Page 139 of The Love of Priest

"Uh huh," Britain nodded.

Priest tried his best to contain himself as Britain remained wrapped in his arms. He opted to give her a quick tour of the penthouse to help her grow familiar with it. He knew she would be restless if she didn't get the chance to see the kitchen first, so that was their first stop.

"You have all this kitchen space, and you mean to tell me you still don't know how to cook?" Britain teased with a raise of her brow.

Priest nestled his head in the crook of Britain's neck, pressing his lips against her smooth skin. "I don't have the time," he mumbled against her skin.

Britain laughed at the feeling of his beard brushing against her neck. "I'll teach you, P."

"‘Preciate it," Priest expressed his gratitude for her efforts.

They continued their course through the home with Priest insisting the next stop be his bedroom. Upon entrance to his safe haven, Britain’s eyes shifted around, admiring the beauty of his perfectly made bed in the center of the bedroom. The tall, paned windows took up an entire wall, allowing Priest to wake up to a gorgeous view whenever he spent his nights there.

"You weren't kidding when you said your bed was bigger." Britain pointed to the Alaskan king-sized bed.

"Ain't no cap in my rap," Priest joked as he lifted her off her feet, tossing her onto the plush mattress.

A squeal of laughter aired out of Britain on the trip down onto the bed. She landed perfectly in the center with her hair sprawled all over. Priest made his way over to the bed, hovering over her so his chains dangled in her face.

"And you ain't wanna come home with me. That's wild." He screwed his face up as if opting out of coming to the penthouse was the craziest decision she could have ever made.

Britain wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. "Your penthouse is lovely," she complimented.

"Thank you." He smirked in a proud and confident manner. He craned down for another kiss, this time unintentionally deepening it. His tongue parted her lips as his right hand glided down the side of her thigh. Britain basked in every second of his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth during the sensual and passionate kiss.

Just as Priest maneuvered his hand toward her inner thighs, he heard a buzz circulate throughout the room. Fighting the urge to continue what he had just started, Priest pulled his lips from Britain's with a light groan, causing her to laugh. She ridded his lips of the transfer of her lip gloss before he went off toward the door of the bedroom. Right next to it was a receiver on the wall for the entry buzzer that was connected to the lobby of the building.

Britain leaned on her elbows, watching as Priest pressed his finger down on a button on the receiver to connect to the lobby. "Yo," he responded to the buzz.

"Good day, Mr. Justice. You have Kenya and her team here for you today." The front desk receptionist informed him in a polite voice.

"You can send them up. Thank you," Priest responded.

"No problem, Mr. Justice. You enjoy the rest of your day," the woman concluded the conversation.

Priest turned away from the entry buzzer to face Britain again. A smirk embedded on her face as she eyed him. "What?" he asked, seeing the look she was giving him.

"Mr. Justice," she mocked in the same preppy and high-pitched tone the front desk receptionist used. "I like the way that sounds," she teased with a laugh as she began climbing off the bed.

Priest smacked his lips jokingly. "Let's not get into the name calling,Paris," he heckled her, causing Britain to side-eye him.

They made their way to the living room just in time to meet Priest's stylist, Kenya, and her team of two. Britain kept a smile on her face, afraid that if she didn’t, she would give the wrong impression of being uninterested.

"What's up, Kenya?" Priest leaned in and gave the woman a polite hug.

Kenya was stunning. She stood at the short height of five-foot-three, which she managed to set off with a pair of four-inch heels. Her golden skin contrasted the bright red lipstick that stained her lips and matched the white dress and red blazer she wore.Her hair was styled in a slick ponytail that was accessorized by a few bobby pins, making the style chic and modern. She had her iPad in hand and was carrying what appeared to be a work bag and her phone.

"Hey, Priest. So nice to see you again." She smiled, showcasing the gap she had between her teeth.

Seeing the gap immediately caused Britain to fawn over Kenya because she had one herself. "This my shorty, Britain," Priest introduced Britain as he placed his hand at the small of her back.

Kenya extended a hand to Britain. "Very nice to meet you." She continued to smile.

"Pleasure is all mine," Britain said.

Kenya introduced Britain to the hairstylist, Karlie, and the makeup artist, Deja. Priest let Britain take the lead, certain he and Kenya had nothing to discuss because she always knew what to put him in.

After getting an idea of Britain's style, Kenya encouraged her to try on a few sample gowns she brought with her that could be tailored to Britain's body if needed. While Britain was off trying on the last of the gowns Kenya had brought with her, Priest leaned back in his seat awaiting her.

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