Page 48 of The Love of Priest

Getting out, he immediately made his way around, assisting Britain out of the car.

"This place is gorgeous." Britain looked around the exterior of the home. The two-story home wasn't too big for Britain's liking. It was just right.

Priest handed Britain his keys. "Go ahead and give yourself a tour. I'll get your bags out of the car," he instructed her before he went ahead and began hauling her bags out.

Britain did as she was told. Once she entered the home, she was in awe. There was so much natural light within the home, and it paired well with the deep gray and classic white color scheme that decorated it. Everything looked picture-perfect. The floors were spotless, allowing Britain to see her reflection in the gorgeously polished tiles.

"You like?" Priest entered the home behind her, sitting her bags by the door.

Turning on her heels, she faced Priest with a smile etched on her. "I love it," she assured as she stood on her tippy toes so she could wrap her arms around his neck.

"I've got a lot planned," he enlightened her, pecking the corner of her lips.

Britain’s lips curled into an infectious smile. "Should I go get ready?"

Priest shook his head. "I just need you make up free and your hair pinned up," he informed her, causing Britain to raise a brow.

"Sounds like you wanna shoot a fade," she playfully hit his chest with a light fist.

Priest laughed, finding Britain amusing. "You definitely not in my weight class, lightweight ass," he teased.

"Priest, I'm a problem out here in these streets. You hear? I'm heavy." Britain cupped her rear, trying to exaggerate the size of it. Priest shook his head with a light smirk.

"Get'cha ass on." He waved her off and directed her upstairs.

As Britain ascended the stairs, she did a light twerk, entertaining him. "This ass is three handfuls Priest," she continued to joke, causing him to just laugh.

Priest followed her up the steps with her bags and directed her to his bedroom. As Britain entered the bedroom, she glanced around the room completely.

"Hmm, how many unholy spirits you had on this little bed,Reverend?" Britain teased as she pointed to the California king.

Priest eyed Britain, trying his best not to crack a laugh at her. He shook his head lightly. "If you must know,London, not many people been on this bed. I like protecting my energy."

"That doesn't excuse how many evil spirits you've given the dick to," Britain scoffed lightly with a smirk.

Priest released a laugh. "You would count as one of those evil spirits. Right?" He raised a questioning brow.

Britain screwed her face up at him. "I'm an angel, heaven, and everything in between," she retorted with an innocent bat of her lashes.

Priest nodded, his bottom lip bitten between his teeth. "Gimme that same look tonight." He gripped the crook of Britain's neck, minimizing the distance between them.

Realizing Priest's demeanor had shifted into a much more serious and lusting one, Britain gulped down her nerves lightly and nodded her head. After a brief and heated make out session that took them both by surprise, Priest assisted Britain in getting undressed after she ridded her face of her make up.

"Put this on." He aided Britain with gliding on the royal blue silk robe.

Once the robe was over her bare body, she tied it around her waist before looking up at Priest with her brows bumped together. “What’s this for?”

“Questions defeat the purpose of a surprise,” was all he throated out before taking her hand and ushering her down the staircase. Nerves stirred within Britain as she followed behind him.

They halted at a set of double doors which opened to a gorgeous view of the relaxing beach. The beachfront greeted them with the soothing sounds of the deep blue waves crashing against the shore.

Britain’s eyes scanned the area in awe. She noticed the massage table that was set up in the center of the deck with a smiling woman standing alongside it. Britain turned on her heels to face Priest. "This… is it for me?" she asked in slight disbelief.

Priest nodded with a smug smile, realizing he succeeded in pleasing her. "I want to show you the joy in life. Here's a part of it.” He motioned toward the massage set up. "This is my masseuse, Diane. She's gonna loosen you up a bit and work out those kinks in your back. Diane, this is Britain."

The two women shook hands. Britain couldn't help but notice how smooth and soft Diane's hands were. She was positive her body would melt at the start of the massage. "Will I be seeing more of you, Mrs. Justice?" Dianne smiled as she offered Britain a hand to assist her onto the massage table.

Britain was on the verge of correcting Diane to let her know she and Priest weren't married and she wasn't Mrs. Justice, but Priest spoke up instead. "You will, Diane," he assured the masseuse of Britain's future presence in the Hampton home. "Enjoy yourself, Gioia. I'll be inside," he finalized before slipping back into the home.

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