Robbie’s eyes fluttered open, and Priest knew the second he spotted him. One of the arms he had stretched back around Julien’s neck flexed, and then he reached down with his other hand to press Julien’s harder against his cock.

That’s right, sweetheart, dance for me, Priest thought, as Robbie and Julien picked up the rhythm of the song, and Robbie began to get off to the beat of it.

Priest clenched his jaw tight. He wanted to be pressed up against Robbie’s tempting body, to kiss the lips that were parted in pleasure, and with that thought in mind, Priest began to stalk his men through the handful of strangers in his way.

Julien smirked like he knew they’d likely pushed him to his limits, while Robbie dragged his and Julien’s hands up under his top until they were stroking his naked skin.

As Priest got closer, he began to imagine all the ways he was going to teach them the lesson of what happened when they teased him, but that was rudely interrupted when someone else got in his way.

“ROBBIE?”

THE SOUND of Robbie’s name being shouted over the music penetrated Julien’s lust-hazed brain. He’d been well into his fantasy of Priest reaching them, sandwiching Robbie nice and tight between them, so they could get their princesse so needy and desperate that he demanded they take him somewhere private to finish him off.

But now that was being interrupted by a good-looking guy with dark hair and brown eyes, who had moved to stand opposite them. But more importantly, he’d moved to stand between them and Priest.

As Robbie’s view of Priest was blocked, and the man now in front of him seemed to register, Robbie froze, and his arms fell away.

“Nathan?” Robbie said over the music.

Nathan? The Nathan? As in Robbie’s ex? Putain, this was not going to end well. And even though Julien now knew who he was, his first impression of him hadn’t changed. Nathan was a good-looking guy. Connard.

“Yeah, hi,” Nathan said, not even sparing Julien a glance, as he flashed a smile that, unfortunately, made his face even more attractive. “Wow. You look great, babe. Gorgeous.”

Julien could almost feel Robbie’s hackles rise at the shock in Nathan’s voice, and just as he was about to reach out and offer a comforting hand, Robbie angled his head up and said, “Of course I do. I went back to being me. You know, the kind of gorgeous you don’t like.”

Nathan took a step closer. “That’s not what I meant—”

“No?” Robbie said. “Then what did you mean? You didn’t think I’d hide away and mourn you forever, did you? Oh, honey, please. My shine came back as soon as the dark cloud I’d been smothered by left. Or, I’m sorry, threw me out and fired me.”

Nathan half grinned. “Ah, I’ve missed that. You always were feisty. I’ve actually been wanting to call you.”

Is this guy serious? After the way he’d treated Robbie, Julien was shocked Nathan had the audacity to come anywhere near him. But then again, he didn’t seem too bright. He hadn’t even noticed that Priest had just come to a stop behind him.

“Call me?” Robbie said, and then laughed. “Why would you want to call me when you were too embarrassed to even talk to me in public?”

“Robbie…” Nathan paused, and when it looked as though he were going to reach out and touch Robbie, Julien decided it was time to make his presence known.

He stepped up behind Robbie and placed a hand on his waist, and Robbie startled as though he’d forgotten Julien was there.

“Ça va, princesse?” Julien asked, knowing Robbie would pick up on the question, but at the same time sparing him the indignity of asking it out loud.

“Oui,” Robbie said, as he turned his head to look at Julien.

Robbie’s eyes were still dilated from the arousal that had been riding him before they’d been so rudely interrupted, and when he licked his glossy lips, Julien knew Robbie saw the same desire in his.

“Hey?” Nathan said, inserting himself again into a moment where he was not welcome. “Aren’t you that…that chef guy?”

Robbie’s spine stiffened at Nathan’s words, but Julien looked around Robbie’s shoulder at the man who had once tried to dull their princesse and said, “Oui, I am. And you’re that Nathan guy.”

Nathan frowned, obviously confused. But when his eyes lowered to the hand Julien had on Robbie’s waist, Julien tightened his fingers and stepped in even closer to Robbie. That’s right, monsieur—Il est à moi.

“Yeah. Uh, that’s right,” Nathan said as he looked to Robbie. “I’m Robbie’s—”

“Nothing.” Priest’s voice was firm when it finally cut in. “But I’m Priest, and they are mine.”

Nathan’s head whipped around, and Julien heard Robbie suck in a breath—no doubt as turned on by Priest in that moment as Julien was.