Page 71 of Blazing Embers

“I never wanted to lie. But I had to protect my… our baby girl.” My eyes sting with the tears I'm trying to hold back.

“I know. I would’ve done the same.” He gives me a sad smile.

“I'm so sorry for all the lies and deception,” I whisper. “They didn't give me a hysterectomy. Medusa made them change my records in case the RMSAD got wind of me being there.”

“I didn’t care if you couldn't have children.” His voice is rough with emotion. “I just wanted you alive.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “If I’d known, I’d have doctored your records myself.”

I smile, tearfully.

He looks at me. “I love you, Tara. I can’t lie about that anymore.”

“I love you, too,” I admit, and the tears start rolling down my cheeks. “There's something else you should know.”

I move the table and lift my shirt.

“This is your son.”

“My son?” He sucks in his breath.

And I nod.

“You look beautiful.” Ruslan sounds breathless.

“I feel like a whale.”

“You're beautiful,” he declares. “Show me your belly again, but take off your shirt and bra, I want to see all of you.”

“Ruslan!” I feel myself blushing. I’ve never had phone sex before. And excitement over doing it makes heat curl low in my belly.

“Please.” His voice is low and husky.

I lift my shirt over my head and throw it on the floor, then do the same with my bikini top.

“So perfect,” he breathes.

“I don't feel perfect.” I laugh self-consciously.

“You’re glowing.” His breath catches, and his eyes darken with desire. “Fuck, you need to come home. I want to touch you. Feel you.”

“I wanted to tell you so many times about our son,” I say. “But I couldn't.”

“It's okay, my love. I understand.” He nods. “God, Tara, I need to see more of you.”

“Ruslan!” I laugh. But I pick up the tablet and head for my room. “I'm not sure how to prop this up.”

He helps me position the tablet at the perfect angle.

“Before I take off my pants,” I say teasingly, “you have to drop that towel.”

“Yes, my lady.” He grins and drops it unabashedly. His rock-hard cock stands to attention. “See, he misses you too.”

“I'd love to be able to stroke him right now.” I feel the heat start to pool between my legs.

“It's your turn.” He grins. I drop my shorts and then my panties. I hear the sharp intake of his breath. “Sit on the edge of your bed and open your legs for me.” His voice is low and throaty.

I do as he says. As I spread my legs, I can feel my arousal slick against my inner thighs, making me shiver with anticipation.

Ruslan hungrily gazes at my swollen, glistening clit and the pink folds of my entrance, his eyes darkening further with lust.

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