Sally's POV
I barely have time to catch my breath when Philip's hands are on me, pulling me away from Karl with desperate urgency. His grip on my waist is firm as he positions me exactly where he wants me, my body still trembling from what just happened.
Philip doesn't hesitate. He claims the space Karl just vacated, filling me completely in one powerful thrust. My senses are already heightened from Karl's touch, and now Philip's demanding presence sends new waves of electricity through my entire being.
"Sally," he rasps, his voice rough with barely contained hunger. "You're going to be the death of me. I can't wait anymore."
"Then stop waiting," I gasp out.
