The Greek's Pregnant Lover. Lucy Monroe

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Zephyr shook his head. Sex and friendship were one thing, love something else altogether.

      Piper’s delicate brows drew together in a frown and she gave him a questioning look.

      “It’s nothing,” he mouthed.

      When she reached him, he pulled her into a tight hug. Her soft curves felt so good against him, the low-level arousal he’d experienced since waking that morning and realizing he would be seeing Piper today went critical. Just that fast.

      Damn.

      “I guess you really missed me.” She leaned back, a sensual chuckle purring from her throat, her eyes glinting with teasing humor.

      Chagrin washed over him. He wasn’t some untried adolescent. Nevertheless, he laughed and admitted, “Yes.”

      “When is our first meeting with the architect?”

      “The day after tomorrow.”

      “But you told me I needed to be here today.”

      “You needed a break.”

      “Building a new business is always consuming.”

      He shrugged because he couldn’t disagree. For the first ten years when he and Neo had been building their fortune, they had worked weekends and long hours during the week and hadn’t taken so much as an afternoon off. Things had gotten a little better after that, though they were both too much of overachievers to develop much of a life outside their company.

      After meeting Piper, Zephyr had started leaving the office around six instead of eight, but he still wasn’t great about taking time off. However, Piper had sounded exhausted the last time they’d spoken on the phone, and he’d determined she would take a break, one way or another.

      “Agreed, but I did not think you would begrudge an extra couple of days in Athens.”

      Her eyes lit up. “You mean I actually get to do some sightseeing before submersing myself in the job?”

      “Exactly. I’d hoped you’d consider the next couple of days as information-gathering time as well as our time on the island. We want the resort to fit into the island’s ambiance, but also reflect Greek culture.”

      “Ambiance? I thought it was a private island. Empty.”

      “The family leased out land for a small fishing village and a few farms for local produce, as well as having their own fruit orchards and olive groves.”

      “Oh, that’s perfect for what you are wanting to do.”

      “I thought so.” But he enjoyed how in-tune with his vision she was.

      “I’m glad I’ll have time to really get to know the area then. I like to try and make my designs reflect the local setting’s positive attributes.”

      “I know and I’m sure you’ve done a lot of research on Greek culture already.” Heck, she’d researched it when they’d first met, telling him she wanted to understand him and Neo better as clients. He didn’t know how much it had helped her, considering he and Neo had left Greece behind so many years ago. But there was no denying Piper got him in a way no one else did. And her design updates in their offices had been perfect. “Nothing can replace experiencing an environment in person though.”

      Unconsciously nestling her body into his, she smiled, clearly pleased. “True, but I didn’t know I’d have the luxury to do so with this job.”

      He just grinned and shrugged.

      She laughed. “Don’t fool yourself into believing I’m not aware you have your own agenda here. One that includes judicious amounts of time between the sheets. You’re a manipulator, you know that?”

      She knew him well. “Is this a bad thing?”

      “In this case?” She shook her head, her bright blue eyes going heavy-lidded. “No. Definitely no.”

      That’s what he appreciated so much about her. Piper Madison was a gem among women, his very own polished diamond that did not require the setting of a relationship to shine. Unlike Neo’s less worldly Cass, Piper had no illusions of love and romance. She enjoyed his body as he found pleasure in hers. No morass of untidy emotions to navigate, which was a very good thing.

      Because unlike Neo, Zephyr had no love to give. “Let’s get your case and we’ll head to the hotel. It is a spa-resort.”

      “Scoping out the competition, are we?”

      “Naturally.” He gave in to the desire that had been riding him since her arrival and kissed her. And then he kissed her again for good measure. She tasted as sweet and arousing as always.

      Eyes glowing with pleasure, she said, “Only, situated in the city, it can’t hope to offer what we, I mean Stamos and Nikos Enterprises, will.”

      “There would be no point in developing a new property if we couldn’t bring something to the table no one else has already offered.”

      Her azure gaze slid to his lips and stayed there for several seconds, and then she blinked at him with unfocused eyes before seeming to remember what he’d said and smiling wryly. “Always the overachiever.”

      “And you are not?”

      “Hey, there’s more than one reason you and I are such good friends.”

      “More than this, you mean.” He rubbed himself against her subtly.

      She gasped and stepped back. “You are dangerous.” Letting her gaze drop to what he hoped his suit jacket hid from others’ gazes, she winked. “I think getting to the hotel is a definite necessity.”

      “Are you tired?” he asked, tongue in cheek. “Need a lie down?”

      “Get my case, Zephyr.” She gave him a look that said she knew exactly what kind of lie down he had in mind and she wasn’t necessarily averse.

      “Gladly, agapimenos.”

      “Don’t start in with the Greek endearments unless you want spontaneous combustion right here,” she warned.

      “But I like living on the edge.”

      She gave a significant look to the baggage rolling by on the carousel.

      He turned smartly and started looking for the zebra-print luggage he had bought her after she complained about how her black suitcase looked like everyone else’s in the airport. She’d laughed at the loud black-and-white print on the cases, but she used it.

      She’d only brought one midsize case and her carry-on, so they were out of the airport and in the car he’d rented for the week a few minutes later.

      “Mmm…nice. Definitely a step up from the Mercedes,” she said, rubbing the leather upholstery in the fire-engine-red Ferrari convertible.

      “Don’t knock my car. It has heated seats and those come in handy in Seattle’s colder winters. And a convertible would hardly be practical in such

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