ROBBIE STEPPED OUT of The Daily Grind and slipped his hand into the pocket of his black quilted peacoat as he tipped his face up into the morning sun. He had two coffees in a tray, and despite his life being in a bit of upheaval, he had a smile on his face. For a while now, he’d wanted to get back out on his own, and with his job at The Popped Cherry, he could finally afford it. This was actually the perfect time for him to hunt for a new place.

His nonna was going to need more help than he could give her, and his ma was right—she wouldn’t want him to put his life on hold to be her caretaker. It made sense with the tremors getting worse that she move into an environment where she could get the care she needed, because God forbid this happen again with a worse outcome. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

Plus, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get his own place, since he had two men he was dating that he’d like to have stay over for the night instead of hiding away from prying eyes.

So, with a smile on his face, Robbie crossed the street and headed to the building that housed the law offices of Mitchell & Madison.

Priest had told him to stop by anytime, and when Robbie glanced at the clock in the beautiful marble lobby, he saw it was just going on ten. As he stepped onto the elevator with several other people, he hit the button of the new floor—the one where the infamous Christmas party had been held—and then moved to the back corner.

As the doors shut and the elevator began its ascent, Robbie couldn’t help but wonder if this had been the same elevator he’d been in the day Priest had first seen him. He smiled at the thought. He still couldn’t believe he’d been standing in such a small area with Priest and not sensed him there, because now, Robbie was convinced he or Julien could be in a room Robbie was blindfolded in, and he’d still be able to tell.

Hmm, maybe we could test that theory out, Robbie thought as the elevator hit his floor and opened. That would be fun.

He stepped out into the new lobby, and wow, this was the first time he’d been up here since the party, and it looked fantastic. Immediately off the elevators was a beautiful curved desk made of mahogany and marble, where the pretty brunette who’d worked downstairs had obviously moved.

She was perched on a chair with a headset on as she typed away at a computer, and behind her on a large mottled glass divider was a sign that read, Mitchell & Madison Attorneys at Law.

Off to the left was a new waiting room outfitted with comfortable-looking couches and chairs with magazine racks, a water fountain, and coffee bar with what looked like every coffee choice known to man, along with a very nice selection of fresh pastries.

Well damn, Robbie thought as he looked at the coffee cup in his hand. Guess Priest didn’t need this after all; he was just being nice. Wait? Priest being nice? No way. Robbie laughed to himself just as the woman looked up at him, smiled, and said, “Hello. How can I help you this morning?”

“Hi. Yeah. I’m here to see Priest,” Robbie said. “I’m sorry, Mr. Priestley. He’s expecting me.”

“Of course.” The lady—Tiffany, according to her nametag—smiled and pressed a button on her phone. “Who should I say is here?”

Robbie was tempted to say, “His princess,” but this was Priest’s place of business. “Robert Bianchi.”

“Okay,” Tiffany said, and waited for the phone to connect. “Hello, Mr. Priestley. There’s a Robert Bianchi here to see you.”

As Robbie stood there, he felt a frisson of excitement shoot up his spine at the thought of seeing one of the men he’d shared a bed with last night in mere minutes.

Tiffany ended the call and got to her feet. “If you’ll follow me?”

Robbie didn’t need a second invitation—he was eager to see Priest. He followed her down a hall that led past a glassed-wall conference room, and when they got to the end of it, Robbie saw the office Tate had dragged him into with a light off, but the name Logan Mitchell was on a plaque by the door.

Funny, but up until right then, Robbie hadn’t even thought about the fact he was standing in Logan’s place of business, and usually that would be the first thing on his mind. Huh.

When Tiffany stopped at a door midway down the long hall at the back of the floor, she knocked twice and waited.

“Come in.” Priest’s voice came through the cracked door, and it was like a bolt of electricity up Robbie’s spine. God, that voice and the word come shouldn’t be around him unless they were naked. His cock reacted to it as though Priest had just stroked him. Hmm, maybe we could get—

“You can go in,” Tiffany said, and then added, “Have a nice day,” as she walked around him to go back to her post.

Robbie pushed open the door, and when he stepped inside and saw Priest sitting behind a large mahogany desk that matched the one at the entrance of the firm, he smiled. “Why, good morning, Mr. Priestley.”

Priest’s lips twitched as Robbie walked further inside and looked around the sparse space. Unlike Logan’s old office downstairs—and no doubt the new corner one up here—there was nothing on the walls. No clock, no photos, no degrees—there was just one painting by the door, and Robbie would place money that that had come with the office.

“Good morning, Robert.”

Robbie’s eyes came back to Priest’s as he sat back in his chair and steepled his hands over his chest.

“You look rather happy this morning.”

