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Priest's gait out of the courtroom was being analyzed by many. He played it cool despite being completely annoyed with the fact that they were set on another two-week continuation. The tug of war in this trial was beginning to run him thin. Priest wanted everything to flow consecutively, but it seemed like it may never be that way.

As always, trailing behind him was J'Ru and Sylvia. Like any other time, questions went unanswered as his wall of security detail was built around them. Reporters swarmed the premises of the courthouse in hopes of getting the chance of hearing Priest speak again. Whenever he did say something, it was always for the books. After Britain's first article had gotten published by The Times , New York as a whole began viewing Priest differently. News chains began using the same wordplay Britain had utilized when it came to describing how well-spoken and intelligent he was. It was funny to him that one big news chain finding it unnecessary to demonize him caused all the others to feel like it would be best to back off.Priest realized that he was never really a problem; the media was.

J'Ru and Priest shared a hug so they could get into their respective SUVs to head their separate ways. "Hit me whenever you need something, bro," J'Ru reminded Priest.

"Always," Priest said before thanking him for the support.

Priest then averted his attention to his mother, who he gave a simple kiss on the cheek before seeing her to her SUV. He always made sure he was the last to get into his car just to ensure the safety of his mother and J'Ru. The line consisted of five SUVs, Priest's always being in the center. Getting into his respective car with the security of Cyro, Priest thanked him before he shut the door behind him. He let out a sigh of relaxation as he sank into the vehicle’s plush seats. From the other side of the door, he could hear the reporters crowding the vehicle, but Cyro kept them at a clear distance. The flashes of the cameras peaked through the window, causing Priest to slightly turn away just in case they could get a few shots of him.

To the left of him, Britain sat with her sunglasses on in hopes of preventing the flashing cameras from stinging her eyes. This had become the usual now. She made sure to leave a few minutes before Priest and was ushered to the car by Cyro. She remained unseen, unheard and safe whenever she was with Priest after a day of trial.

Britain reached over and folded her hand in his. A light smile came over his face before he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. Priest signaled for Cyro to inform the other vehicles that they were free to go, and he did so before climbing into the front seat of the SUV Priest and Britain occupied. Britain and Priest were allowed some privacy by the partition.

"You alright?" Britain asked as she pulled herself closer to him.

Priest nodded. "I'm good," he assured as he wrapped his arm around her so she could rest her head along his shoulder. He craned down and kissed her forehead, causing a sigh of relaxation to filter out of Britain. Like always, they were headed to her apartment. Priest planned to spend some time with Britain before he headed home to spend some much-needed time with Jazzy.

The car ride to Britain's apartment was silent. Not much needed to be said since they usually spent the time just allowing everything to register and making sure things lined up mentally. Arriving at her apartment, Priest stepped out of the vehicle, assisting her out. He gave instructions to Cyro to bring his car from the penthouse to Britain's apartment so he wouldn't have to wait on car service when he was ready to go.

After sending Cyro off with an expression of his gratitude, Priest took Britain’s hand, and they made their way to her door. Britain chuckled as she felt Priest hike her skirt up from the back as she was unlocking the door. "Could you wait?" she playfully scolded him.

Priest applied a sensual kiss onto her neck before he hummed a "No" onto her smooth skin. As she pushed the door open, he rushed her inside before shutting the door with his foot. He had managed to get her blouse out the waist band of the skirt that glorified her mild curves and ass that sat up nicely. He had been gawking at her all day, and, at one point, he didn't even care if anyone noticed.

"You're not gonna let me read to you what I wrote today?" Britain asked as she felt Priest's massive hands palm both sides of her rear while he slowly kissed the crook of her neck.

Priest lifted his head, nodding. "Yeah. You know I can multitask." He smirked at her in a cocky manner. Immediately, he swept her off her feet bridal style, carrying her through the apartment and to her bedroom. Britain barely had time to drop off any of her things. She still had her purse and laptop in her grip as she laughed at how eager Priest was.

He gently placed her on the bed, causing her hair to sprawl across it gracefully. She extended her legs in the air, and he helped remove her fierce pair of heels. Gliding the shoes off her feet, Priest tossed them to the side carelessly. "Um, excuse me. Don't be tossing my Tom Ford heels like that," she playfully scolded him. "Go get them."

