Emilia

"Aiden!" I yell, sitting on top of his warm, muscular body. He doesn't budge.

I shake his arms, and he lets out a small grunt. "We were up so late last night baby, it's Saturday let's sleep." He pleads in a groggy voice, "Come back here." He tries to pull me down, but I slip from his grip.

I tug the heavy comforter off his body and admire how his inked skin looks against the black silk sheets. "Hey!" His tone is deep, and angry. I don't care.

I jump up and down, far enough away from him so he can't snatch me. I rush over to the floor to ceiling windows in our bedroom and point outside, "It's snowing!" I squeal, "Get up! Ash and Ricky will be here for breakfast in thirty. I blow him a kiss as I rush out of the room, but I don't miss the smile that plays on his face.

While I twirl in my robe in the kitchen getting breakfast ready, I try and ignore the bodyguards that line the property and periodically walk through each room. I miss Howard, I know he's keeping my mom safe but I want everyone I love under this roof. But my mom has a life, and it would raise suspicion if I kidnapped her.

I lick the wooden spoon, making sure the pancake batter is perfect. I stiffen when strong arms grab my shoulders and twirl me around. Aiden peers down at me, his hands pinned onto the countertop behind me. His voice is gruff, and sleepy. "Change. Now." He kisses me on the cheek, gesturing to my robe.

I roll my eyes and playfully swat him with my hand, "Aiden, no one's looking at me. They're guards."

He rolls his lip between his teeth, "I'm looking at you." He breathes into my neck, his minty aftershave invading my senses. "And you have five seconds before I lift you on this counter so I can have a snack." I blush at his words and begin to run away.

I look back when I hear the sound of a pan sizzling, he's pouring the pancake batter into the pan, and looking wistfully sexy doing so.

I pull on leggings, jeans and layer sweaters on before returning to the kitchen.

Ash and Ricky walk in just in time, head to toe in cold weather gear. I can't contain my excitement. I haven't told them the good news yet. "Guess what?"

They both tilt their heads at me, Ricky grabs a piece of bacon from a plate while Ash looks me up and down in question.

"I have a bakery!" I squeal.

"Shut up!" She looks to Aiden, and then rushes to give him a hug.

"Celebration time!" Ashley runs to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of chilled champagne. Aiden takes it from her before the cork comes out. "Hey!" She scolds.

"You were aiming it at Ricky's head I didn't think you'd want to give him a black eye."

I pull out the orange juice, "Mimosa time." I smile, setting some glasses out.

We eat the 'delicious' burnt pancakes Aiden made.

Then head outside.

*

"Girls against guys." I state, drawing a barrier into the snow with a stick. "Loser has to serve the winner drinks." My mimosa buzz is slowly drawing to a close and tonight I want to get in the hot tub and relax while snow drifts around us.

Me and Ashley form a game plan, shielding ourselves behind a rock wall near the empty fountain. The guys immediately begin to pummel snow in our direction while we struggle to make solid snowballs that don't disperse into the air upon throwing them.

The guards realize our situation, and sneakily they get us snowballs ready from behind our barricade. They pack the snow in, creating a sturdy weapon. I lunge them at the guys, Ashley too. The guards can't make them fast enough. They sit, their backs against their wall, in their suits on the wet ground, normally straight-faced serious men. But you can't miss their smiles while they stack snowballs for us.

"They're quick!" Ricky says to Aiden, as we pelt them with freshly rolled balls of snow. Not having to worry about making our own makes us unstoppable.

Aiden stops, clutching his chin. "Yeah, too quick-" I pelt him with a ball before he can think, "That's it!" He lunges for me with a crooked grin.

With a war cry, we exit our barricade and I go straight for Aiden. I tackle him into the snow, straddling him as he throws snow above our heads, "Come here, babe." He smiles, I lean down for a kiss and then without warning he bucks me off into the fluffy snow.

I collapse into it, sinking down. He grabs my hand that's sticking out and yanks me upright. "You're so short, you just... disappeared." He bends over laughing, and that's when I hop on his back.

"You tricked me!"

"Oh, Emilia, I tricked you?" He places his hands behind his back and walks behind our rock wall, his eyes wide as he takes in the security detail behind our post. "I think you tricked us seeing as how the guards were bringing you guys extra artillery."

I jump on his back. "Ash!" I yell as he tries to throw me off. "Get him!" She's already ready, snowball in hand.

We claim victory, and begin our winner's celebration with the guys bringing us drinks.

