The Wrong Woman

Imogen certainly couldn't say it in this manner.

"I've been considering looking for a job," she said.

"Don't worry about it. Take your time. If you have any thoughts, feel free to discuss them with me. I have many friends who might be able to help," Jasper offered.

Imogen's pride kicked in as she quickly refused, "You don't have to trouble yourself. I can handle it on my own."

"I'm your husband. How could it possibly be a bother?"

"That's not what I meant. I'm just confident that I'll find a job soon."

"I see."

"And what about you?"

"I've also been thinking about work."

"Don't dwell on it too much. Try to get some sleep," Imogen suggested, blinking as she looked at Jasper lying beside her in the dim light.

Even in the darkness, his silhouette exuded a striking allure.

"Okay, goodnight," Jasper said.

whispered in

his eyes, his breathing

herself unable to fall asleep. As she shut her eyes,

married for several days, sleeping in the same bed. Did Jasper

each other respectfully, making her feel like their marriage was

could easily have sex

Jasper seem to

it be that he was

these thoughts, Imogen slowly

she knew it, morning had

in slumber when a sudden weight pressed down on his lower abdomen. The discomfort from his erection jolted him awake, instantly pulling

swiftly moving to relieve the pressure on

Jasper saw Imogen and felt her body beneath his hand,

her face flushed as she apologized, "I'm really sorry about that. It wasn't intentional-I was just reaching for my phone and ended up on top of

this, Jasper glanced over at the nightstand beside him Sure enough, Imogen's phone was resting there. Without much thought, he retrieved it

lips as she settled back with her phone, swiftly turning

her clumsy actions

Jasper's sexual prowess had driven her to orchestrate

checked the time on her phone before setting it down. As she turned away from Jasper, she couldn't help but tense up, feeling her body stiffen in response. Meanwhile, Jasper