The Wrong Woman

Imogen felt nervous and afraid. It was her first time, after all. She had an important interview the next day and couldn't afford to be anything less than flawless.

She shook her head to break free from Jasper's kiss, panting as she weakly pushed against him. "Jasper Morrison, cut it out."

Jasper trailed kisses down her neck, undoing the buttons of her pajamas one by one. Imogen's body had yielded to his touch, but her mind was still fighting to stay clear. She protested, "No, stop it."

She could barely endure it. As Jasper's kisses moved to her chest, she tilted her head slightly back, closed her eyes, and bit her lip. His lips brushed against her sensitive skin, and she felt herself weaken. She let out a shy whimper.

Jasper abruptly stopped, his breath ragged. He lay atop her soft, sweet-smelling body. The sudden halt was agonizing for him, almost causing physical pain. He felt like he was nearly losing his mind trying to control his desire.

He was overwhelmed by an unprecedented wave of passion and desire. Burying his face in her neck, he said raspily, "Imogen, I want you."

"But I don't," Imogen replied shyly.

Jasper felt a pang of disappointment, wondering if his inexperience had made her uncomfortable. He kissed the corner of her lips and whispered, "Imogen, I'll be gentle. Just tell me if there's anything you're not comfortable with."

important interview tomorrow. I want

interview tomorrow. You don't have to be so nervous,"

weakly. "Don't try to reassure me. You never know how these

smoothed out her clothes and buttoned them up. Then, he withdrew from her

closed her eyes, feeling

as if he'd longed for

Imogen shook her head.

frowned. "How about

her head, pressing her lips tightly in

desperate, Jasper asked, "What

Imagen nodded in response.

elbow, and gently played with her silky hair with his free hand. "Could we

Imogen blurted out. She hadn't found a job yet. With their current challenges, how could