"C'mon, you're playing." He eyed her as his hands continued to run along her lower half.

"Okay, let me stop playing and read you the article," Britain said as she reached to her left for her laptop. Priest gripped her waist, assisting her with sitting up against the headboard. Britain could tell he could hardly contain himself, so she had to get through reading the article to him quickly. As she opened the laptop, Priest occupied himself by slipping her panties off.

"P, you said you would listen," Britain whined as she glanced over her laptop eyeing him.

He fixed his dark orbs back up at her. "No, I said I'll multitask. Read the article,Gioia," he assured her. Britain let out a dramatic huff as she realized Priest was stuck on doing his own thing. She averted her attention back to her laptop where the article she had already sent over to Frankie was pulled up.

Before Britain could utter the first word of what she had written, Priest had already planted his tongue against her second set of lips. "P, stop—" Britain quivered out a moan.

"I'm not stopping you, so don't try to stop me," he chuckled before submerging his head back between Britain's thighs.

"I can't f-focus—" A moan crept through her words as Priest slowly lapped his warm tongue up and down her wet and pink flesh.

Priest shrugged. "I guess you're just gonna have to sacrifice that right now." He smirked before reaching his strong arms up and grabbing ahold of her laptop. He shut it before sitting it to the side on her nightstand. "I been craving you all day."

Britain was about to slash him with a witty response just as he had done her, but she couldn't muster up the strength to get any words out. Instead, breathless moans strung out of her as she ran her hand over Priest's smooth lowcut waves. Now that Priest knew there wasn't much that could distract Britain, he locked her legs open against his burly shoulders.

As his tongue explored the depths of Britain's core, he slid his right hand up her thigh slowly. The sensation of his fingertips grazing her smooth skin caused Britain to bite down on her plump bottom lip. As he bestowed attention on her wet bottom half, he made sure to arouse other parts of her body with sensual touching.

Priest's tongue paid great attention to Britain's throbbing clit, stimulating it with a little pressure. He glided his hand back down her thigh before his two long and skillful fingers were plunging deep within her wet pussy.

As her legs were propped up against Priest’s shoulders, her pedicured white polished toes curled at the feeling of Priest's fingers pumping in and out of her.With her heart pounding against her chest, Britain clenched her eyes shut, trying her best to not let Priest have the satisfaction of making her cum so soon. He knew her body so well, it fascinated her. Priest slurped and sucked on every inch of her pussy as his fingers continued to penetrate her. Her moans were no longer faint as they continued to drift out of her. They had elevated into imploring whimpers as she desperately tried pushing Priest away. Burying his face deeper into her sticky folds, Priest refused to stop. The sound of his tongue enjoying the sweetness Britain offered invaded both of their ears.

Caught up in the bliss of Priest eating her up like there was no tomorrow, Britain arched her back. He picked up the pace with his fingers, causing her juices to trickle down and lather.

The immense amount of pressure that was building up in the pit of Britain's stomach caused her moans to lodge in her throat. As she felt her orgasm coming, she wanted so badly to screech from the top of her overwhelmed lungs, but to her dismay, nothing came out besides a quivering squeal.

Priest remained below her waistline, making sure he cleaned her up well with his mouth. With her cum lathering the bristles of his tongue, he couldn't help but marvel at how sweet and pure she tasted. Coming up from between her legs, Priest smirked before he leaned and engaged in a deep and passionate kiss. Britain could taste her sweetness embedded on his tongue. "I love you," he mumbled against her lips softly.

Britain smiled through the kiss. "I love you too," she professed.

The feeling was still an exhilarating and blissful one. It filled up their entire bodies with a tingling sensation. Their eyes dilated at the mention of each other, as their hearts palpated in sync whenever they were near each other. Love wasn't much of a foreign subject to either of them, but this one felt so fresh and new.

As their lips locked with each other, their tongues moved in sync. Britain aided him with freeing himself from both his slacks and briefs. "You can read me that article later," he assured her with a teasing chuckle as he hovered over her.

