The Greek's Pregnant Lover

“Cass makes him laugh.” The strange tone was there again and no more comprehensible to Piper.

Regardless, she could not picture Neo Stamos laughing. “He really must be in love.”

“Yes.”

She might not be able to interpret that tone, but Piper did know something about it bothered her. She scooted up his lap so the silk panties covering her were directly over the hard bulge behind his zipper.

Whatever was going on in Zephyr’s head, his desire for her had not abated by even a centimeter.

He needed to relax and forget about Stamos & Nikos Enterprises for a while. She knew just how to help him do that.

She leaned forward and spoke against his lips. “No more talking, Zephyr.”

my lips?”

out the syllables, making each one a minicaress leading up

his, he kept his hands locked onto her hips while she tunneled her fingers through his

most adored about making love with this man was how totally into it he got. And how much he liked when she did the same. He never made her feel like a freak for enjoying sex. Art had often made cutting comments about her

Piper had been prepared to give. Zephyr, on the other hand, never made her feel dirty for getting lost in

just as deep and consuming. He didn’t posture or pretend.

clothes when their desires got in the way of a neat and tidy disrobing. Like now. It was clear from the way he touched and responded to her that he wasn’t thinking about anything but the pleasure

passive for long. And she waited with adrenaline-fueled anticipation

them around and lay her against the bed once more. He came down over her, his body heat and the strength of his bulging muscles surrounding her with his solid

against hers; his hands were everywhere. But then so were hers. He touched her through her clothes, then shoved her silk top up

rocked upward of its own volition,

his soon, she