The Greek's Pregnant Lover

Zephyr shuddered. “So, you are not taking the contract.”

“Doing so would have made it impossible to do this property. I wasn’t willing to give up a chance at decorating a specialty resort in paradise for re-creating my first design in a series of cookie-cutter office buildings.”

One of the things she and Art had disagreed on, besides the whole issue of marital fidelity, was her need to create, not merely re-create. For Art, the bottom line was always money. While Piper craved security, she needed the chance to stretch her artistic muscles just as much.

“I’m glad.”

She smiled. “Good.”

“I’m equally pleased you are here with me now.” For a man like Zephyr, that was quite an admission.

It deserved rewarding, at the very least reciprocating honesty. Emotion she was doing her best to suppress colored her single-word answer. “Ditto.”

He made a sexy sound, very much like a growl, before pulling her to him for a scorching kiss. Finally.

this so much. Being touched. Being held. She’d gotten

threw herself into the kiss without the least resistance. She adored his lovemaking,

lips moved against hers, so could

herself being lifted and then she was straddling his thighs, her skirt rucked up around her hips. The mattress was firm enough

that mattered right now, the sensation of being held and kissed by the most amazing

with no sense of urgency, telling her silently that they had all the time in the world. He was the only man she’d ever known who treated kissing like an end

kiss broke for a moment, their lips sliding apart in a natural

warmed clear through and pleased by the fact he hadn’t just missed sex with her.

my clothes off after six weeks going without,” she whispered, the hushed quiet

that’s why he was so relaxed. They’d never made the commitment toward monogamy. He could very well

He gave her gentle baby kisses all over face and neck between words. “Even if you had been in Seattle, I would barely have seen

hadn’t been with anyone else,

that effect, but she’d thought he was just

better. For all his apparent affability, Zephyr Nikos was an almost brutally honest man. He’d warned her early in their association that he didn’t do “sensitive” and he hoped she could handle candor, even when it meant criticism. He’d been referring to their work association, but she’d gotten the impression