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.”

lips?” Every word brushed his lips

She drew out the syllables, making each one a minicaress leading up to when she pressed their mouths together with serious

she knew would not last. Allowing her tongue to tease his, he kept his hands locked onto her hips while she tunneled her fingers through his gorgeous

same. He never made her feel like a freak for enjoying sex. Art had often

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

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

disrobing. Like now. It was clear from the way he touched and

wasn’t in the predatory nature of her tycoon to remain passive for long. And she waited with adrenaline-fueled

down over her, his body heat and the strength of his bulging muscles surrounding her with his solid

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 deep in his chest. Masculine fingers caressed her stomach, circling her belly button before moving up

upward of its own volition, sharp talons of sexual hunger piercing her and making her muscles tense and

body with his soon, she was