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"The change in scenery, I guess," she shrugged. "You were right."

"Like always," he said arrogantly, resulting in Britain rolling her eyes.

"Get over yourself just for one second, please," she laughed.

Priest chuckled as he readjusted himself so his head was lying on Britain's chest. Britain shook her head in amusement, already expecting him to maneuver his way to her chest like he did every morning. She soothingly caressed his head, smoothing her tender hand over his deep waves.

Priest fell into a deep state of comfort, which resulted in him falling back asleep while Britain remained awake. She didn't mind coddling him, despite Priest acting as if he didn't enjoy it as much as she did. She liked having him close. She knew she would never be able to convince him to be the little spoon, so she was taking what she could get.

Priest didn't sleep for too long. While he was asleep, she spent the time counting the many seagulls that flew by in the early morning. It was boring, but she didn't mind as long as she didn't squirm around too much to wake him.

When he did wake up, he absentmindedly greeted her once more, which caused her to laugh. The two rose from the bed, shuffling toward the bathroom to take care of their hygiene. They stood beside one another at the Jack and Jill sinks, brushing their teeth, then washing their faces. Britain went through her detailed skincare routine before forcing Priest to do so as well since he thought just a random brand of bar soap would do the trick.

Britain hoisted herself up onto the bathroom counter so Priest was standing between her legs while she exfoliated,cleansed, and moisturized his face for him. "Don't you feel pretty?" she teased as she patted his face dry with a fresh towel.

Priest’s dark eyes peered down at her in a warning manner, which intensified her laughter."Does it look like I'm the type of nigga to feel pretty?" He stale-faced her.

She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, pulling him closer. "Loosen up, beautiful," she continued to poke fun at him, which ultimately caused him to attempt to free himself from her hold. "Relax!"

She cupped her hands around his face, bringing his head down to meet him for a kiss. At first, he refused to kiss her back, but eventually, she got him to loosen up. "I love you, playa." She grinned up at him while batting her long lashes.

He smirked as he brushed his padded thumb against her plump lips. "I love you too, playa."

"How'd you sleep last night?" she asked.Prior to their long drive to The Hamptons, neither could sleep. They were both restless, tossing and turning, despite being completely at ease by being next to each other in bed.

Priest shrugged slightly. "I think the drive here did it for me. You left me hanging in the car, though. You were chatting about staying up with me, and within the first thirty minutes, you were knocked out cold." He shook his head, shaming her jokingly.

She waved him off. "In my defense, you were being so boring last night. You wanted to drive in silence," she scoffed.

"Sadly, the only way you'll keep that big-ass mouth of yours shut is when you're fucking sleeping," he retorted teasingly, causing Britain to gasp in shock.

"Kanaz!" She smacked his chest.

"I'm fucking with you." He grabbed her wrist, bringing her hands down before pressing his soft lips against hers once more.

Britain rolled her eyes, deciding to give him a pass for his silly joke. He didn't pull away from her lips until he pecked thema few times, which brought a beaming smile to her face. "What's planned for today?" she asked him, already knowing he had to have some activity planned for them. Priest always kept her on her toes when it came to them spending time together. She enjoyed every date he'd ever taken her out on. His effort never went unnoticed and was deeply appreciated.

He shrugged. "Anything, really."

A smile of excitement made its way onto Britain's face as she thought about how many wild things she could convince him to do while they were in the Hamptons. Priest knew her mind was probably brewing a mile a minute at the moment."Before you jump off the fucking deep end, how about we do some shopping, then lunch afterward?" he offered.

"You hate shopping." She side-eyed him.

He chuckled, knowing he had made himself clear about how much he hated shopping, but that never made him stop shopping, nonetheless. "Who said I was shopping for me?" He smirked down at her, causing a light laugh to flow from Britain.

"Are you trying to blow a bag on me, sir?" She screwed her face up jokingly.

Priest licked his lips before biting down on his bottom lip. "You deserve it," he shrugged while she basked in the ruggedness of his baritone voice.

"Word?" She smirked up at him, mocking his lingo.

He chuckled with a nod. "Word," he confirmed.

As his hooded and hollow eyes seared into her, a rush of anticipation flowed through her body. She bit down on her plump bottom lip lightly as her hands caressed his bare chest that was inked in various tattoos. Priest‘s massive hands planted themselves on her thighs that were exposed from the mini silk nightgown she slept comfortably in. His hands trailed upward, causing the nightgown to roll up to her waist, revealing her bare bottom half.

His mouth instantly began to salivate in eagerness. His eyes shifted from Britain's nicely waxed pussy to her face. The look in her eyes was giving him all the permission he needed.A squeal of laughter aired out of her as he hiked her up onto his shoulder, sending a smack to her rear. After wading out of the bathroom, he tossed her petite body onto the plush California king mattress. Her frame sank into the plush center of the bed as he hovered over her.

She fawned over his enticing physique as he remained over her. His built arms were decorated with tattoos, as was his chest. It seemed as though the artwork didn't stop spreading until he lightened up with a few small pieces on his face. Britain didn't mind. She loved them all. He licked his lips as his orbs filled with lust. Britain looked gorgeous as her radiant skin glowed. The contrast between the lavender silk gown and her rich sepia skin caused him to bite down on his bottom lip in deep anticipation.