That was the second time today he’d been told that, and Robbie wondered what Priest would say if he said that he and Julien were the reason. Instead, he took a sip of his coffee and said, “I had a good night’s sleep, an excellent start to my day, and I’m currently drinking something that is like heaven in my mouth.” He added a flirty little kiss in Priest’s direction.

“I once told you to come here and do that, and you said no,” Priest said, as Robbie walked over to the desk and put the coffees on it. “I believe your excuse at the time was that you didn’t know me well enough to let me near your tongue. How do you feel now? Because I’d really like your tongue in my mouth for the next five minutes.”

Robbie grinned, heat flushing his face at the thought. Then he unbuckled the belt of his jacket and shrugged out of it. He draped it over one of the chairs facing Priest’s desk, and then walked around it to where Priest sat.

When he went to lean back against the desk, Priest shook his head. “No. Over here,” he said, and then pushed his chair back and patted his lap. “I want you here.”

Robbie looked at Priest’s lap, and his cock throbbed at the erection he could see between Priest’s legs. Fuck, it was a toss-up on what he wanted most: to have that in his mouth or to sit on it. But Priest had been specific, and without another word, Robbie sat across Priest’s thighs and squirmed around a little, grinding his ass against the hard length he could feel.

Priest chuckled as he wrapped an arm around Robbie’s waist. “Are you quite comfortable?”

Robbie did it again, and this time waggled his eyebrows. “I am now. Are you?”

“I’d be more so if my pants were unzipped and my cock was in you. But I’m guessing that was the plan, am I right?”

“Yes. Yes, you are,” Robbie said, and winked. “I brought you coffee, just the way you like it. Cream and three sugars. But I saw the supplies you have out there and realized you probably don’t need any, so—”

“Robert?” Priest said.

“Yes?”

“I love that you brought me coffee. Thank you.”

Inordinately pleased by that, Robbie leaned in and pressed a kiss to Priest’s lips, and when he realized what he’d done right there in Priest’s office, Robbie raised his head about to apologize, but Priest’s hand was at the back of his hair, halting him.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Robbie lowered his eyes to Priest’s mouth, desperately wanting it back against his. “I… You’re at work. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not,” Priest said, and before Robbie could think beyond that, Priest’s mouth was against his, the soft scratch of his stubble tickling Robbie’s skin as Priest angled his head and slipped his tongue between his lips.

Robbie moaned and brought a hand up to cradle Priest’s cheek, and as he practically crawled up his lap, a rumbling growl came out of Priest’s throat.

“I like that sound,” Robbie said, as he looked into Priest’s eyes. “You sound like you want to attack me.”

“I do.”

Robbie giggled. “Why, behave yourself, Mr. Priestley. I didn’t come down here so you could have your way with me.”

“No?”

“No,” Robbie said, and then sat up. “I came because you told me to.”

“Not yet, you haven’t,” Priest said with a smirk. “But that’s one of the things I like best about you. You come when I tell you to.”

Robbie rolled his eyes. “For the first time, I want you to be serious, and you’re making jokes. You said you wanted to talk to me about something.”

“We do, yes.”

“Okay,” Robbie said. “What is it?”

“Before that…” Priest said as he absently ran a hand up and down Robbie’s back, and Robbie wondered if he even realized he was doing it. It was nice. “How’d your talk go with your mom? Was it about what you thought?”

Robbie nodded. “Yeah. Once Nonna gets out of rehab, they’re going to move her into a community home. Apparently they’d been looking into it for a little while, but she was on the fence until now.” Robbie ran a hand over his face and sighed. “I know it’s for the best, and she actually seems pretty happy about it, but it’s still a bit of a shock, you know?”

Priest nodded. “I know. And what about you? Have you given any thought about where you are going to stay?”

Robbie shrugged. “Well, they need to get the house together and put it for sale—that will pay for Nonna’s new place—so I have a little bit of time. But I’m going to be looking for an apartment as soon as possible. Vanessa has a friend she’s going to room with, so she’s moving out in the next couple of days.”

Priest’s eyes narrowed. “Right.” Then he pointed to the phone on the desk. “Can you hit speaker and then dial one?”

Robbie did as he was asked, and as the phone began to ring, Priest ran a hand up the outside of his thigh and tugged him closer to him on his lap. Robbie relaxed against him as the phone connected. “Bonjour, mon amour.”

“Good morning, Julien,” Priest said, and his warm breath ghosted over Robbie’s cheek, making his entire body aware of who it was nestled against. “I have Robert here with me too.”

“Oh, bonjour, princesse.”

“Hey, Jules,” Robbie said on impulse, and Priest and Julien started laughing. “What?” Robbie asked, feeling like he’d missed something.

“Nothing,” Priest said, and Robbie sat up.

