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Chapter Thirteen
CONFESSION
While I’m sure meditation and yoga are good relaxation methods, I’m thinking there are much better ways to greet the mornings, and Priest just put his finger on it.
FOR THE SECOND morning in a row, Robbie woke in a bed that wasn’t his. This time, however, there was no throbbing in his head—at least, not the one on his shoulders. He hadn’t even opened his eyes yet, but all his other senses went on high alert as a warm leg grazed his and the delectable scent of a certain Frenchman wrapped its way around him.
In stunning clarity, last night came back to Robbie in vivid detail. It had been, without a doubt, one of the best dates he’d ever been on, and as Robbie burrowed his face into the luxurious pillow, he shifted to his right and opened his eyes.
There, lying on his stomach, was a sleeping Julien, and if Robbie thought the man was gorgeous awake, sleeping, he was simply stunning. His lashes were thick and long, resting softly against his high cheekbones, and those wide, full lips made Robbie’s cock come to full attention. Julien’s back was smooth and beautifully defined even when relaxed, and Robbie saw the intricate swirl of ink covering Julien’s shoulder and had to fight back that urge to lick it. He greedily took in every inch of that magnificent body, and then raised a hand to touch him, but a sound from behind had Robbie looking guiltily over his shoulder.
There, standing with one shoulder up against the doorjamb to the en suite, was Priest, dressed for work in dress pants, shirt, and a tie.
“You can touch him,” Priest said, and when his eyes roamed down Robbie’s back and landed on his ass, Robbie became hyperaware of just how exposed he was. Not as exposed as Julien, but…
He went to reach for the sheets, to tug them over himself, and Priest pushed off the jamb and walked to the end of the bed.
“Why are you hiding?” Priest said. “You have a beautiful body.”
“I know,” Robbie said, and when he realized how defensive he sounded, he bit down on his lip and looked away.
“Robert?”
Robbie raised his eyes to Priest’s, and as he did, he caught sight of the enormous erection outlined in Priest’s dress pants.
“Roll to your back. Let me look at you for a minute.”
Robbie gulped in a big breath and slid his eyes to the sleeping Julien. Why, he wasn’t sure. Did he feel like he should have the other man’s permission to display himself to his husband? How ridiculous—of course he had his permission; they’d all slept in the same bed the night before.
“He must be tired,” Priest said. “He’s usually up doing his meditation and yoga at this time.”
“Yoga?” Robbie said, and looked at the gloriously naked man beside him.
“Mhmm. He’s quite something to watch. So disciplined with his body. Every muscle. Every pose. It’s very”—Priest looked at his husband—“erotic to watch. I recommend it.”
Robbie nodded, knowing he would just about sell his soul to see that.
“So are you.” Priest’s voice sent a jolt of awareness straight down Robbie’s spine. “Something to watch, that is.”
Robbie sucked his lower lip behind his top teeth.
“Roll onto your back, Robert.”
Oh, hell. Am I really going to—
“Robert?”
Then, before he could remind himself of all the reasons why this might not be the smartest idea, Robbie rolled onto his back.
PRIEST HAD WONDERED what Robbie’s mood would be when he woke this morning. Would he be as agreeable as he’d been after dinner? Or would he be back on the defensive?
Last night had been a breakthrough. A truce of sorts, a waving of the white flag, and now, as Priest stood at the end of his bed and looked down at the two lying in it, the desire he had for the both of them returned tenfold.
Julien was fast asleep as he lay sprawled amongst the white sheets of the bed, and beside him, wide-eyed and awake, was the spectacular Mr. Bianchi.
Robbie had just shifted to his back, per Priest’s instruction, and with his hair all mussed and the scrap of pink fabric no longer doing shit to cover his morning erection, Priest was hard-pressed not to grab Robbie’s ankle, yank him down the bed, and rip them off with his teeth.
“Put your hands behind your head,” Priest said, and when Robbie slowly raised his arms, bent his elbows, and slipped his palms under the pillow, Priest felt a surge of arousal lick through his veins like wildfire.
Against all odds, Robbie was complying, and it was intoxicating.
“I want to think about you like this today,” Priest said.
Robbie swallowed and thrust his hips up off the bed, his body clearly seeking what his eyes kept straying to below Priest’s waist.
“Hard, wanting, and waiting in my bed with Julien.”
