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.

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

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

lips moved against hers, so could

and then she was straddling his thighs, her skirt rucked up around her hips. The mattress was firm enough to support

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

the kiss, but with no sense of urgency, telling her silently that they had all the time in

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 missed their connection almost as much as she

going without,” she whispered, the hushed quiet around

without. Maybe that’s why he was so relaxed. They’d never made the

myself busy at work. With Neo cutting 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 Seattle, I would barely have seen you over

implied he hadn’t been

that effect, but

didn’t do “sensitive” and he hoped she could handle candor, even when it meant criticism. He’d been referring to their work