The Greek's Pregnant Lover

Chapter 19

The minx.

He was already hard, but the pressure grew more urgent as her soft touches on his scrotum continued. “You’re on dangerous ground there, pethi mou.”

“Am I?” She was no longer sitting on him, but her knees were still on either side of his.

He took that as an invitation and flipped onto his back, his breath expelling in a hard gust at the sight of her naked body above him. “You are so damn beautiful.”

“You’re prejudiced.”

“You think so, glyka mou? I think you could have made millions as a model.”

She smiled and shook her head. “Did you just call me sweet?”

“My sweet. You’re learning Greek.”

“Just that one.”

did, but even if their sex wasn’t based in some foolish romantic commitment, he was a possessive guy. It was just the way he was made and sometimes, the words yineka mou slipped out. She was

to explode, distracting him. He gave her his best

blue gaze went dark with passion as he’d known it would. “Do we have

wanted to visit more museums

convincing, but moved into position above his bobbing erection. “You look ready to

feel it,” he choked out gutturally from between clenched

breasts. “Neither of us has been with anyone else in

knew she’d tested every six months for a couple of years after finding out Art was such a damn tomcat and wasn’t surprised when she

the patch for birth control, so they didn’t need to worry about making a baby

so his hard length slid inside her

with every ounce of selfcontrol he had earned in his thirty-five years of life. She rewarded his restraint by dropping down and engulfing his entire length in her humid heat. Damn, massaging him had excited

mating and yet, not. Their supreme awareness of each other could be no less than human. Their gazes

a convulsive climax, but he didn’t have to worry. She was right there with him, her head thrown back, her pleasure falling from her lips in a keening cry that tingled

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