“That laugh doesn’t sound like nothing,” Robbie said. “Is he laughing at me, Julien?”

“He is.”

“Why?”

“When you say my name like that, it means…stud, in English.”

Robbie thought back to what he’d said, and then looked to Priest. “Seriously? Jules means stud?” He looked back to the phone. “Your nickname literally means stud? Wow, your parents were spot fucking on.”

And that made both men laugh even more.

“Merci,” Julien said, as he finally calmed. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. You can call me that whenever you like.”

“I think I just might. It’s way more fitting than Prick.”

“I don’t know,” Priest said. “You’re just thinking about the man you know now. Have you forgotten the one you used to watch? He was very—”

“Temperamental?” Robbie said. “I remember.”

“Excusez-moi,” Julien said. “I’m still here, you two.”

“So you are,” Priest said, and winked at Robbie, who almost fell off his lap in shock. Jesus, playful Priest was…sexy as hell. “I was about to speak to Robert about what we discussed this morning.”

“Oui, let’s,” Julien said, and Robbie frowned.

“We understand you will be looking for a place to stay now with your nonna moving, and we would like to invite you to come and stay with us.”

As Priest was talking, Robbie tried to pay attention, but as the words came out of his mouth, Robbie couldn’t believe what he’d heard. He blinked at Priest a couple of times, but when Robbie said nothing, Julien came across the speaker.

“Princesse, you there?”

“He’s here,” Priest said. “I think he’s in shock. He looks like he might pass out.”

Julien chuckled. “You don’t have to sleep in our room with us, per se.”

Robbie found his tongue. “Why not?”

Priest’s lip curled. “Because we don’t want you to feel like you can only say yes if you sleep with us. The offer is there regardless of our circumstances. We know you’re still thinking about all of this—”

“No, I’m not,” Robbie said. “I’m done thinking. I was done last night when we all finished talking.” Priest went silent, and Julien remained likewise, until Robbie said, “I want this. Whatever this is, or can be, or will be, I want to see where it goes with you. With both of you.”

* * *

PRIEST COULDN’T BELIEVE what he’d just heard, and as Robbie sat there on his lap and stared at him, Julien said, “That’s wonderful.”

Robbie laughed, and the joyful sound registered, but Priest was still busy staring at the beautiful man who was seated on his lap. He couldn’t believe Robbie had actually agreed to be theirs.

“Priest?” Julien said, and Robbie laughed a little louder.

“Now he looks like he’s going to pass out.”

“You’ve shocked him,” Julien said.

That was the absolute truth. Priest was stunned.

“What’s the matter?” Robbie said. “You change your mind already?”

Priest shook his head. “Not a chance.”

Robbie’s eyes twinkled as his pink lips curved up in a sexy smile.

“And the apartment?”

“Uhh…” Robbie said. “I don’t know about that. This is already so much and so fast. I…I think it might be better for now if I get my own place for a while. That’s okay, right?”

“Of course.” Priest nodded and smoothed his hand up his back. “We understand.”

“We do,” Julien agreed. “And if you change your mind, you just let us know.”

“Okay,” Robbie said, and then grinned like a rascal. “So we’re really going to do this? Date? Like…all of us?”

“We are,” Julien said.

Priest nuzzled in under Robbie’s ear. “We are going to wine you, dine you, and—”

“I already think you’ve done all of those things,” Robbie said, and swatted at Priest’s chest.

“Mmm, we did. Didn’t we?” Julien said. “Then how about you pick something for us to do?”

Priest chuckled, feeling completely relaxed for the first time in months as he leaned back in his chair. “Julien, I’m not sure that’s the smartest idea leaving the decision up to—”

“Hey,” Robbie said. “I can pick something fun.”

“Oh he’s not worried about that, princesse,” Julien said, and Robbie leaned in and put his lips to Priest’s.

“Aww, are you worried I’m going to make you go to a karaoke bar and sing Starship with me?”

Priest’s eyes widened. “I wasn’t. But I am now.”

Julien laughed loudly, and as Robbie nipped at Priest’s lip, there were three loud knocks on the office door.

“Priest? You in here? I thought I’d stick my head in and see if you bothered hanging any photos on the—”

Logan Mitchell’s words came to an abrupt stop as he froze in the doorway and stared at the scene in front of him.

Robbie dropped his hands from Priest’s chest and was obviously about to scramble off his lap. But Priest put a hand on his thigh and said in a calm voice, “Julien? We’ll call you back.”

“Oui. Talk to you then,” Julien said, and ended the call.

Logan took a step farther into the office and let the door shut behind him, and his sharp eyes took in everything from Robbie on Priest’s lap, to the hand Priest had on Robbie’s leg. He then brought his gaze up to Priest and said, “You are unfuckingbelievable.”