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.”

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

distracting him. He gave

as he’d known it would.

were not on a tight schedule, even if she wanted to visit more museums in one day than he usually

require any more convincing, but moved into position above his bobbing erection.

out gutturally from between clenched teeth as her slick feminine

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

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

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

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

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

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

he didn’t have to worry. She was right there with him, her head thrown back, her pleasure falling from her lips in

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