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.”

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 his, for now. Maybe he should be more circumspect. Now that she was learning what

explode, distracting him. He gave

passion as

to visit more museums in one day than he

require any more convincing, but moved into position above his

gutturally from between clenched teeth as her slick

“Neither of us has been

out Art was such a damn tomcat

patch for birth control, so they didn’t need to worry about making a baby neither

breathed out, lowering her body so his hard length slid

earned in his thirty-five years of life. She rewarded

together like animals mating and yet, not. Their supreme awareness of each other could be no less than human. Their gazes locked and never broke once during the

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

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