The Greek's Pregnant Lover

“I’m already there.”

“No, but you will be soon.”

He arched up with his hips and used the steel rod between his legs to caress her intimate flesh.

She arched and cried out as his head brushed right over her swollen clitoris. “I want you inside me!”

“Soon.” Before she had a chance to complain, he grabbed her corselet-covered waist and shifted her so the opening to her body was poised directly where it needed to be. He brought her down and surged up all in one movement, which elicited a scream of pure pleasure from her and a matching agonized groan from him.

Her restraint broke and she started rocking against him with pure intent. He met her thrust for thrust until they climaxed together, their bodies caught in the rigor mortis of la petite mort for long seconds of bliss so complete, his vision went dark at the edges.

She collapsed against his chest, breathing so hard he got a little worried. He immediately started working on the ties of the corselet, getting it off of her faster than he was sure she’d managed to get into it.

The red marks where it had pressed into her skin were sexy, but he shook his head. “No more corselets or corsets, either, not until after the baby is born.”

She fluttered her hand at him, so sated her eyes were mere slits of presleeping exhaustion. “Whatever.”

“Thank you. You give the best gifts.”

she slurred against

her to the bed and tucked her between the sheets,

swallowed convulsively as the sensation grew acute when she tried to sit up. She fell back on the bed, but that didn’t help.

“Ugh…get off, Zee.”

in bed, giving her a look of intense inquiry. The man was almost inhuman sometimes. “What is the

baby is finally making

brain seemed to catch

“Morning nausea.”

and he jumped out of the bed with entirely too much energy. “I read about that. There are several recommendations, but the most popular is flat ginger ale and soda crackers. I’ve got some

ginger ale on hand in the kitchen?” she asked, for the moment her incredulity winning over the morning

so there’s actually ginger in the beverage. That’s what is supposed to help. I’ve got the necessary inventory for the other suggestions as well, but let’s

“Fine.”

saltines and a glass of amber liquid. “Take

next attempt to get out of bed was met with a much more mild form

make sure you have

be no more nights spent apart. “You’ve gotten spoiled to having me available for your nightlong

can