The Greek's Pregnant Lover
Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Even more so when he had admitted what she had already suspected to be true after his reaction totheir first time—that he was not the same with other women. Unfortunately, Piper had allowed herself tobuild emotional ties on that flimsy pretext, while ominously lying to herself about what was going on inher own heart the whole time.

But was the pretext so flimsy?

Despite what his words the night before had implied, she was special to him. They were friends and hehad few enough of those, no matter how he liked to tease Neo to the contrary. Piper and Zephyr’ssexual relationship had already lasted longer than any other one he’d had as well. And she alreadyknew it drew out a side in Zephyr he did not regularly let loose.

So, in all three of those instances, she was not business as usual for the tycoon. Add that to the fact hewas vacationing for the first time since she’d known him, with her and for her benefit, and it all addedup to something special. Right?

Or was she grasping at straws as she had done with Art, not wanting to believe he was being unfaithfuluntil confronted by irrefutable evidence?

One thing she knew, she wasn’t going to lie to herself any longer. She loved Zephyr. Irrevocably andunequivocally. More than she’d ever loved Art, and she suspected more than she could ever loveanother person. But if Zephyr could not, or would not, love her, then she needed to stop this thingbetween them before she had no hope of coming out of it with a healable heart.

The thought of letting Zephyr go hurt so badly, an involuntary whimper slipped past her lips. He didn’twake up, but his arms tightened around her, only exacerbating the pain.

Because if she walked away from him, there would be no one there to comfort her.

And that led to her final decision. She wasn’t going to waste what might well be her last days withZephyr as even a pseudo-lover grieving a loss that had not come yet. She would squeeze every bit ofjoy out of their time together in Greece that she could.

Zephyr woke to the wonderfully pleasant experience of Piper giving him a massage. He was on hisstomach, his arms relaxed above his head and his legs stretched out under the light covering of asheet. She sat on his upper thighs, having an effect on him that he doubted she was going for.

Or maybe not. Piper was the most open and adventurous lover he’d ever had.

It bothered him that her moving him around had not woken him. His ability to incorporate her touch intohis dreams showed how deeply he trusted her. As did the secrets of his past he’d shared with her theday before.

He’d never been tempted to tell that story to another woman, and no other lover had been allowed tosleep in his bed, much less wake him with a massage. He’d thought he’d been so clever in pursuing asexual relationship without strings with the only woman he had ever considered a true friend. Now, herealized that kind of thing led to intimacies he did not crave.

He had to get his relationship with Piper back onto an even keel, or end at least the sexual side of it.Friendship and sex. Nothing more, and certainly nothing so deep it led to true confessions. He’d startedat the Plaka, the day before, buying her gifts and clamping down on that dangerous urge to talk.

She’d done him a favor waking him with the massage. It would lead to sex and that was something hecould handle. He didn’t open his mouth to blurt out things better left unsaid when it was busy pleasuringher.

“Mmm…” He stretched under her kneading fingers, rubbing his cheek against the bottom sheet, takingin the scent of their lovemaking from the night before.

Call him earthy, but he loved that smell and often put off their morning shower so he could enjoy it.

“Like that?” Her voice was husky as if she was getting as much out of this as he was.

“Very much. Are you sure you’ve never gone to massage therapy school?”

“It’s one of my many natural talents.” Humor laced that sweetly husky voice.

“I admit, I am grateful for this particular talent.”

“As you should be. So, I’m the only person in your life with this particular talent?”

“I’ve never asked Neo if he likes to give massages.”

Soft laughter tinkled above him. “I’m having a hard time imagining that conversation.”

“You’re not the only one.”

“There are no other women in your life who know how to relax your muscles like this? I replace that hard tobelieve.”

Was she fishing? He’d never asked her if she slept with other men, but he knew she didn’t. He didn’tmake it a habit to sleep with more than one woman at a time, either. It led to messy complications, andhe didn’t do messy. Though he was rarely with a woman long enough for it to become an issue, he stillfollowed his own rules. His longest liaisons could be measured in months, not years.