The Greek's Pregnant Lover
Chapter 9

Chapter 9

He looked down at her, his dark eyes practically black with desire. “Okay?”

She answered with a tilt of her pelvis, taking him in as deep as he would go. The feel of his blunt headpushing inexorably against her cervix sparked another orgasm, this one deep inside, an intensecontraction of her womb that tilted between pain and pleasure.

Though she didn’t think she’d done anything to reveal the shock of internal delight, his openly feralgaze gleamed with satisfaction.

And then he started moving, setting a rhythm that both demanded her participation and coaxed it fromher with jolt after jolt of electric pleasure.

They moved together with an urgency that would not be denied. It was only minutes before he wastearing his lips from her and roaring out his release.

Shockingly, her body contracted around him in a third muted climax sparked by the final swelling of hishardness pressing against her G-spot with inflexible pressure.

He said a four-letter word.

“I prefer the term making love.” She grinned tiredly, her entire body boneless from the overwhelmingcataclysm that had been their joining.

He barked out a laugh and shook his head. “That was incredible.”

“That’s one word for it.” She looked down their bodies. They were both practically dressed. Clothesunzipped and moved out of the way only as much as absolutely necessary to make their copulatingpossible. “Earthshaking is another.”

“That’s two words.”

“And two more words for you—still dressed.”

His gaze traveled the path hers had and he took in their still dressed condition with widening eyes.“Unbelievable.”

He sounded as shocked as she felt, which struck her as unbelievably funny and she started laughing.Soon his laughter joined hers and he had to grab the condom before rolling off her as their humorcontinued unabated for long minutes.

He stood up and disposed of the condom before yanking off slacks that looked like they belonged onthe jumble heap. “I wonder what the dry cleaner is going to think of that.”

“Do you really care?”

“No.” He finished undressing and then started working on her clothes. “Your panties are goners, but Ithink the dry cleaner can save your skirt.”

“You could have the decency to sound at least a little apologetic about that.”

“Why? What is a single pair of panties in comparison to the pleasure we both just enjoyed?”

Too true, but it wouldn’t do for her to say so. “They were my favorite pair.”

“Oh, really?” He gave her his patented doubtful frown that had sent more than one negotiator topplingtoward defeat. “I don’t recall seeing them before. Ever. And I think I have more than a noddingacquaintance with the delectable bits of fabric you choose to cover your own even more enticing bits.”

“Charmer.” Then she gave him a fake pout. “I bought them new for today.”

“So how could they be your favorites?”

“They were my new favorites.”

“Well, they’re rubbish now.” And really? He didn’t sound even sort of bothered by that.

Which she liked. A lot. Still, she wasn’t ready to cede the game completely. “I thought you’d like them.”

“I did. Couldn’t you tell?”

She laughed, feeling joyous and free. “I’m only going to forgive you because I had multiple orgasms.”

“Three of them. In a very short period,” he added with welldeserved smugness. “It makes me wonderwhat I can do with the rest of the night.”

What he did was make love to her until she passed out from exhaustion sometime around dawn…afterno less than three more orgasms.

They slept in, waking at the tail end of the morning to share a decadent brunch. Then he took her to theAcropolis. She’d watched a travel video about the temple ruins found there, but nothing prepared herfor how it felt actually standing where many claimed the modern constructs of Western Civilization hadbeen born. Maybe not everyone reacted like she did, but she felt a sense of profundity that she couldnot shake.

She could not help staring at the Parthenon in absolute awe.

When she told Zephyr about it, he did not laugh at her like Art would have done.

Zephyr only nodded, his expression serious. “This is not just a pile of ingeniously put-together stone.We are standing on history. You cannot dismiss something like that.”

“That’s why your developments are so special, isn’t it?”

“Because I recognize history when I see it?” he asked with underlying amusement.

She reached out and took his hand. She could not help herself. She needed to touch this incredibleman. “Because you recognize the unique flavor of wherever you are and rather than try to change it,you seek to enhance it.”