Dance With Me, Baby(4)

My girl was wild and she writhed and screamed in ecstasy when I was driving in so hard the headboard banged into the wall. “You feel unbelievable, Jules. Your pussy is so tight, squeezing me so hard. Oh, fuck yes!”

Her legs gripped my waist, and I braced my feet on the footboard to give me added leverage before sliding my hands up to her tits. I pinched and plucked at her nipples, occasionally biting.

“Yes! Oh, Declan, yes! Yes!” she shouted over and over.

I moved a hand down to slip under her thigh and prop the leg over my shoulder, deepening the angle, then put pressure on her clit, causing her to scream the fucking roof down as she fell apart in my arms. Her walls closed around my cock and I couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Juliette! Oh, fuck! Fuck! That’s it baby! Fuuuuuck!” I bellowed as I came so hard I almost blacked out.

That was only the first time, we fucked like rabbits through the rest of the night. But, in between, we got to know each other a little bit. She talked about her dreams for her career, and I told her about how I’d ended up in New York, head of Pediatric surgery. I’d fulfilled most of my professional goals, but Juliette was on the cusp of achieving hers. By morning, one thing was clear to me. It would be the hardest fucking thing I would ever do in my whole damn life. I had to let her go.

But, make no mistake, this was temporary. One day, I would come for her and she’d better be damn well prepared because this was the last time I would ever watch her walk away from me.





Chapter 1


Juliette

Four Months Later


“You’re pregnant.”

I was certain I’d misunderstood my doctor’s announcement. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that for me please?”

“You’re pregnant.” Nope, the words didn’t change the second time around like I’d expected them to do. Sure, I’d been feeling a little off and had gained some weight, but not for one minute did I ever think the reason was because I was carrying a baby. “Since your cycle is irregular, I’ll want to schedule an ultrasound to better pinpoint your due date. Normally we’d estimate it using the last period, but that isn’t possible with the sporadic nature of yours.”

I shook my head because there wasn’t any need for an ultrasound to determine how far along I was. If I was pregnant, I knew exactly when it had happened. There was only one possibility, I just didn’t know how it happened. But she misunderstood and explained further. “It’s nothing to be worried about. Amenorrhea, or the cessation of periods, isn’t unusual in female athletes. The intensity of your training and diet as a ballerina can negatively impact your hormonal balance.”

I held my hand up to stop the flow of information. “I’ve been dancing all my life. The abnormality of my cycle isn’t anything new to me, but the pregnancy is.”

“Ahhh, yes, sorry.” The doctor blushed and mumbled an apology. “I do tend to prattle on sometimes.”

“And apparently I tend to get a little snippy when I’m pregnant. Sorry about that, but this news has come as a complete surprise to me. I thought the stress of my first international tour was to blame for my irritability and weight gain.”

“I’d hardly call four pounds a weight gain,” she teased.

“Yeah, well, tell that to my dancing partner,” I muttered. “He complained about each additional pound during our lifts and suggested I lay off the pasta when we were in Italy.”

“I’m afraid to say it, but my instructions are bound to make him complain even further since I’d like to see you gain at least twenty-five pounds during the course of your pregnancy,” she advised gently. “And you’re going to need to modify your dancing to accommodate your growing belly. During the first trimester, you may feel like you can do almost anything, but there will be changes you’re going to need to make. I’m not saying you can’t dance at all, Juliette, but it’s vital for you to listen to your body throughout your pregnancy so you don’t push yourself too far.”

It was a good thing I was sitting down or else my knees might have given out as I considered the ramifications of the news she’d given me. I lifted my shift to expose my stomach and was shocked to see a tiny baby bump. How had I missed this? “I’m already four months along,” I admitted softly.

She glanced down at the laptop she’d brought in and hit a few buttons. “That’s certainly a possibility with the date of your last period, but there’s no way to know for sure considering their irregularity.”

“Trust me, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I got pregnant four months ago.” She raised her eyebrows and looked at me questioningly. “It’s when I lost my virginity.”