Page 40 of The Sheik's Embrace

“Like that!” he groaned, then started thrusting. His movements were long and deep and every time he filled her up, Tara gasped at how perfect it felt. When he started to get closer, his thumb moved and she pressed her hand against his, showing him what she needed just as he’d done for her earlier.

It took only a few more thrusts before Tara gasped, arching her back as her body throbbed with another climax. And her inner muscles clenching around him took him over the edge with her. Zayed stilled for a moment, then he thrust once, twice and called out her name as his orgasm consumed him as well.

A long time later, Tara shifted, opening her eyes to realize that he’d been watching her this whole time. “Thank you,” she whispered, her smile widening. “That was…perfect.”

Zayed chuckled, still deeply connected with her as he stroked her back. “You’re beautiful, Tara.” He kissed her deeply. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Epilogue

“No! No, you cannot bring your pony in for show and tell!” Tara exclaimed to her three year old son, waddling over to perch on the dining room chair.

Zayed entered the dining room, heading straight for his wife. “Trouble in paradise?” he asked, bending to kiss her lightly before walking to the other side of the breakfast table.

“Just a minor disagreement, of sorts,” Tara replied, resting her hand over her swollen belly. “Kayan wants to bring his pony in to his classroom today to show his tutor. Apparently, they are studying the animal kingdom this week.”

Zayed bend down to kiss his son’s chubby cheek and ruffle his dark hair. “No ponies inside, son,” he told him and sat down next to Tara. “How do you feel?” he asked.

“Fat,” she grumbled and shifted again, trying to get comfortable. “I’m more than ready for this bundle of joy,” the last word laden with a heavy dose of sarcasm, “to be born.”

Zayed lifted his son onto his lap. “This is one of the benefits of being a man,” he told his son as they both admired Tara’s huge belly. “Being pregnant is a lot of work!”

Kayan nodded, his eyes big and round. “Is there really a baby in her belly?” he asked, leaning against his father’s chest. “It doesn’t look like a baby.”

Zayed chuckled and kissed the top of his head. “There is definitely a baby, hopefully, a baby girl, in her belly. And she is going to be born any day now.”

There was a moan from the other side of the table. “I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl,” Tara grumbled, lifting her cup of herbal tea. “I just want to not be pregnant any longer.”

Kayan tilted his head. “But, I thought that you liked being a momma,” he asked.

Tara’s cup froze an inch from her mouth. Kayan was thinking about the five or six month point in her pregnancy. That was when she’d still been able to walk easily and she’d had a voracious sexual appetite. She’d seriously worn Zayed out during those heavenly weeks, feeling alive and healthy and sexy!

“She does,” Zayed explained cautiously, winking at Tara. She snorted as she sipped her tea and Zayed continued to explain. “See, the baby grows slowly inside momma’s tummy. Remember how she was really sick all the time?”

Kayan nodded, his little lips forming an O. “Yeah.”

“Well, then the baby grew more, and she didn’t throw up anymore.”

“Yeah?” he said, more hopeful now and he twisted his head to look up at his dad. “And now?”

Zayed gulped down his coffee. “Now, the baby is bigger and it’s more uncomfortable.”

“When is the baby going to come out?” he asked, taking Zayed’s tie and sliding his fingers over it.

“That’s the special part,” Zayed started to say, but the rattle of Tara’s porcelain cup warned him that something was very wrong.

“Umm…!” she gasped, feeling a hard slash of pain across her abdomen. “Wow!”

“Tara?” Zayed called out. Immediately, one of his son’s bodyguards moved forward. His nanny appeared too, taking his hand.

“Daddy?” Kayan called out, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Zayed took a moment to bend down on one knee, coming to near eye level with his son. “Kayan, I think that your baby sibling is ready to come into the world. But don’t worry. It’s going to be okay. Will you go with your nanny for a bit? I’ll come and get you with news, okay?”

Kayan looked over at his mother, then relaxed when she smiled at him. “You okay, Momma?”

“I’ll be fine,” she said, her voice only slightly tighter as her little boy watched. “Why don’t you build me a huge castle with your toy blocks?”

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