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."

job. I was so thrilled

gently. 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

but chuckle

indulgence crossing his features. He studied her face intently, noticing every detail, every tiny pore. His gaze was so captivating

unable to meet his gaze directly. Feeling bashful under his

gently lifted her chin with his finger, guiding her gaze upward. The

nearing hers. His actions were

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

their kisses, Imogen felt weightless as Jasper swept her up in his arms. He carried her up to the master bedroom. She surrendered herself completely to the intensity of his kiss. As she gradually returned to the present moment, she found herself lying on

caressing her cheek, down her neck, and settling on her chest. His bold gestures revealed his desire. He

body quivering slightly. Her desires