Britain nodded as she wrapped her hands around the thick girth of his erect dick. Slowly, she glided her small hand up and down his dick. Tauntingly, she graced her thumb against his rounded tip gently, causing him to take his bottom lip between his perfectly aligned teeth. Priest aligned himself with Britain’s wet entrance, anticipating her slippery pussy latching around him so perfectly. As the tip of his dick slipped into her, Britain's breath hitched as Priest’s dark orbs pierced her feline-like ones. He inched himself inside of her. Midway through, he paused to lock eyes with her. Britain's breathing overpowered the stomach-fluttering moans she was letting out. Before she could utter out a plea for Priest to take it easy on her, he rammed the remainder of his length deep inside of her.

Britain cried out with a piercing moan as her hand ascended to the lower part of Priest's built stomach in an attempt to push him away. "Priest!" she howled with her eyes widened. She had gotten used to his rhythm and pattern, and usually he would ease into her slowly and then progress into a much faster and unbearable pace. It was evident that he had been longing and anticipating her for a while now since he came straight out the gate fucking her senselessly.

As Priest’s hips bucked into hers, while Britain's breasts bounced uncontrollably. She felt him hike her left leg up onto his shoulder in hopes of going deeper. Britain's back arched at how deep his dick had plunged inside her. If she didn't know any better, she felt more of him in that moment than she ever had.

"Fuck! I can't take it!" Britain implored him as she clenched her eyelids shut in hopes of holding back her tears.

Priest pushed Britain's hand away from his stomach, pinning both above her head in his tight grip. His strokes continued in the same fast and rough pace, causing her natural juices from her wet pussy to splatter against his lower half. "Quit fucking playing,Gioia," Priest grunted.

Britain's eyes fluttered open at the feeling of Priest hitting her spot precisely. The feeling that came over her was indescribable as her mouth hung agape with no sounds or words trailing out of it. Locking eyes with Priest once more, Britain could see the sinister look he had flashing in his eye. It was evident he was doing his own thing at the moment. No matter how many pleas and cries she uttered, he wouldn't be feeding into any.

Sweat escaped the pores of their skin as heat suffocated the room. Priest’s grunts and Britain's moans harmonized in bliss as they euphorically pleased each other. Finally, Priest released his grip that was restraining Britain's wrists, and he set her free. As he continued with his deep and rough strokes, his right hand latched around her neck instead with a mild grip. The roughness brought Britain to the edge of no return. He was fucking her so good. It had been a while since he controlled the show in this way. Britain loved it so much, and she loved the way he didn’t concede to her cries and pleas, no matter how loud she got.

Seeing the love faces that formed on her face only motivated Priest to go deeper and drill into her more. His mouth hung slightly agape as his chest heaved with heavy breaths. "Let me cum in you,Gioia," Priest requested.

Overwhelmed and on the verge of cumming herself, Britain carelessly nodded. The collision of their skin grew louder, and the bed frame began to rock beneath them. "P, I'm cumming," Britain whimpered as tears brimmed her eyelids.

Feeling accomplished at the sight of the stickiness oozing from her folds onto his dick, Priest felt himself growing thick and stiff. He let out a husky grunt as he erupted inside Britain. The intensified orgasm caused Britain's gorgeous legs to shake wildly as she let out a string of endless curse words, calling Priest every sinful name she could think of at the time.

"Turn over," he demanded, already charged up to take her on another thrill.

Britain shot him a set of pleading eyes that he completely disregarded. Seeing she wasn't moving as quickly as he wanted her to, his hands gripped her sides, assisting her as much as he could.

Lifting her from her back, he turned her over onto her hands and knees. His hand reached underneath, slowly circling over her throbbing core. She quivered his name, but it served her no justice.

From behind, Priest slid himself right back into Britain, prompting a salacious growl to pour from him. The arch in Britain's back faltered once Priest was fully inside of her. He chuckled before gliding his hand down her spine to perfect the arch.

Slowly, Priest rolled his hips as he stroked himself in and out of her. His pace was a steadier and slower one as he filled her up with more and more of himself gradually. Her whimpers grew lower as she buried her face deep within the pillows in hopes of suppressing the overwhelming feelings he was inflicting on her body.

As he continued to fuck her slowly, he reached below and used his finger to slowly circle her clit. Britain bit down on one of the pillows her face was buried in as Priest used his other hand to send a harsh and stinging slap across her ass. The pain struck through her, evoking a light cry.

