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.”

do with my lips?” Every word brushed his lips

minicaress leading up to when she

Allowing her tongue to tease his, he kept his hands locked onto her

her feel like a freak for enjoying sex. Art had often made cutting comments about her behavior in

what Piper had been prepared to give. Zephyr, on the other hand, never made her feel dirty for getting lost in the physical. Her passion did not intimidate or disgust

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

from the way he touched and responded to her that he wasn’t thinking about anything but the

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

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 presence.

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

need slipped from her mouth to his. Her body rocked upward of its own volition,

body with his soon, she was going