Betty dropped her bag onto the bed, her grip still tight around Philip as she stepped into the private hotel suite.
"You can't even begin to imagine how hard it's been for me to pretend we are nothing," she gasped, voice shaking. "God, please, kiss me, take me already."
"I've missed you too, my love," Philip breathed, before crushing his lips onto hers. His kiss was raw, harsh, devouring, leaving them both panting for air as they pulled apart.
Betty began to rip open the buttons of her blouse, trembling with hunger for him, and Philip mirrored her urgency, shedding his clothes in seconds. When they were finally bare, he pushed her down onto the bed and climbed on top of her, eyes gleaming with desire.
"We'll be together very soon, my love. Very soon," he rasped against her skin. "Dylan is on his way to his own ruin, and Olivia is already wrapped around my finger. The only thing I haven't figured out yet is where she's hiding."