Aiden

So, Emilia is currently tipsy... okay, more like shit faced. Mimosas since morning will do that. But today has been perfect. And the way Emilia's skin is flushed in pink from the cold and running around all day is adorable.

Plus, everyone deserved a break so that was nice. We don't know what's coming for us, but we're prepared and ready.

"Baaaaaaaaaaabe." She yells, biting her lip when I look her way. "Hot tub time." She says, twirling her hair. I know exactly what she really wants, too bad she's drunk.

I'm thankful Ash and Ricky went home, because she's very flirty when she's been drinking like this.

I shove a plate in front of her, "Eat this and then get changed." I disappear into the room, leaving her with a sandwich to hopefully sober her up while I get changed.

**

The moonlight cast a glow on the snow-filled backyard, "It's fucking freezing." I tell her as we make our quick entrance into the hot tub. Her white bikini matches the scenery.

I admire her body as she sinks her feet into the hot water. She thaws as she sits, rolling her shoulders as well as her head. Fuck, I wish she wasn't drunk right now. That sandwich didn't do a damn thing to sober her up, and this hot tub will only worsen her state.

She looks up at me, steam rising from the water covers us in a blanket. Her honey eyes are so fucking perfect, damnit. "I've never gotten fucked in a hot tub." She deadpans, running her hands through her dark hair.

Just like that, my dick is throbbing.

"You've never been fucked anywhere but where I've taken you." I remind her, she scoots closer to me, rolling her lip in between her teeth. Shit.

I place my hand on the back of her neck, "You're being awfully naughty tonight, I like it."

"Do something about it." She says with sultry eyes.

I shake my head, hesitantly. "It's a shame you're drunk."

She stands, slowly untying the strap from the bottom of her bikini. While I can't do anything with her while she's drunk, I can admire her. I lean back in the seat, knowing full well I already put all the guards on house duty and front yard duty, I threatened them if they looked towards the backyard that would be the last thing they would see. I knew she would be in a skimpy bikini tonight, and that's for my eyes only. I'm feeling extremely territorial lately. An uneven smile forms on my lips at the sight of her.

Her bottoms float on the bubbles, I admire how exposed she is for me.

She steps down into the water, her eyes pinned to mine. I love her confidence when she drinks, but I also love her shyness when she's sober. Fuck, I just love anything she does.

"Take me." She begs in an adorable whiny voice. I clench my fist.

"You're drunk." I remind her.

Without saying a word, she unties her top. Her perfect breast are half-submerged in the bubbly tub. Perky nipples beg to be bitten by me, but I refrain. I rub myself trying to release some of the tension from the throbbing.

When she realizes I'm not going to take advantage of her when she's been drinking and I'm fully sober. She huffs and attempts to take a confident stride but she trips over her own feet, splashing into the warm water. The drops drip down her soft skin. I would have caught her, but she held up a hand for me to not. "Funny." She says, "You say you own me, but when I'm here begging for you to take me." She shrugs, "You deny me."

"Watch your tone." I warn, cocking a brow at her. "And I do own you. Every fucking inch of your perfect body is mine." I growl, narrowing my eyes at her.

Rolling her eyes, she walks towards the stairs. Completely naked, "I'm a bit thirsty, need anything?" She smiles.

I give her a knowing look, "Don't you fucking dare Emilia."

She barely steps out before I grab her by the back of the neck and yank her into the water. Instantly, her legs wrap around my waist. "You drive me fucking crazy."

She giggles, sliding her hand down my chest and rubbing me through my swim trunks. Fuck. "Come here." She begs in a low musical voice.

I let out a breath, her hand on me feels so good. "Em..." She kisses my neck. "You're drunk."

I lower us further into the water, sitting down onto the bench seat while the jet hits my back and she straddles me. It's taking everything in me not to ram my cock in every hole on her body.

"It's okay. Please." She begs, fuck, I love when she begs for my cock.

I can't help myself. "Tell me how much you want it, baby."

She spreads her legs further and guides my hands to her slit. I rub it, biting my lip as I watch her face soften. "Please, please fuck me."

"I don't want to take advantage of you," I say, desperately wishing that she hadn't drank all day.

She leans down into my ear, her voice sultry and smooth. "Please, Aiden. Please, do whatever you want to me. Take me. Take advantage of my body, it's yours. You own me and you can do as you please with me. Whenever your cock throbs for me, I will spread my legs for you." What the... fuck me. Fuck it.

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