Priest slowed down completely, halting himself from stroking her any longer. From prior instances with Priest, Britain was well aware of what that meant. With her knees spread apart more, Britain mustered up the strength and energy to deepen her arch to lie flat on her midriff as her ass was hiked up temptingly.

She rolled her hips alluringly as she moved herself back and forth, matching his energy. A satisfied smirk stretched across his face as both of his hands gripped either side of her hips. He immediately returned to his prior rhythm, slow and deep. Their skin clashed together, colliding with the sounds of Britain's wetness circulating throughout the room.

"Play with it for me," Priest instructed her.

Britain moaned as she lifted her head from where her face was buried deep inside the pillows. Her hand reached back to massage her clit. As she combatted his strokes by throwing her ass back into him, Priest moaned out in fulfillment.

He didn’t last as long as he thought he would. He felt himself expand inside of Britain.Riding the waves of their synchronized orgasms, they both collapsed, panting breathlessly. "You still want to read me that article?" he asked with an amused chuckle drawing out of him.

Britain turned over and faced him with a stale face. "Screw you, Priest." She hit his chest with a roll of her eyes.

After recovering, Priest joined Britain in the shower, causing her to let out a loud groan. "Priest, keep your hands to yourself," she warned him.

"Shut up," he jokingly scoffed as his wet hands gripped her waist.

Britain’s eyes narrowed at him. "P, I'm serious. You've done enough."

Priest chuckled as he effortlessly lifted Britain from her feet. "You got one more round in you. If I'm lucky, two." He smirked as he lowered his head, applying his lips to hers.

Britain was about to protest until she felt him at her entrance. She swallowed her words once she felt Priest slide himself inside her. Instead of cursing at him like she wanted to, a moan flowed from her, causing Priest to chuckle. "I guess I'm lucky," he spoke lowly near her ear.

As the water droplets from the shower trickled down their bodies, Priest fucked Britain while she was pinned against the shower wall.

After their little escapade in the shower, Priest finally figured Britain had enough, and she definitely couldn't manage to take anymore. They cleaned up before getting out of the shower.

Britain didn’t have the energy to do anything. She was insistent on watching a movie, so Priest agreed. Instead of finding comfort in her bed, they resorted to her living room since Britain didn't think it would be ethical to watch a movie without popcorn and sweets.

"How are you feeling about today?" Britain asked as she laid on his chest. She didn’t get the chance to talk with him thoroughly about his day in court.

Priest simply shrugged his shoulders. "I'm cool. I'm ready to just get to the end already." Although everyone on his team was ecstatic about this recess on his trial since they thought it bought him way more time, he wasn't. The entire situation was just dragging and suspenseful to him now, as silly as it sounded. He was tired of doing the same old shit. He couldn't wait to shake all the charges off and go live life like he intended to: privately.

"Me too," Britain agreed with a sigh. "But let's find a silver lining in this break. We can have all the fun you want before trial starts up again." She beamed in excitement as her lips curled into a grin.

Priest chuckled while nodding his head. "Yeah, Gioia. All the fun I want."

She cupped his face in her hands before gently pecking his lips. "Are you going to Kaymen's and Jadey's rehearsal tomorrow?" She had been meaning to ask him for a few days now, but it always ended up slipping her mind. Their game plan to deal with having everyone in their business had to be elite. Priest knew J'Ru would have a lot to say to him privately about Britain, not in a disrespectful manner, but in a cautious one. Priest truly felt as though he couldn't be questioned by anyone about anything, but he knew Britain had far more worries than he did when it came to everyone knowing exactly what they had going on.

"Yeah, I have to show up and support," Priest confirmed. He honestly didn't remember Kaymen's first wedding being as demanding as the one they were set to have in the following month. Kaymen was always sending him and J'Ru to some location to get fitted and altered. Priest wasn't complaining since it was for Kaymen.

Britain craned her eyes up at him, a concerned look etched on her face. "We're showing up separately, right?" she asked for confirmation.

Priest chuckled before he shrugged. "Whatever you wanna do,Gioia."

A sigh sounded from Britain as she sat up, straddling Priest's waist. "I feel as though we should. It'll cause way too much mayhem if we show up together." Britain honestly didn’t want to deal with any of the reactions they would get when they publicized their relationship. Everyone would have so much to say about whether or not they were a good fit, and Britain simply didn't want to hear any of that. Plus, they were there to support Kaymen and Jadey. If they just popped up together, it would definitely cause the attention to shift.

