The Wrong Woman

Jasper couldn't help but smile as he carefully set his jacket down and walked over to lift Imogen into his arms.

Imogen let out a surprised gasp and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Her heart raced, cheeks turning pink as a wave of warmth washed over her.

He carried her into the house and settled on the couch, seating her on his lap. Their proximity pressed them close. A lingering air of romantic uncertainty enveloped them. Imogen felt a blush spread across her cheeks.

Jasper's voice was husky and tender as he asked, "Have you had dinner?"

Although Imogen hadn't eaten yet, she nodded. "Yes, I have."

Jasper tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear. He looked deeply into her flushed and lovely face, his Adam's apple bobbing. "You still haven't told me where you've been."

successfully and started a new job. I was so thrilled that I went to

His voice carried a blend of excitement, tenderness, and affection akin to reassuring a child. "You're amazing, honey. I always knew you had this in you. You're

but chuckle at

every tiny pore. His gaze was so captivating that it caused her cheeks to flush with warmth, unexpectedly making her

directly. Feeling bashful under

upward. The atmosphere

His actions were deliberate and unhurried. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and

of kisses, she quickly relaxed into the moment and reciprocated his affection. Her lips and tongue

to the master bedroom. She surrendered herself

and settling on her chest. His bold gestures revealed his desire. He couldn't wait until the weekend to be with her

felt a rush of nerves, her body quivering slightly.