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."

was so thrilled that I went to

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

couldn't help but

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

Feeling bashful under his gaze, her whole

gaze upward. The atmosphere in the living room

actions were deliberate

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

to the master bedroom. She surrendered

her chest. His bold gestures

rush of nerves, her body quivering slightly. Her desires surged, making it difficult to restrain