"I'm sure everybody done warned you to stay away from me," Priest chuckled with a light shrug. Priest knew he probably wasn't the best candidate for Britain, but they made things work, and that was all that mattered. "You scared of their judgement?" Priest asked.

With a look of guilt etched on her face, Britain slyly shrugged her shoulders. "I guess you can say that, but I'm not afraid of them judging you. I know who you are, and I know what I set myself up to deal with. I'm more afraid of them judging me for you. I'm a nobody, and you're Priest Justice." Britain was sure people would have a lot to say, especially those dunces Jadey considered friends. They'd known her through some pretty rough stages in life, and they didn’t think she was all put together like Priest thought.

"Who told you that you were a nobody?" Priest raised his thick brows. "My shorty front-paging The Times ," he smirked teasingly.

Britain laughed. " We're front-paging The Times ," she corrected him before kissing his lips.

After spending a great amount of time with Britain, Priest finally got dressed to leave. It was hard to see him go since he had been spending so much time with her, but Britain was being a good sport about it. "See you on the flip side pimp-playa," Britain smirked while holding her fist out so he could pound his with hers.

Priest laughed as he bumped fists with her, and she dramatically made silly explosion effects with her mouth. "You're wild." He shook his head.

Hiking her head up to look up at him, Britain shot him a goofy grin. "For you daddy," she jested with a laugh.

Priest threw his head back in laughter, finding her hilarious. "Remy wouldn't like that," he taunted her by bringing up her father, which immediately caused the smile she had on her face to drop into a frown of disgust.

"Why you always gotta kill the vibe? " She swatted his chest while he laughed excessively.

"Alright. My bad," he apologized while wrapping his arms around her. As a pout masked her face, Priest craned down and kissed her lips a few times. "I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

Britain nodded before kissing him a few more times. She ushered him to the door, watching him exit her apartment with the confident and prideful gait that she loved so dearly.

Priest truly had no down time to chill alone. As soon as he got to the penthouse, he would have to take Jazzy out for a dinner he promised her a few days before. J'Ru would be accompanying them, so it would be just like the old times.

Only a few minutes away from the penthouse, Priest chuckled at the fact that he was receiving a phone call from Jazzy who wanted to make sure he hadn't flaked on her. "Please tell me you're on your way," she said, not bothering to give her brother a proper greeting.

"Yeah, I am. I'll be there in a second," he assured her.

Jazzy smiled. "Yeah, that's what I thought," she teased before hanging the phone up.

Priest shook his head at how mouthy his sister could be. After a few more minutes on the road, Priest parked his car in the parking garage. Bypassing security, he made his way up to the top floor. Upon his entrance through the steel elevator doors, he could hear Jazzy singing along to the music she had playing loudly throughout the penthouse.

Jazzy lounged on the couch with her feet up while scrolling through her phone. The sound of Priest entering the penthouse caught her attention, which prompted her to sit her phone down. "That's what you're wearing to dinner?" She side-eyed her brother.

Priest had traded out his suit for some sweats he left behind at Britain's place. Jazzy wanted to question her brother about exactly how he ended up in sweats when she vividly remembered him leaving in an all-black Tom Ford suit this morning but decided not to.

"Is that what you're wearing to dinner?" Priest pointed out her outfit, playfully screwing his face up in disgust. "Fashion school probably wasn't the best investment for you," he snarked jokingly as he bypassed her to head to his bedroom.

Jazzy rolled her eyes. As much as she wanted to object to what he had just said, deep down inside, she knew he was right. Fashion was still a passion of hers, but she only saw it as a hobby now, not a lifelong career. "Count your fucking days, Priest Kanaz Justice! Count your fucking days!" she playfully warned him.

In response, Priest let out a loud laugh that could be heard from where she was sitting. As Priest occupied himself with getting dressed, Jazzy sat out in the living room with the music still playing, trying to figure out how she was going to tell her brother that she had dropped out of school. It had been exactly two months since she stepped foot on campus, but as far as Priest knew, his little sister was sketching, designing, and stitching fabric all throughout Paris. Boy, was he wrong!