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 his

by the time he carried her to the bed and

nausea. She groaned and swallowed convulsively as the sensation grew acute when she tried to

“Ugh…get off, Zee.”

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

is finally making itself

brain seemed to catch up with his mouth and he asked,

“Morning nausea.”

jumped out of the bed with entirely too much energy. “I read about that. There are several recommendations, but the most popular is flat

flattened ginger ale on hand in the kitchen?” she asked, for the moment

is supposed to help. I’ve got the necessary

“Fine.”

and a glass of amber liquid. “Take small sips and eat at least five crackers slowly before trying to

to get out of bed was met with

every night, I can make sure you have

spoiled to having me available for your nightlong cuddle.” For a man

I can