Page 110 of Playboy

I whip around, heart plummeting, to discover the oven isn’t even on.

Oliver points at me, eyes dancing. “Made you look!”

I cough out a laugh. Yeah, having a son will be cool.

“Baby, I’m home.”Hannah breezes into her apartment, absolutely glowing. She spent the afternoon with the girls at the spa, and we’re meeting the whole crew for dinner in an hour.

I scan the kitchen one more time, making sure I’ve gotten rid of all the evidence from our pie-making activities.

Noah took Oliver to Jen’s and will meet us at the restaurant. With any luck, he’ll meet someone at the bar and go home with them so we have the place to ourselves. Though I doubt it, since I’ve yet to see the guy even flirt with a woman, let alone go home with one. We’ve got to work on that.

I hold out my arms, and Hannah sinks into them. “How’s my birthday girl doing?”

“Perfect. We went shopping after the spa.” She props her chin on my chest and smiles up at me.

My whole being lights up. There’s nothing better than having her attention. Than having the ability to hold her and know this is exactly where she wants to be.

“Oh yeah? Get something pretty to wear to dinner?”

“Nope. I got something pretty for you to wear to dinner.”

Nerves skitter down my spine. Knowing Hannah, I have every right to be concerned.

“Want to see it?” she asks, her teasing tone confirming my suspicions. Eyes sparkling, she pulls back.

I follow her into the living room and find her holding up a tiny black plastic shopping bag.

“Nothing that small will fit me, babe.” I chuckle as I approach.

She arches a brow. “Wanna bet?”

No.

That’s what I should say.

Better yet,fuck no.

But this woman is pregnant with my child, and it’s her birthday. Even if it wasn’t, I’d do just about anything for her. Shecould tell me to punch myself in the face for her own enjoyment, and I’d do it. I live for her smiles.

Hands in my pockets, I sigh. “Sure.”

The way her pretty blue eyes light up has my mood lifting. It’s unreal, the way her joy feeds mine. I never knew it was possible to be this happy.

As slowly as she can, she pulls out a rubbery blue ring.

Head tilted, I frown. “What is that?”

“It’s a vibrating cock ring.” She twirls it around her finger. “It’s charged up and all ready for you.”

My dick jumps. “What do we do with it?”

“You’re going to wear it to dinner and”—she leans closer, brows raised—“you’renotgoing to come.”

The air leaves my lungs in a whoosh. “Hannah, I’m crazy about you, but I’m not wearing that to dinner with our friends.” I cross my arms, hoping like hell she’ll back down but knowing better.

She pouts.

I shake my head.

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