The work/life balance Robert had created was designed with heavy work in mind to get him through the long, lonely times without Landon. Times that were getting longer and lonelier by the day. God, he missed this man. Their busy schedules now bled into their few spare hours of alone time. Between La Bella Luna’s weekend rush and the web series, they had so little time to themselves. Now, what precious time did exist was being split to interview surrogates.
If they didn’t leave now, they’d be late for their meeting with the third woman willing to help them have their children. Robert placed his palms on Landon’s cheeks, holding him there as he dominated the moment, swiping his tongue deeply into Landon’s mouth before pulling away. He watched Landon follow, wanting more as he ended the kiss, his husband’s eyelids still closed.
“You’re my world, Landon. I miss you so much.”
“Then keep kissing me,” Landon whispered, refusing to open his eyes. Robert grinned and forced himself away. Landon clutched at him to keep him there, grinding that heavy, thick cock into his.
He fought against his urge to give in to Landon’s request. “We’ll be late if we don’t leave now. I should’ve picked you up and gone straight to meet her,” he said and forced himself to pull away before his hard-on burst through his pants. He wanted nothing more than to get inside of Landon and lose himself in his husband’s body, but time had slipped by on them. Robert went to the table, closing his portfolio and shoving it under his arm to free his hands to fix the hard-on in his slacks.
“After we’re done, I want to go home so you can fuck me into the mattress,” Landon growled in his deep sexy voice.
“We can’t. I’ve got your suit here. We’ve got to come back and prepare for the mayor’s election party. He’s rented the whole place, remember?” A first for La Bella Luna. The press would be on hand, and the mayor planned to give his acceptance speech in this very room.
“Oh hell, I forgot.” Landon dropped his hand to his tight jeans, pushing against his erection, trying to control the bulge Robert wished he had time to take care of himself. “Are we ready for everyone? Did I do everything you asked?”
Robert started for the door and Landon followed. Once outside, he locked the bolt and trotted down the stairwell.
“I believe you did. You always take care of everything. I never double check your work.” When Landon didn’t respond, it made Robert second-guess the decision, so he began asking questions. “You placed the food order—I saw the truck arriving earlier. No one’s freaked out that they’re missing something so that has to be right. Did you schedule the rental chairs and tables? The linens arrived earlier so I’m guessing you did. What about the flowers?”
“The mayor’s team’s handling the flowers,” Landon said, stepping out under the porte cochere at the entrance of the restaurant. As if they had been called, the rental company’s truck drove into the parking lot. They went for Robert’s sports car, Landon dropping inside the passenger’s side. “I believe the flowers are arriving at three.”
“Good job,” Robert said and pushed the button to start the car.
“I’d rather you show your appreciation by fucking me into the mattress tonight.” Landon looked over at him with a sly look. “Like manhandling me until you get your way.”
Robert dropped his sunglasses in place and put the gearshift in reverse, looking in the rearview mirror. “I think it’ll probably be more like a blow job then fall asleep in each other’s arms. They rented the restaurant until one in the morning. We have to be back here by four thirty. I’ve got to check the setup of our ingredients. I don’t trust the production team like I had hoped.”
“Robert, you’re killing me,” Landon groaned, his body slumping in the seat as his head rolled back and forth on the head rest. “I’ve been really planning on this…with you. I need you inside me.”
“Sunday afternoon is all ours. It’ll be our funday.” Robert pulled the car into the traffic, dropping the sun visor down to block the sun shining right in his face. Landon didn’t say anything more. Robert couldn’t see how he could give in—not right now, no matter how badly he wanted to. Landon had insisted he do these things; this was part of it. Robert had told him it wouldn’t be easy.
Even though Robert had every intention of making it up to his husband, he had to fight the urge to lean across the seat and kiss that pout right off Landon’s handsome face.
Weird coincidences that often staggered Landon in his day to day life were in play right now. Scarlett, their third possible surrogate, sat across from them at a small table inside a coffee shop off the beaten path in Minnetonka, Minnesota. Landon had never ventured out this far, wasn’t a hundred percent certain where they were, but it seemed reasonably close to Minneapolis and the hospital where Robert preferred to have their baby.
As with all their meetings, Landon stayed quiet and let Robert handle things. Instead of voicing his questions, he chose to watch and listen to her replies to Robert’s inquiries. Both physically and mentally, she appeared ready to embark on this adventure with them. She was twenty-seven years old, worked in the health food industry, and sat on the board of the food bank. She had a six-year-old daughter and had been married seven years ago to her college sweetheart. Their pregnancy hadn’t been planned. Neither was her husband’s car accident over a year ago. They were swimming in healthcare
