Philip pulled Betty into his chest, wrapping the sheets around their bare bodies. He pressed a kiss against her lips and sighed contentedly.
"Tell me again," he murmured. "How did you get him to sign the documents?"
Betty smiled, clearly amused and half-drowsy, but she didn't push him away. "Come on, I barely had any sleep last night. You wouldn't let me rest—you kept touching me every second."
He smirked. "And you loved every bit of it. Tell me you didn't."
She opened her eyes lazily and stared at him with a teasing glint. "Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't. But that doesn't mean I still don't want to sleep."
Philip chuckled softly and brushed her hair away from her face. "What do you want, Betty? You've done a phenomenal job."
"Nothing huge," she whispered, running her finger along his chest. "Just stay with me today. The whole day. And get me a new car—I don't want the old one anymore."
