Page 63 of Playboy

DANIEL

Everything is set.I’ve confirmed with the restaurant and the liquor store. My shirt smells like detergent and a hint of cologne. No cigars or any other odor. And a look in the mirror in the hallway confirms there’s nothing in my teeth.

“You’ve got this. Small moments, big gestures.”

I give myself a final once-over in the mirror and then knock on Hannah’s door.

At the sight that greets me when it swings open, my heart stutters. She’s fucking gorgeous. Chestnut waves cascading down to the tips of her shoulders. A long, yellow, silky dress that highlights her curves and her damn cleavage, which has my mouth watering. Glossy lips that lift in one of her knowing smiles.

“They look good, don’t they?” She peers at her tits, then, eyes on me, she cups one and whimpers. “They’re supersensitive too.”

My dick kicks at my zipper and saliva pools in my mouth. I’m literally going to drool if I don’t get it together. I push a multicolor gift bag toward her and step into the apartment.

She tugs at the paper, revealing her gift, her expression morphing into one of confusion. “Tequila?”

I bob my head. “The first shot we ever did together. I got you a lifetime supply of it. So you never forget me.”

With a hand on her stomach, she laughs. “Pretty sure you already gave me a gift that’ll last a lifetime, Playboy, but thank you?” Her voice lifts at the end, almost like that last part is a question. “I’ll, um, go put this in the liquor cabinet since I can’t drink it just yet.” She steps away, then quickly spins back. “Unless you want some before we go?”

My gut churns. Dammit. A lifetime supply of tequila for a pregnant woman. What was I thinking?

I shake my head. “Nope. Just for you.”

As she disappears, I berate myself. Should I call and cancel the lifetime supply? No, I already told her about it, so?—

“You ready?” she asks as she reappears.

My breath escapes me this time when I get a look at her. She’s so pretty.

“Your dress,” I croak.

She glances down at it, her brow knitted. “Too fancy? Figured it won’t fit much longer, and who knows how my body will change after this pregnancy. Might be my last shot at wearing it.” She slides her hands down the glossy fabric.

I itch to do the same. “It’s perfect, Hannah.You’re perfect.” I flex my hands at my sides. “Sorry. I’m already screwing this up. I meant to tell you that you look beautiful, but I lost my words when you opened the door.”

She holds out her hand, and when I grasp it, I swear I’m shocked by a current of electricity. I’ve always had a thing for Hannah. Always felt a pull to be near her, a rush of sensation in her proximity. But this is more. She’s having my baby. We’re going on a date. She dressed up…for me. The sensation floating around inside me now is more than just a casual affection. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself.

“I’m not sure what you think you could screw up. No expectations. Let’s just have a good time tonight.” She steps closer and presses a kiss to my cheek. Before she can pull away, I yank my phone from my pocket and snap a picture of us. When she giggles at my antics, the nerves that have held me hostage melt away. Practically floating, I lead her out into the summer night.

On the way to the restaurant, she tells me about her visit to the park with Noah and Oliver and mentions stopping at the salon to get her nails and toes done. When I ask her what she’s got coming up and she tells me about the next away stretch, my shoulders droop. I shake it off quickly, intent on focusing on the time we have together. As we approach the doors to the restaurant, her eyes widen with excitement. When she says she’s always wanted to try this place, my chest expands with pride.

I hold the door open for her, and when she walks into the empty room, she turns back to me. “Are you sure they’re open?”

Hand on her back, I smirk. “Yup. I paid the owner to close it down so we could have the place to ourselves.”

Glossy lips pressed together, she glances around the eerily quiet steakhouse. “But there’s staff here, right?”

I smile. Of course there’s staff. I survey the place, and when I don’t spot a soul, I start to worry. I take out my phone and text the owner. “Gavin told me how he closed this place down for Millie once. The guy said he’d give us the same treatment.”

Hannah snorts and brings a hand to her mouth. “Wait—you do know why he shut down the restaurant that night, right?”

The twinkle in her eye has me taking a step back. “Do I want to know?”

She coughs out a laugh and points a pale yellow nail toward the bar. “No, you most definitely don’t want to know that your twin sister experienced her first ever O right there on that bar top after Gavin paid a hundred grand to get her alone.”

My stomach roils violently. “I’m going to be sick.”

She doubles over. “You brought your pregnant baby mama to the restaurant where your twingot it on.” She wheezes out a breath. “Oh god. I’m all for reenactments, and we know I love my orgasms—” She rights herself, swiping at the tears streaming down her face. “But I’m hungry, and I’m guessing there’s no kitchen staff, either, is there?”

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