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“Okay, well, I don’t plan to touch you, so he’s got nothing to worry about.”
“Now that’s a shame,” Julien said, then placed his glass down and ran a finger around the rim of it. “I can assure you, he’s hoping you’ll do the exact opposite.”
Robbie looked at the silent man across the room whose stare was louder than the throbbing bass. “Why? Why would he want that?”
“He’s looking for your tells.”
Robbie scoffed as he smoothed his hand along his thigh. “My tells?”
“Mhmm. It’s what makes him so effective in the bedroom and courtroom. He’s working out what makes you tick. He’s extremely good at it.”
“Uh, okay. As if he wasn’t weird enough.”
“That he is,” Julien said with a grin. “But he grows on you.”
“Like mold?” Robbie asked, as he looked over at Julien. He knew that Priest was one of the best criminal lawyers around—he’d found that out firsthand—but… “How does that work in a bedroom? Knowing my…” Robbie waved a hand in the air. “What’d you call them? Tells?”
“Because, princesse, he’ll find out what they are and use them against you in the most delicious way you could ever imagine.”
As that morsel of information sank into his fuzzy brain, Robbie looked back to Priest, who raised a glass to him in mock salute, and thought, My imagination never could’ve come up with a scenario quite like this.
“WOULD YOU LIKE another drink?” Julien said as he studied the beautiful man perched on the stool beside him.
This was only the second time he’d been up close and personal with Robbie, and as Julien ran his eyes over the caramel highlights, high cheekbones, and dainty nose and lips, he could see all the reasons why Priest had been so eager for the two of them to meet.
Robbie was exquisite. His features were soft, yet sharp, and his eyes were a striking azure color—lined in that smoky kohl, they were both innocent and sensual all at once.
“I’m not allowed,” Robbie said, and turned to face him with an exaggerated pout. “I’ve been cut off. The bartender won’t give me anymore.”
Julien wanted to suck that pouty bottom lip and listen to the sound Robbie made when he did. But instead, he said, “Not allowed? Why?”
Robbie licked where Julien wanted to. “Elliot.”
“Elliot? And who is Elliot? Your boyfriend?” Julien looked around to see if there was anyone he should be worried about. But when he didn’t spot anyone heading their way with daggers in their eyes, he looked back to see Robbie grinning at him.
Cheeky boy.
“Are you laughing at me?” Julien asked, and when Robbie’s eyes lit up, Julien picked up his drink and took another sip.
“You looked worried.”
“I was.”
“That I had a boyfriend?” Robbie made a fake sad face. “Why? Would that put a kink in your plans?” When he realized what he’d said, Robbie started to laugh merrily, the alcohol clearly making his lips loose. “I mean, you know, a bigger kink than me having sex with you and your husband.”
Julien’s cock stirred at the mischief in Robbie’s voice, not to mention the image his words conjured up. “No,” Julien said. “I have no doubt you would’ve worked out a way to end it if you were attached. Otherwise you wouldn’t have told us where you were tonight. I was more concerned that Elliot, whoever he might be, would catch me unawares, and my other half is a little too far away to defend my honor.”
“Honor?” Robbie said in a way that made it clear he thought Julien had none.
“Ouch. I’ll have you know there’s honor, even amongst thieves.”
“And you’re a thief? Yeah, right. And I’m an astronaut.”
Julien placed an arm along the bar and stroked his finger atop the wood. “Hmm, so. No boyfriend, then?”
“No,” Robbie said, and screwed his nose up. “He’s a friend. Unlike you, I don’t go trolling for bed partners when I’m already spoken for.”
“I gave you my phone number,” Julien reminded him. “I didn’t invite you to my bed.”
Robbie opened his mouth, clearly about to rebuff that, and then he thought about it and snapped it shut. “Oh my God. That’s actually true. Well, shit. Now I really want another drink.”
“I thought you said you weren’t allowed?”
“So? I changed my mind. Is that a problem?”
“Not at all, princesse. I’m just trying to decide if you’re easily influenced or if you like to break the rules.”
“Does it matter?”
Julien’s eyes wandered down to the delicate collarbone he could see at the neck of Robbie’s shirt. He was the complete opposite to Priest and himself. His skin was a lovely peaches-and-cream tone that made Julien want to lick him to see if he tasted as creamy as he looked. And when he brought his eyes back to Robbie’s, he found they were now dilated, giving away just how much Robbie enjoyed being looked at, and Julien decided to up the ante.
