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."

new job. I was so

and affection akin to reassuring a child. "You're amazing,

but

He studied her face intently, noticing every detail, every tiny pore. His gaze was so captivating that it caused her cheeks to flush

his gaze directly. Feeling bashful under his gaze, her whole body

finger, guiding her gaze upward. The atmosphere in the living room became increasingly

handsome face nearing hers. His actions were deliberate and unhurried. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and she

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

arms. He carried her up to the master bedroom. She surrendered herself completely

on her chest. His bold gestures revealed his desire. He couldn't wait until the weekend

quivering slightly. Her desires surged, making it difficult