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.”

in some foolish romantic commitment, he was a possessive

to explode, distracting him. He gave her his best cajoling

as he’d known it

were not on a tight schedule, even if she wanted to visit more museums in

position

from between clenched teeth as her slick feminine flesh

her perfectly shaped breasts. “Neither of

she’d tested every six months for a couple of years after finding out

patch for birth control, so they didn’t need to worry

her body so his hard length slid

earned in his thirty-five years of

in undeniable need. They moved together like animals mating and yet, not.

was right there with him, her head thrown back, her pleasure falling from her lips in

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