The Greek's Pregnant Lover

Even more so when he had admitted what she had already suspected to be true after his reaction to their first time—that he was not the same with other women. Unfortunately, Piper had allowed herself to build emotional ties on that flimsy pretext, while ominously lying to herself about what was going on in her own heart the whole time.

But was the pretext so flimsy?

Despite what his words the night before had implied, she was special to him. They were friends and he had few enough of those, no matter how he liked to tease Neo to the contrary. Piper and Zephyr’s sexual relationship had already lasted longer than any other one he’d had as well. And she already knew it drew out a side in Zephyr he did not regularly let loose.

So, in all three of those instances, she was not business as usual for the tycoon. Add that to the fact he was vacationing for the first time since she’d known him, with her and for her benefit, and it all added up to something special. Right?

Or was she grasping at straws as she had done with Art, not wanting to believe he was being unfaithful until confronted by irrefutable evidence?

One thing she knew, she wasn’t going to lie to herself any longer. She loved Zephyr. Irrevocably and unequivocally. More than she’d ever loved Art, and she suspected more than she could ever love another person. But if Zephyr could not, or would not, love her, then she needed to stop this thing between them before she had no hope of coming out of it with a healable heart.

The thought of letting Zephyr go hurt so badly, an involuntary whimper slipped past her lips. He didn’t wake up, but his arms tightened around her, only exacerbating the pain.

walked away from him, there would be no one there to

decision. She wasn’t going to waste what might well be her last days with Zephyr as even a pseudo-lover grieving a loss that had not come yet. She would squeeze every

his head and his legs stretched out

Piper was the most open and adventurous lover

His ability to incorporate her touch into his dreams showed how deeply he trusted her. As did the secrets of his

wake him with a massage. He’d thought he’d been so clever in pursuing a sexual relationship without strings with the only woman he had

keel, or end at least the sexual side of it. Friendship and sex. Nothing more, and certainly nothing so deep it led to

and that was something he could handle. He didn’t open his mouth to blurt out

rubbing his cheek against the bottom sheet, taking in the scent of their lovemaking

often put off their morning shower

was husky as if she was getting as much out of this

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