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.”

he 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

aching hard-on felt ready to explode, distracting him. He gave her his

passion as he’d known it would. “Do we

even if she wanted to visit more museums in one day than

require any more convincing, but moved into position above his

choked out gutturally from between clenched teeth as

reach for a condom and he stayed her with a hand between her perfectly shaped breasts. “Neither of us has been with anyone else in almost two years. I’ve had two clean bills of health over that

a couple of years after finding out Art was such a damn tomcat and wasn’t surprised when she said,

let’s go bare.” She used the patch for birth control, so they didn’t need to

she breathed out, lowering her body so his hard length slid inside her moist

had to fight the urge to surge upward with every ounce of selfcontrol he had earned in his thirty-five years of life. She rewarded his restraint by dropping down

undeniable need. They moved together like animals mating and yet, not. Their supreme awareness of each

have to worry. She was right there with him, her head thrown back, her pleasure falling

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