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 to when she pressed their mouths

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

never made her feel like a freak for enjoying sex. Art had often made cutting comments about her behavior in bed, reining in her abandon. And then he’d had the temerity to

other hand, never made her feel

as deep and consuming. He didn’t posture or pretend. He wasn’t a man driven by appearances,

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 between them, the way their bodies pressed and writhed

to remain passive for long. And

came down over her, his body heat and the strength

His big body rubbed against hers; his hands were everywhere. But then so were hers. He touched her through her clothes, then shoved her silk top up her torso with a growling wound deep in his chest. Masculine fingers caressed her stomach,

Her body rocked upward of its own volition, sharp talons of sexual hunger piercing her and making her

body with his soon, she was going to lose