Page 60 of Julien (Confessions 2)

“Wow,” she whispered, and then giggled. “Have you ever seen anything like this?”

“Non,” Julien said, and bumped shoulders with her. “I bet they have a library here.”

“Oh oui…” Jacquelyn said with a wistful tone to her voice. “And imagine what the kitchen is going to look like.”

“At least until you get your hands on it.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, and when their mom came up between them and inserted the key, she said to them both, “Your dad is meeting us here at six. But until then, let’s go and find you two a room.”

She didn’t have to tell them twice. Not a second after the words left her mouth, he and Jacquelyn shot off into the enormous home in search of their new rooms…

“JULIEN?” THE DISTANT sound of his name had Julien stirring where he sat, his mind clearing from the past as a hand on his arm shook him back into the present.

“Jules? We’re about to make our descent. You’ve got to put your chair up.”

Julien’s eyes opened fully then and found Robbie’s lovely face where he sat by the window.

“We’re already here?” Julien asked as he began to move his stiff body, and when Robbie nodded, Julien brought a hand up to scrub it over his face. “Dieu, I slept the entire way?”

“You were tired,” Robbie said, concern marring his usually carefree voice.

“I guess I was,” Julien said, and touched his fingers to Robbie’s cheek. “Remind me not to work so hard ever again, princesse.”

“As if that would help,” Priest said from across the aisle, and Julien turned his head on the headrest to look over at him. “You haven’t stopped all week, using the restaurant as an excuse. Don’t try and deny it.”

Julien opened his mouth to do just that, but then sighed instead. “You’re right, mon amour. You’re absolutely right.”

“Uh…don’t tell him that,” Robbie said, as he looked to Priest, who raised a copper-colored eyebrow. “He already thinks he knows everything. There’s no need to give him any more ammunition.”

Julien pursed his lips and nodded. “This is true.”

“Of course it is,” Robbie said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “That’s why he’s sitting over there with a spare seat. One for him and one for his giant…ego.”

“Robert?” Priest said in a voice that never failed to capture Julien and Robbie’s attention.

“Yes, Joel?”

Priest’s eyes narrowed on their boyfriend, but the twitch of his lips made it clear he was amused. “Behave yourself.”

“And if I don’t?” Robbie said, as he crossed one of his denim-clad legs over the other. “What are you going to do about it? We’re on a plane surrounded by a hundred or so upstanding citizens.”

“We might be. But we won’t be on a plane in fifteen minutes, will we?”

Robbie shifted in his seat and Julien wondered if it was the dark promise of sex in Priest’s voice or the underlying threat of a well-deserved spanking that turned Robbie on more—knowing their princesse, it was likely both.

“How about you use this time to make sure the two of you are all buckled in,” Priest suggested, and then lowered his eyes to the blanket draped across Julien’s lap. “I’d like you both to arrive safely. Think you can handle that?”

Julien followed the pink tip of Robbie’s tongue as he slid it along his glossed-up lower lip, and then he aimed his baby blues at Julien and winked. “Oh, I would love to handle that.”

ROBBIE WAS PRETTY sure that safety was the last thing on Priest’s mind as he stared across at him and Julien. But there was no way in hell Robbie was about to debate the issue when he’d just been told to “handle” Julien.

Not in this lifetime. No siree.

Over the past four hours or so, Priest had been working on his laptop while Robbie had been listening to his music and trying to ignore the fact that Julien had slept with his head resting on his shoulder the entire trip.

Not exactly an easy feat when the man’s lips were soft and plump and made Robbie want to suck on them until those stunning jade eyes found his and begged for more, but…that was beside the point.

The point was that the flight from Chicago to L.A. had been a fairly uneventful one. No turbulence of any kind. Until five minutes ago when Julien had finally woken up and Priest had shut down work, and they were once again aware of the fact that they were in close confines and unable to touch one another—at least not in any way that they wanted to.

Priest’s eyes were fastened on the two of them with that serious expression Robbie had come to crave, and as he slipped his hand under the blanket on Julien’s lap, Robbie pressed his lips to Julien’s cheek and said, “You all buckled in, Jules?”

Julien smiled, but it quickly turned to a hum in the back of his throat when Robbie may—or may not have—accidently brushed his hand over his groin. “I better check. Just in case,” he said, as Julien’s eyes fluttered shut. “Hmm, I don’t think this is your seatbelt…”

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