Page 9 of The Princess, the Prick & the Priest (Confessions 4)

As Priest drew them to a stop in front of Julien, he let go of Robbie’s hand, and Robbie blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. When he tried to speak again, nothing came out, and a sensual smile slowly curved Julien’s full lips.

Priest chuckled. “I believe you’ve rendered him speechless, mon cœur.”

Julien held his hand out, and as Robbie slipped his palm over the top of it, Julien drew him forward and bowed down to press his lips to the back of Robbie’s knuckles.

Sweet. Jesus. As if all of that wasn’t enough to make Robbie’s heart thump wildly, Julien looked at him from beneath his lashes and said, “Bonsoir, princesse,” and Robbie close to swooned under the power of that smile and dimple.

“Um…” Robbie licked his lips. “You’re naked.”

Julien laughed, and when he straightened, he tugged on Robbie’s hand and drew him in close. “Oui, I am.”

“Wow.” Robbie put a palm on Julien’s chest to steady himself. “This is, like, one of my top fantasies ever coming to life right now.”

“Mhmm. I remember,” Julien said, as Robbie gripped the back of his neck. “It’s fast becoming one of mine too.”

Now that he’d managed to regain some of his brain function, Robbie leaned back a little and touched the tip of his tongue to his top lip. “I want to see more.”

“Greedy,” Julien said, but let go of Robbie’s waist so he could take a step back.

Once there were a couple of feet between them, Robbie trailed his eyes down Julien’s naked torso, to the apron that covered from his waist to the middle of his muscled thighs. “Could you maybe, um…turn around?”

“I could. If you say please,” Julien said, his voice as effective as a firm stroke to Robbie’s stiffening cock.

“S’il te plaît.”

“Très bien, princesse.” Julien pivoted, slowly, and it was all Robbie could do to stand where he was and keep his hands to—and off—himself. The stark white material was a stunning contrast with Julien’s taut, tanned skin, and when his smooth back came into view, Robbie close to whimpered.

Holy shit.

The tattoos on Julien’s shoulder, that tapered waist, and the dimples of his firm ass as he came to a stop facing the far wall, had Robbie taking a step forward. Add in the neatly tied bow that sat above Julien’s tailbone, and the ends that swished against his round cheeks, and Robbie couldn’t contain the moan that left his throat.

“Remember.” Priest’s voice came from behind, making Robbie’s cock even harder. “If you behave yourself, you can do anything you like to that body…later.”

“Shit,” Robbie said, unable to tear his eyes away. “Have you ever had Jules cook like this for you before?”

“No, surprisingly.” Priest wrapped his arms around Robbie’s waist and tugged him back into his body. “But I’m starting to think this is the only way we should ever let him cook for us.”

Julien looked over his shoulder at the two of them, and his smirk had Robbie squirming in Priest’s arms. God, he’s fucking hot.

“If you two are done ogling me, I have a birthday dinner to finish preparing.”

Priest massaged the heel of his palm over Robbie’s erection. “You done looking, sweetheart?”

“Not nearly— Ah, fuck, Priest.” Robbie thrust into Priest’s hand as Julien walked back to the stove, and when he picked up a wooden spoon, Robbie’s mind pictured him doing a whole lot more with that spoon than stirring that pot.

How in the hell do they expect me to wait through a meal to touch him?

“Why don’t you go and sit over there at the island,” Priest said, “and watch while he finishes up in here?”

Robbie nodded as he walked around to the barstools and got up on one. “Julien Thornton is cooking for me naked. This is officially the best birthday ever.”

“It’s not your birthday yet,” Priest said, and handed Robbie a cosmo. “Now why don’t you sit there and enjoy your drink while I go and finish setting the table. Remember, you can look, but no touching. Not yet.”

AROUND FIFTEEN COCK-TEASING minutes later, Priest ushered Robbie into the dining room, and when he headed toward his usual spot on the right of the table, opposite Julien’s seat, Priest shook his head and pulled out the chair at the head.

“I believe this is your seat tonight,” Priest said, and crooked a finger. “Come over here.”

“So bossy,” Robbie said, his eyes full of mischief as he walked over, trailing his fingers along the back of the chair. “But you should probably get it out of your system now, since I’m the one who’s going to be calling the shots later.”

“If you win,” Priest said, when Robbie came to a standstill.

He had dressed in Priest’s favorite short shorts pajama set tonight, and with his hair swept back and still damp, Robbie’s pouty lips and high cheekbones were on prominent display, making it extremely difficult for Priest to keep his hands to himself.

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