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.

so much. Being touched. Being held. She’d gotten very spoiled to seeing him so

without the least resistance. She adored his

lips moved

hips. The mattress was firm enough to support his sitting up easily.

as her brain focused on the only thing that mattered right now, the sensation of being held and kissed by the most amazing man she’d

idea of heaven. He deepened the kiss, but 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

kiss broke for a moment, their lips sliding apart in a natural movement. He caressed her

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

clothes off after six weeks going without,” she

was so relaxed. They’d never made the commitment toward monogamy. He could very well have found

back his hours to spend more 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

been with

to that effect, but she’d thought he

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 he was