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.”

to do with my lips?” Every word brushed his

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

tease his, he kept his hands locked onto

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 say that

made

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

desires got in the way of a neat and tidy disrobing. Like now. It was clear from the way he touched and

nature of her tycoon to remain passive for long. And she waited

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 presence. A frisson of

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 to gently

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

with his soon, she was going