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.

him; she’d missed this so much. Being touched. Being held. She’d gotten very

without the least resistance. She adored his lovemaking, but she could do

from the way his lips moved

around her hips. The mattress was firm enough to support his sitting up easily. What brand was it? She couldn’t help

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

of heaven. He deepened the kiss, but with no sense of urgency, telling her silently that they had all the

in a natural movement. He caressed her cheek and temple

by the fact he hadn’t just missed sex with her. He seemed to have

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

why he was so relaxed. They’d never made the commitment toward monogamy. He could very well have found someone else back in

time with Cass, there’s a lot of reorganization of responsibilities going on.” 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 you over the past

been with anyone

bad.” He’d mentioned something to that effect, but she’d thought

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