Sarah
When I woke up, I felt the comforting warmth of Philip's arms wrapped around me, his breath gentle against my neck.
's**t! What time is it?'
My eyes darted to the digital clock on the bedside table, widening in alarm at the numbers staring back at me. I tried to slip out of Philip's embrace, but he groaned in protest and tightened his hold.
"Philip, I'm going to be late. We have to get up now."
As I spoke, his rough hand slipped under my shirt, brazenly cupping my breast. He even dared to pinch it and rolled my n****e over his fingers.
Is this scoundrel seriously touching me in broad daylight?
"Philip!"
"It felt nice," he murmured in my ear, his voice rough from sleep.
"Clearly! Because you're perving on me!" I swatted his hand away. "And don't forget, your bel
