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

akin to reassuring a child. "You're amazing, honey. I always

but chuckle at his

smile softened further, a look of gentle indulgence crossing his features. He studied her face intently, noticing every detail, every tiny pore. His gaze was so captivating that

directly. Feeling bashful under his

her gaze upward. The atmosphere in the living

lips, blinking as she watched Jasper's handsome face nearing hers. His actions were deliberate and unhurried. Butterflies fluttered

her, she initially tensed. Drawing from their shared history of kisses, she quickly relaxed into the

up to the master bedroom. She surrendered herself completely to the intensity of his kiss. As she gradually returned to the

tenderly pinned her down, his hand caressing her cheek, down her neck, and settling on her chest. His bold gestures

body quivering slightly. Her desires surged,