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.”

than 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 mou slipped out. She was his, for now. Maybe

aching hard-on felt ready to explode, distracting him.

blue gaze went dark with passion as he’d known it

tight schedule, even if she wanted to visit more museums

require any more convincing, but moved into position above

it,” he choked out gutturally from between clenched teeth as her slick

breasts. “Neither of us has been with anyone else in almost two years. I’ve

every six months for a couple of years after finding out Art was such a damn tomcat and wasn’t

they didn’t need to worry about making a baby neither of

her body so

said that word that she always chided him for and 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

at him in undeniable need. They moved together like animals mating and yet, not. Their supreme awareness of each other could be no

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

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