Page 94 of Julien (Confessions 2)

“Me?” Robbie said, and blinked a couple of times.

“Oui. You,” Julien said, and then winked. “Just maybe not the ones of you in that red onesie. I’m going to keep those for Priest and me to enjoy alone.”

“Oh yeah?” Robbie said as he sat down.

“Mhmm. So if you like, maybe we can convince Priest to shuffle some things around in his schedule this week and we can all go shopping for something to wear.”

Robbie’s eyes widened and his face lit up with joy. “Are you serious? Please say you’re serious right now.”

Julien chuckled as he took his laptop and phone from his bag. “I’m quite serious. I’m a celebrity, remember? I’ve got to look hot on opening night.”

Robbie ran his eyes up and down Julien’s body. “Uh, newsflash. You would look hot in a paper sack. But”—Robbie licked his lips—“there is no way I’m going to pass up the opportunity to go black-tie shopping with you and Priest.”

“Oui… I heard about your claiming of a certain item of clothing belonging to our lawyer.”

Robbie’s grin was full of mischief as he said, “Well, can you blame me? Material that expensive feels divine against the naked skin.”

“I don’t blame you at all. I only wish I hadn’t missed it.”

“You know,” Robbie said as he too brought out his phone, “he did give it to me to keep for the next time I felt…inspired.”

Julien started to laugh. “Make your calls, princesse. I have some serious groveling to do. But once you’re done, let’s talk more about this. Especially since I’ll already be down on my knees.”

Robbie leaned over, placed his lips by Julien’s ear, and said, “Oui s’il te plaît.”

Julien smiled and couldn’t help himself from taking that sweet French-talking mouth with his one more time before he called up Gail Knight to see if he could save his restaurant opening from being dragged through the mud.

Chapter Twenty-Five

CONFESSION

I used to be scared of storms.

Until I realized with a storm you have warning.

Now it’s the calm I fear.

“OKAY, I WANT you to both be honest.” Robbie’s voice filtered out from behind the dressing room door where he’d been locked away for the past five minutes changing into what had to be his hundredth suit of the day.

Priest and Julien had both found theirs fairly quickly and then taken up a seat to discuss where they should go for lunch while they waited for Robbie, and when Priest heard the lock disengage, they turned to see the door slowly open.

As Robbie came into view, Priest stopped talking and found all his words left his mind. Robbie was wearing a navy-blue suit that molded to every line of his body, and as if that wasn’t eye-catching enough, when the lights hit the material a certain way, tiny silver glints shone out of it, making the material sparkle.

It was dazzling and so blatantly Robbie that it had Priest’s cock reacting as though he’d walked out of that dressing room naked.

Robbie ran a hand over his lapel and looked down at his jacket, and Priest couldn’t have imagined an outfit that would suit him more or make him look more radiant.

Julien seemed to be having a similar problem too, judging by the way he’d also stopped talking to look at Robbie. But he recovered first, uncrossed his legs, and got to his feet. “Mon Dieu. You look beautiful, princesse.”

Robbie raised his head to look at them, and when he caught their expressions, he seemed to realize the impact he’d just made. “You like?”

Julien nodded as he walked closer, and Robbie took a step forward so he could wander around behind him.

“Mmm, I definitely do.”

Priest got to his feet, and as he walked over and stopped in front of Robbie, he slipped his fingers under the lapel and stroked them down it. “This is the one.”

Robbie frowned. “But I have three more—”

“Robert?”

“Yes?”

“This is the first one that has Julien behind you, and me in front of you, wishing we had you somewhere private so we could really enjoy this suit of yours. I now see your fascination with them.”

Robbie opened his mouth to say something in response. But then Julien moved in, slid his hands around Robbie’s waist, and said, “This suit… It makes me want to rub myself all over you, princesse. I can barely keep my hands off you.”

Robbie bit down on his lip and leaned back into Julien, a dreamy smile curving his mouth. “Umm,” he said, and turned his head to face Julien. “I hate to break it to you, but your hands are on me.”

Julien kissed him on the nose, and then slipped his palm over the erection Priest was now eyeing in Robbie’s pants. “Non, they’re on the suit, not you.”

Robbie sucked in a shaky breath. “I don’t think that’s how that works.”

Priest laughed, bringing Robbie’s attention back to him. “This suit brings out your eyes,” Priest said, and then traced a finger over Robbie’s lower lip. “Let us buy it for you.”

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