him.

He grasps my wrists, pulling my hands away from him. "Patience, sweetheart," he croons.

I writhe beneath him, arching my hips against him.

He groans, his eyes burning into mine. "What am I going to do with you? Such a needy little thing."

"I'll be good," I promise, my voice breathless.

He laughs, a low, rumbling sound. "Oh, I know you will. You'll be the best little girl for me."

The possessiveness in his voice sends a shiver of pleasure through me.

He rolls off me, standing beside the bed. His pants are tented, his cock straining against the fabric. I want to touch him, to taste him, but I know I need to be patient.

"Come here, sweetheart," he murmurs, reaching for me.

I crawl toward him, the ache between my thighs intensifying once again.

He strokes my cheek, his eyes burning into mine. "Get on your knees, baby," he commands, his voice rough.

I obey, sliding off the bed and sinking to my knees in front of him. He grips the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head.

"You're such a good girl for me," he croons, his fingers tangling in my hair.

I reach for the waistband of his pants, eager to free his cock.

"Patience," he murmurs, pulling my hands away. "Be a good girl and wait for it."

I whine, the need for him growing.

"Shh," he soothes, stroking my cheek. "You'll get what you need. You'll get everything you need."

The promise sends a shiver of anticipation through me. I look up at him, his eyes burning into mine.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" he asks, his voice a low rumble.

I nod, my throat dry.

He unzips his pants, his cock springing free. It's thick and long, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

My mouth waters, and I can't resist leaning forward, licking the head.

He groans, his grip tightening in my hair.

"That's it, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

I swirl my tongue around the tip, savoring the taste.

He pulls me forward, urging me to take him in my mouth.

I eagerly obey, wrapping my lips around his cock and taking him as deep as I can.

"Fuck, that's it," he groans, his fingers tugging at my hair, pressing me harder against him.

I bob my head, my cheeks hollowing as I suck him.

He guides me, setting a steady rhythm, his hips thrusting. He's in control and he wants me to know it. He's taking his pleasure from me and I'm more than happy to let him.

"You're so good at this," he groans, his cock hitting the back of my throat. "Such a good little girl for me."

His words send a shiver of pleasure through me, and I redouble my efforts, determined to make him come.

The sound of his voice is low and raspy, the praise sending a shiver down my spine. "Yeah, that's it. Take all of it," he growls, his cock swelling in my mouth.

I can't wait to taste him, to swallow his release.

He thrusts harder, his grip tightening in my hair.

I can tell he's getting close, his breathing ragged.

"Fuck, I'm going to come," he groans, his cock pulsing.

I suck harder, desperate to taste him.

With a strangled cry, he spills down my throat, his seed coating my tongue.

I swallow it down, savoring the salty-sweet taste.

"That's it, drink it all," he murmurs, his fingers stroking my cheek.

I suck him clean, his cock softening in my mouth.

"You're amazing, baby," he says, helping me up.

He cups my face, kissing me. His tongue delves into my mouth, tasting himself on my tongue.

The kiss is tender, full of passion. It leaves me breathless and wanting more.

I'm so caught up, so lost in Ares, that I barely register the sound of knocking.

"Emma?" the voice on the other side of the door calls out.

Shit. That's Skylar. I forgot she was coming over today.

I bolt up, pushing Ares away from me. "Shit, shit, shit," I curse, looking around the room. I find my shirt on the floor and hastily put it back on.

Ares is quick to do the same, fixing his pants.

"Get in my closet," I hiss, grabbing his arm and shoving him toward the door.

He goes willingly, stepping into the small space. His large frame barely fits.

I close the door behind him, then run my hands through my hair, trying to calm myself.

"Coming," I call, my voice shaking slightly.

Skylar is standing in the living room when I open the door. Her blonde hair is tied back in a ponytail, and she's wearing a crop top and yoga pants. She's got a duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

"Hey," she greets, a bright smile on her face.

"Hi," I say, hoping she can't sense how flustered I am.

"Are you okay? You look a little flushed. You might be running a fever," she says, bringing the back of her hand to my forehead.

"I'm fine," I assure her. "Just, uh, working out."

She nods, seeming to accept my excuse. "Are we still swimming today? You look like you're dying."

"Yeah, let's swim," I say, glad for the change in subject. "I just have to change."

"Sounds good. I'll go set up the chairs," she says, walking toward the pool.

I head back to my room, closing the door behind me. Ares is still in the closet, and I breathe a sigh of relief that Skylar didn't see him.

"That was close," I whisper.

Ares steps out of the closet, his eyes locked on mine. "Too close," he says, his voice low and husky.

"Anyway. Skylar is here to swim, so I need to change and go out there or she will come back in looking for me."

"Then change. I can wait," he says, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Um, no. Not with you watching me," I say, blushing.

"Why not?" he asks, cocking an eyebrow.

"Because," I stammer, "because, because... just because, okay?"

"Not an answer," he counters, a smirk playing on his lips. He grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling me closer to him.

"Ares, I'm serious. I have to be out there in like two seconds."

He doesn't say anything, instead he lifts the hem of my shirt. His tongue darts out and traces the heavy underside of my breast.

"Ares, I mean it," I whine, even though I can feel my nipples tightening.

He ignores me, moving his mouth to my other breast and doing the same thing. He's driving me crazy.

"What if Skylar comes back in?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

His teeth graze over my sensitive nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

"What if she catches us?" I continue, trying to ignore the feeling of his lips against my skin.

With a quick, hard yank, he pulls my shorts down and his fingers are inside of me. My protests die on my lips, replaced by a moan.

"Fuck, I love this tight little pussy," he groans, his fingers pumping inside of me. "Always so wet and ready for me."

My mind is hazy with pleasure, his fingers stroking me just right. My walls clench around him, my orgasm building, but then he pulls out.

"No," I protest, "don't stop."

He chuckles, his voice a low rumble. "Shouldn't you be getting dressed to swim? Skylar is waiting for you."

I groan, the ache between my thighs throbbing.

"Later, sweetheart," he promises, pressing a kiss to my neck. "I'll make you come so hard, you'll see stars."

His words send a shiver of desire through me. I can't wait for later.

"Okay, fine," I sigh, grabbing a swimsuit from my dresser.

He smirks, his gaze lingering on my naked body.

I change quickly, slipping into a bikini. The top is a halter style, tying behind my neck and covering my breasts. The bottom is a cheeky cut, showing off my ass.

"Mmm, perfect," Ares murmurs, his eyes raking over me.

I blush, grabbing a towel and covering myself. "Shut up," I mutter, trying to ignore the way his gaze makes me feel.

He smirks, following me as I leave the bedroom and make my way outside.