Page 191 of The Love of Priest

Just as Jazzy was about to respond to him, his phone went off, and she lost interest in telling him how long she had been single. Instead, she eyed him, observing how well he handled his phone going off in front of her. Cameron glanced down at the screen, realizing that it was his wife, Avery, calling.

"Answer it," Jazzy urged him.

He chuckled while silencing the call and shook his head. "It's not important." He proceeded to sit the device down on the table.

"Looks to me like it is important." She pointed at the phone, which began ringing once more. "Answer it."

Cameron licked his lips before glancing down at his still ringing phone. "You answer it," he offered with a shrug.

She laughed while shaking her head. "You're not my man," she reminded him.

"Consider it as you doing me a favor," he bargained.

"One of your clingy hoes?" Jazzy hiked her brow up at him.

He let out a laugh before shrugging. "You can say that."

She reached over the table, grabbing the phone. She answered the fourth call that had come in, placing it on speaker.

"Cameron, where are you?" Avery sighed tiredly, frustration webbing her voice. Hearing the tone in her voice immediately stripped away all the amusement Jazzy had prior to answering the phone. She planned on telling the woman that Cameron was busy on a date with her, and he would call her once they wrapped up, but she just couldn't. Jazzy wouldn't want anyone doing that to her, so she just hung up and handed the phone back over to Cameron.

A smirk plastered his face as he eyed Jazzy with a smug look. She seemed shaken. "I found your weakness," he told her as he turned his phone off completely before sliding it into his pocket.

"Weakness?" Jazzy rolled her eyes.

Licking his lips, Cameron's orbs seared into hers as he nodded confidently. "Competition."

ChapterForty-Eight

Britain placedher eye at the view finder of her camera, zooming in on Priest. She knew she was probably driving him up the wall with the number of pictures she was taking of him, but she had her reasons.

"C'mon, Brit. Take it easy today," he told her as she took a burst of photos of him while holding his hand up to her lens to prevent her from taking anymore.

Britain put her camera down with a loud huff. He screwed up his face, hiking his bushy brows up at her. "You're acting like I had a camera in your grill all day," he scoffed as he grabbed his rolling tray.

Britain laughed as she sat the camera down, putting Priest at ease. "You don't like having your very own personal photographer?" She smirked at him as she took the rolling tray from his lap and sat there instead.

Priest, who was already in the midst of rolling, simply shrugged his shoulders. "I don't mind, but you don't think you've taken enough pictures of me today?” He chuckled as he reached out, grabbed the camera from her, and set it aside.

"No," Britain whined. "You're my muse."

Priest shook his head at her in amusement. "Your muse needs a break." He leaned in and kissed her lips.

"Can we go out and do something? You've been busy all week." She pouted her lips. Britain was now back at her apartment, and she didn't realize how lonely her place was until Priest had to go take care of things throughout the week, leaving her home to just wait up for him. At his place, she had different people to talk to, like Jazzy and Talia, so she never got too bored.

Priest let out a sigh as he sat his rolled joint aside. He used both hands to grip Britain's sides before they roamed downward to grip her rear. "I'm sorry," he apologized for his lack of time. "I just got a few more things to take care of, and then I'm all you.”

"All me?" she asked for clarification.

Priest eyed her with temptation as he bit down on his bottom lip. "You're trying to make me late." He leaned back to prop himself up on his elbows as he gazed up at Britain.

A smirk played on her plump lips as her hands rubbed up and down his chest before slipping underneath his shirt. "Is it working?"

Priest chuckled lightly, feeling flustered by the intense eyes she was giving him. Instead of responding to her, he took ahold of her chin, lowering her head to meet him for a kiss. "I'll take that as a yes," she mumbled against his lips before smiling.

He brought his elbows down, allowing him to lay on his back while she straddled him. "Take this off." He slipped his strong hands underneath her dress, cupping her fat ass in his hands.

She pulled her lips from his before lifting herself up to allow him to slip her out of her clothes. Once she was out of the dress, her breasts bounced out at him. Content with the sight of her bare flesh, Priest licked his lips as his hands trailed up from her rear to her chest. She reached down, slipping her panties off and leaving her completely bare before his eyes.

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