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.”

have something better to do with my lips?” Every word brushed his lips

making each one a minicaress leading up to when she pressed their

knew would not last. Allowing her tongue to tease his, he kept his

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 other hand, never made her feel dirty for getting lost in the physical. Her

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

or staining his 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 remain passive for long. And she waited with adrenaline-fueled anticipation for him to

did not disappoint her, erupting from his sitting position to spin them around and lay her against the bed once more. He came down over her, his body heat and

but she loved when her übersophisticated lover went caveman on her. 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

body rocked upward of its own volition, sharp

didn’t claim her body with his soon, she was going to lose her