Landon glanced at his watch. It was just after four.
“I need to be at Rapture by six-thirty.”
Verity raised an eyebrow in question.
“Gregory is coming. He, uhm, has something to give me before work.” Landon hoped that was a polite way to answer Verity without letting them know that Landon planned on shooting at least one load somewhere in the club while Verity worked.
They dipped their chin at him. “He’s giving you something?”
“Yeah, he didn’t yesterday before I left, so he said before work today.”
Verity narrowed their eyes.
“Is this a tangible thing?”
“Do you really want to know?” Landon asked with a hint of exasperation—and desperation—in his voice.
“Probably not. Anyway. Dinner?”
Ed lifted his head and watched Verity walk toward the door. He hopped up and yapped at Verity’s ankles, then left the room.
“Yeah, I just need to shower and grab some clothes for work.”
“Back in twenty.”
Landon followed Verity upstairs, but passed their bedroom and went into the bathroom. He took a quick shower, cleaned himself thoroughly, then slipped into some jeans and a black t-shirt. He grabbed a pair of latex shorts and a bottle of silicone lube, tossed them into his messenger bag, and then slipped on his boots, leaving them unlaced, and met Verity downstairs.
His phone dinged with a text.
Gregory: I’ve been meaning to ask…do you always go into subspace as easily as you did with the wax?
Landon swallowed and tapped out a concise and truthful reply.
Me: No.
In fact, the things he’d done and felt with Gregory after their date were about as far from his normal experience as he could get. His body still hummed with the memories of the hot wax and that hollow plug Gregory had fucked him with, and that was probably the reason his cock hadn’t been flaccid in almost thirty-six hours.
Gregory: We’ll have to do it again sometime ;)
Me: I’d like that, Sir.
Landon slipped his phone into his pocket and met Verity’s stare.
“You good?” they asked him.
“Yeah, why?” Landon shouldered his bag and opened the front door.
Verity snorted. “Your cock is hard and your face is red. I’m worried you might combust.”
Landon groaned and adjusted his dick, then shoved Verity onto the porch.
* * *
Landon lookedat the clock behind the bar. It was six-twenty-seven.
Gregory: Office or alcove?
Me: Alcove.
